Same difference. Highest level you can get.
2517 Jeez, that sounds like it sucks. They're probably just nervous 'cause you're all probably too cute for them to stand. Think of it that way.
2514 Want to talk about it, Rouge?
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Actually, Xigbar, Xaldin, and Lexaeus' real names have been mistranslated. It really should be: Braig - Xigbar Dilan - Xaldin Elaeus - Lexaeus As for the others, I've used Isa for Saix and Ela for Axel in fiction and RPs. Larxene just screams Arlene. And, I guess... Luxord - Dorul Demyx - Medy Marluxia - Ramalui?
2512 It actually helps me, because I do a weekly comic strip for the student-run newspaper, and class is usually the only time I have to practice drawing things that I want for the stirp but haven't ever drawn before.
2510 I think it's neat. :-) I certainly do more doodling than note-taking in school
The Beatles - "We Can Work It Out" Try to see it my way, Do I have to keep on talking till I can't go on? While you see it your way, Run the risk of knowing that our love may soon be gone. We can work it out, We can work it out. Think of what you're saying. You can get it wrong and still you think that it's all right. Think of what I'm saying, We can work it out and get it straight, or say good night. We can work it out, We can work it out. Life is very short, and there's no time For fussing and fighting, my friend. I have always thought that it's a crime, So I will ask you once again. Try to see it my way, Only time will tell if I am right or I am wrong. While you see it your way There's a chance that we might fall apart before too long. We can work it out, We can work it out. Life is very short, and there's no time For fussing and fighting, my friend. I have always thought that it's a crime, So I will ask you once again. Try to see it my way, Only time will tell if I am right or I am wrong. While you see it your way There's a chance that we may fall apart before too long. We can work it out, We can work it out.
2507 I like British things. I'd like to live in England someday when I'm rich and famous and want to escape the public eye like Johnny Depp because I never wanted to be huge, just make a decent living.
((OOC: Up next, on a very special episode of "It's a Beautiful Day"...)) Xemnas looked down at Xigbar as they stepped in the portal and ended up in the front hall of Castle Oblivion. He noticed how Xigbar tried his very best not to look at him. "Can you believe there are people in this world sicker than us?" he asked, casting a sideways glance at Xigbar. No response. Xemnas sighed. He walked in front of Xigbar and knelt down so they were eye-level. "You do realize, of course, that none of this was your fault. I mean, I don't know how you de-aged, so I don't know how much of a hand you had in that part of it. But this thing with Scott, that was nobody's fault except that ex-freak's. No one asks for what Scott did and almost did to you, and not even the tormentors themselves deserve what they do to people." He went to put a reassuring hand on Xigbar's shoulders, but stopped himself. He probably doesn't want to be touched in any way right now, Xemnas thought. "Having no heart, I can't tell you whether what I feel is real or just residue of another life. In any case, as much as this Organization drives me up the wall, I care for all of you as much as a parent would care for their own. I'm especially fond of you, Xigbar. You're my oldest friend and were there for me many times when the bearded old fool wasn't. I will always have a special place for you where my heart was, so I will gladly return the favor and help you out in any way I can, should you need it." Xemnas smiled, and stood up. "Now, that doesn't mean I want to pick out curtains or anything," Xemnas said with a look of joking accusation, "You think I don't know what goes on in this castle? Unfortunately for you, I don't swing that way." Xemnas gave Xigbar a stare that dissolved into a warm smile and a chuckle. "Now, if Vexen didn't make you this way, he would probably still know how to fix you. What do you say to us finding Vexen?" Xemnas took a deep breath and spoke like a department store announcer. "WOULD NUMBER FOUR, VEXEN, PLEASE REPORT TO THE FRONT HALL IMMEDEATELY?" As an afterthought, he added "YOU'RE NOT IN TROUBLE...YET!"
Hey...can you do that? Marluxia had 45... Hurt: Roxas Heal: Kairi Larxene-17 Riku-25 Kairi-12 Roxas-20 Naminé-18 Demyx-35 DiZ-14 King Mickey-11
Xemnas stared down at Scott. "Unfortunately," Xemnas said sadly, " I don't." Xemnas shot a bolt of energy straight through Scott's hips. He let Scott deal with no longer being a biological man for about five seconds before ending it with a laser-swipe across the neck. Xemnas could now see Scott staring at him from across the room. One well-placed kick and a few distant bouncing thuds took care of that. Xemnas looked back to Xigbar. Psychotic rage gone now, only warm concern remained. He quickly cut Xigbar's bonds, handed him his clothes, and opened up a portal to Castle Oblivion. "Why don't we go home," Xemnas said, reaching his hand out to Xigbar, "and see if we can't get you back to normal? Whatever normal is, anyway," he added with a sad chuckle.
ATTENTION: THE ABOVE LINK NO LONGER LEADS ANYWHERE. That's right, I found several fatal flaws in my "Kingdom Hearts Vol 2 Credits" that I pulled it, re-tooled it, and re-posted it. Here's the new link - http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=nutzM8eo1qI Please enjoy!
2464 Hmm....it appears that my wee-wee has been stricken with a case of rigor mortis.
2462 Not me, I'm bashful. I need an adult!
Xemnas rose up off the floor and literally flew upstairs. He listened at every door and finally found one that had voices behind it. Xemnas, as if the concept of a doorknob was alien to him, put his feet on the back wall and pushed off towards the door at blinding speed. He crashed through the door, breaking it to splinters, bounced off the opposite wall, and landed in the doorway. He surveyed the room and focused his eyes on Scott, emitting a low growl. Like a stalking cat, Xemnas slowly walked up to Scott and offered him his hand. "You've outsmarted me, you clever thing you. I offer you my hand in respect." Xemnas had on a large grin. Xemnas watched as Scott tentatively took Xemnas' hand. That is when Xemnas focused all his power into that hand, producing a long, glowing red piller of energy that effectively disintigrated Scott's right hand. Xemnas retracted the laser and watched for a few moments as Scott screamed bloody murder. Xemnas was in no hurry. He waited until Scott got to his feet and ran for the door. "I'm singin' in the rain," Xemnas sang as, quick as a flash, he ignited the laser of his other hand and sliced both of Scott's legs off at the knees. "Just singin' in the rain," Xemnas landed a kick to Scott's face. "What a glorious feeling," Xemnas picked Scott up from under his armpits and flung him to the opposite wall, "I'm happy again." "I walk down the lane," Xemnas continued singing as he picked Scott up and sat him in front of Xigbar, "with a happy refrain," "Just singin'..." Xemnas wedged his foot between Scott's leg stumps, forcing them apart, "Just singin' in the rain." Xemnas looked into the eyes of the younger one. "Xigbar, my old friend, I hope you can forgive me for doubting you. I should have trusted you, but I was cluded. I am sorry. Can you still hold your weapon? If so, I have a gift for you. I have taken away one of scott's weapons, and I think you deserve the honor of taking his other weapon away." Xemnas gestured to between Scott's legs. Xemnas kept his hand on Scott's shoulders to make sure the weak, but very much alive pervert could not go anywhere, and he looked at Xigbar, waiting for an answer.
2458 You're working your weirdness on me, man! Your cute weirdness!
2449 Don't tell me I've killed this thread.
2448 Okay, this isn't a song. This is a monologue I have to memorize in one night for one of my theatre classes. Actually, this is a combination of two different short monologues. It's from "Fear and Loathing in La Vegas." How long could we maintain? I wondered. How long until one of us starts raving and jabbering at this boy? What will he think then? This same lonely desert was the last known home of the Manson family; will he make that grim connection when my attorney starts screaming about bats and huge manta rays coming down on the car? If so, well, we'll just have to cut his head off and bury him somewhere, 'cause it goes without saying that we can't turn him loose. He'd report us at once to some kind of outback Nazi law enforcement agency and they'll run us down like dogs. Jesus, did I just say that? Or just think it? Was I talking? Did they hear me? Strange memories on this nervous night in Las Vegas. Has it been five years? Six? It seems like a lifetime. The kind of peak that never comes again. San Francisco in the middle 60's was a very special time and place to be a part of. But no explanation, no mix of words or music or memories can touch that sense of knowing that you were there and alive, in that corner of time in the world… Whatever it meant. There was madness in any direction. At any hour, you could strike sparks anywhere. There was a fantastic universal sense that whatever we were doing was right. That we were winning. And that I think was the handle. That sense of inevitable victory over the forces of old and evil. Not in any mean or military sense. We didn’t need that. Our energy would simply prevail. We had all the momentum. We were riding the crest, of a high and beautiful wave. So now, less than five years later, you go up on a steep hill in Las Vegas and look west. And with the right kind of eyes – you can almost see the high watermark – that place where the wave finally broke and rolled back.
2446 Babe! Come to mother, baby! Let me hold you in my arms! M'Lord, I never wanted him to get in any trouble. Why'd he ever have to leave me?! Worm, Your Honor, let me take him home.
