Okay this is a story about the Organization XIII and Xaale geting into the spirit of the holidays! Here's a little summary.... Who: Organization XIII, Xaale What: The Organization preparing for the holidays Where: Castle Oblivion When: Christmas time First chapter coming soon! The rippling fields leading to the brown castle in the distance were covered in a thick layer of snow. The castle was Castle Oblivion, which was being decorated with twinkling rainbow lights by two figures. "So many of these lighs are dim," Xaldin barked in frustration down to Larexene. Her blonde hair normally sprouted up in two long strands resembling an insect's antenna, but today she wore a Santa hat to cover them from the biting cold. "The only dimbulb I see around here is you," she retorted coldly. Xaldin swore under his breath as the merry lights came undone from their posts on the castle roof. The black tatoos across his face were coated in small bits of ice, while more ice dangled from the tips of his obsidion hair. "Well, I don't see you helping me do this," he called down to her. She glared up at him, stating roughly, "My element is lighting. Yours is wind. You can be at higher elevations then I can." Xaldin growled back to her, "Lightning strikes high places. It comes from high places. So why not come to this high ploace and give me a break?" A crunching of boot upon snow caused the duo to turn around. In the process, Xaldin tripped and fell onto the bed of snow below him. Looking up, the wrinkled face of Vexen was grinning down at him. "This was amusing to see," he stated in a mocking tone. "You two remind me of a bickering couple. Then again, you don't have hearts, but still! Why do we get into the spririt of the holidays if we don't have hearts? That's the magic of it all!" Xaldin coughed, getting the snow out of his mouth. "Hey Vexen, why don't you do this? Your element is ice, and I'm sure the cold doesn't bite you like it does us." Vexen sighed, and said to him as if Xaldin knew nothing, "My dear friend, this job is only good for young bones. My old ones would crack and break. You wouldn't want thta, would you?" Larexene walked away, and she looked so angry that Xaldin could easily imagine steam flying from her ears. Xaldin tried to get up, too, but Vexen tutted to him, "No, no, no! You must finish your task first!" Watching Vexen walk away crushed Xaldin greatly. Then another figure came and he saw a beaming Xigbar. "Xiggy, you have to help me! I am not capable of doing this, and I know you can! Please!" xigbar grinned merrily down at him, his normal eyepatch replaced with a ball of holly. "Sure, no prob dude. I could do this in no time." How wrong Xigbar was. To be continued...
I just saw the Golden Compass, which I thought was pretty good. It isn't too suspensful except for a few parts but the battle at the end between the bears is sweet. Especially when the good one smacks off the lower jaw of the King Bear's. The only sad part was the fact that I missed the ending. I saw when the girl was talking to the boy but then when it was the airship I missed the last few sentences. I was checking the time on my phone and missed the ending....Don't tell me the ending by posting but insteas PM me because some peoplee that read this thread will not want the ending revealed.
Can you change your username? I was just wondering because I hate the name Xaale.
Hey everyone, this is my second contest. This is for an idea of a new heartless, and here are the specifications: Heartless name: Description: Special abilitys: Battle style: Attacks: Picture: (optional) The picture does not have to be a work of art. I'll give an example of a real heartless below of the format above. Heartless name: Wyvern Description: A brown dragon that soars on wings and attacks with its long legs. Special abilities: Can fly Battle style: Claws rapidly at enemys, or spins around to tackle the foe. Attacks: Swift claw, spiral slam. (no picture available) Not too bad, right? You can enter as many ideas as you can, and I would like it better with a hand drawn picture or a mix of CoM sprites. Be origional, and don't post a real heartless!
Yeah yeah, the show is really stupid. But not the games! And some of you people think Pokemon is for babies. It's not. I know that some college students play the games! I am not a big fan of Pokemon but why not write a stupid story about it? You can be in my story too! Just fill out the following information and post it: Desired name: Gender: Desired age: Favorite pokemon type: Main Pokemon: Sound okay? Here's an example of a character: Name: Xaale Gender: Girl Age: (Remember it does not have to be your real age!) 15 Favorite Pokemon type: Dark Main Pokemon: Umbreon I'll write the first story once a good amount of people give a character bio. See ya then!
Hey everyone! I'm getting a little sick of my avatar and I think it's time I get a new one! Look over the internet and find a good avatar or picture for Demyx and I will choose the best one! The creator is anonymous, okay? I don't want any credit from yourself because I don't know if that is true and a lot of fighting can brake out. Even if you didn't make it and you give credit to the person who did you are disqualified. Here are the other rules: It must be a picture of Demyx. It can not be an animation. No credit at all. No innapropriate pictures. (I think you can tell for yourself what is inappropriate.) I do accept drawings. No language. No bribing or blackmailing in any way. Post any questions you have. You can place the link to he picture on the thread, you don't have to have it in the art section. Okay, you can post any questions. I am glad if you participate, and have fun!
Clash of Galaxies: Training of Jedi Master Sora This is my story of when Sora is sent to the Star Wars galaxy to train as a jedi during the clone wars! Sora felt pain as he slowly stood up from the cold, black floor. Putting a hand to his head, Sora felt a coarse bump running along the center. He grimaced as he turned his head to examine the unfamilear place. It seemed to be a docking bay of some kind. He looked around, expecting to see Gummi Ships. Instead, sleek white ships with folded wings stood parked at an openning of some sort. Sliding his hands across the fighters, he was suprised to see the technology that made up their overall structure. They had the frame work of a sleek bird, at the moment resting in it's nest. He bent down and examined cobalt colored writing saying "ARC-1-70 Fighter NCG-Y557." Standing back up, he walked past the fighters to see what they were facing. His footsteps echoed across the dense metal floor as he saw a wide expanse leading into space. A gasp parted through Sora's lips as he saw another ARC fighter coming into the hanger. Making a dash for it, Sora headed to the other end of the chamber. A small, storm cloud colored door was there, getting larger as Sora got closer. The sound of steam hissed menacingly behind Sora, causing him to turn around. The ship had landed and a sleek, white armored trooper came out. He was clad shoulder to foot in this, and on his head rested a humanoid shaped helmet. A voice came through the mask that shielded the man's face, "Are you sent by the Separitists and the droids?" "What?"Sora stammered out. He bolted away but the door in front of hm openned to reveal two more troopers. The raised weapons that looked frightingly like guns and aimed at him. Sora yelled out as the men grabbed him. Struggling wildly, Sora found the inncapability to move his limbs. "Calm down, sir," one said. He said to the others, "He does not belong here. Get him to an escape pod and send him to Corosunt." Turning to Sora, the armored humanoid asked, "You do know how to pilot an escape pod, right?" "Um, are they similar to a Gummi Ship's controls?" Sora asked quietly. The men looked at each other, mumbling that this child must have been hit over the head. Hard, too. They guided the young Keyblade master to the door leading into the unknown rest of the ship.
breeee The music reached Demyx's ears as he strung his sitar. He struck out a rock melody, causing the center of the pond to rise up a bit and twist in graceful patterns. The afternoon sun glinted merrily off the moving water which was now forming the image of a dolphin leaping from the bottomless ocean. The moment lasted only a second because a sudden padding of footsteps sounded behind Demyx. My story begins here. The splash of water upon water was behind me as I turned to see the shadowy figure of Axel. I pointed at him, saying, "Don't disturb me when I'm playing my tunes, okay? Got it memorized?" Axel smiled, revealing sparkling teeth.I started taunted oppeningly, "You fire eater, I don't see why your teeth are white. They should be as black as the ashes your fire makes." Axel shook his head slowly, his crimson hair rustling softly in the breeze. "Demyx, Demyx....always was immature. I suspect you always will be." I ran my hand through my chesnut hair. "Shut up. You should've came for a reason. If not, well, the water I command will find you eventually. It will take the crackle out of your burning fire." Axel snarled, "Hey, I am coming on the Superior's orders. He wants you to play him a song of yours." I was suprised. The Superior wanted to hear music? And mine? I bared my teeth at him, trying to show who was boss. "Axel, I am not falling for some trick of yours. A song to listen to? Do you really think I would fall for that?" Axel had a serious look on his face as he pursed his lips in exasperation. "Yes, it does sound unusual. Xemnes says it's part of some downfall of someone." "Whatever." I growled. I called upon the ability to teleport, and I ordered to go to the chambers of Xemnes. The darkness embeded me, surrounding my body until I disapeared. It was the realm of nothing. Similar to the fact that I am nothing. No one. A nobody. Stepping forward, I exited the portal of emptiness. Turning my head to examine the room, I was blinded a bit at the force of the bright opal coloring. As my eyes adjusted they fell upon a silver haired figure in obsidion robes standing at the opposite side. Hesitantly, I ruffled my hair a bit and walked up to the Superior. He nodded his head to acknowledge that he heard me. I waited, shifting from foot to boot clad foot. Restless at heart (that is, if I have a heart) I could not bear to be patient. I spoke out to him, "Your superiorness, you have called one as low status as me?" He turned around and his eyes flashed blood red in disapproval. I felt something rise in my throat. Worry swept over me, creeping up my spine like a wildcat closing in on the gazzelle. Xemnes raised his hand and I flinched openningly. A smile appeared on his thin lips and he said quietly, "Ahaha, you are afraid of what will never come, Demyx. You must be fearless, like your superior." I nodded my head vigorously, my spiked hair moving with my every motion. Embarressed, heat started to rise in my face. I quickly hid it but Xemnes did not show any emotion. Then, he lifted his gloved hand. In between his sleek fingers was a rough, pointed card. A small image undecipherable from this distance was printed on it. I reached out my hand but he suddenly withdrew the card. "I'm sorry your greatness," I murmered to him as soft as a puppy's eyes. "I am eager to assist you." Another smile crept over his face and he whispered quietly, "Yes. Good, my young lesser. I have called you to test someone. Someone from a place called Twighlight Town. His name....is Roxas. You are to play your sitar on the streets tomorrow night, where there will be a show. You are to go there, claiming to be a musician. When you are sent to Twighlight Town, you will get a musician pass." I looked at him, suprised and confused. Playing on the streets? What did he think I was, a poor, traveling man? "Yes Demyx. Roxas will be attending that concert at 7:00 p.m. I sent Axel to search the streets for a flyer and he came back with this." He held up a smooth piece of paper and handed it to Demyx. It had a clocktowere portrayed on the top, and underneath the information of the performance. "Then, why did you tell Axel I was to play my sitar for you?" I wondered openningly. He motioned with his hand and said, "Was I really lying? You are playing for me, in this plan. Here is the card. You must test Roxas. Capture a friend of his and hold him or her hostage afterwords. See his reaction." I stood mystified, examining the card that had a moment ago come whistling toward me. It showed a delicate clocktower identicle to the one in the flyer. I nodded sullenly and lifted the card up. Light pulsed out in orbital motions as the card sent me to Twighlight Town. The crisp autumn breeze hit my face and in my mouth. It tasted refreshing after being in the enclosed chamber so long. Shivering, I realized I was wearing a jean jacket over a white, no sleevd shirt. I was wearing jean pants, too, and I was finally glad to be out of the black robes. As I traveled through the ranging streets of the city I glanced up at the golden Clock Tower standing watch over all the bustling activity. Peering at the area underneath the time display, four blurry figures could be made out. "They must be mad," I thought immediatly. I placed my hand on my hips as I examined the scene. Then the gaze landed on a figure clad in organization robes. Seeing that I noticed him, the man ran off. I hastily gave chase. "Wait!" I shouted to the retreating person. He didn't even glance over his shoulder at me. "Hold on!" The figure stopped abrubtly and I started to get closer. Smiling to him, I said, "Hey, thanks." He clapped his hands together above his head and burst into flames. I was seperated by an intense wall of billowing orange flames. They danced and crackled, mocking the bad luck I had. I screamed in pain as the fire licked up my shoulder, biting like a savage bear. "Dance, water, dance!" I yelled hoarsly, the pain hitting me as if I had been struck in the head. Water spouted from the ground and rushed through the air. The fire reared up like a tiger and struck back. A clash of the elements was in the streets as a figure came running up to me. He had blondish, spiky hair and a sleek face. Skidding to a halt so fast that dust clouds formed, he watched in horror at the scene. "Hey, you! Are you okay?" He approached the fire but then took a quick step back. I nodded in pain and it must have looked like a grimace. He said, "I'll get help," and he ran off. The flames suddenly cleared and no trace of it being there was decipherable. That included the man who was avoiding me. I shook with anger and hurt as I stood up straight. "Axel, you rotten!" I yelled at the empty air and lost my voice. Sweating, I decided to get some rest. Finding the nearest hotel, I departed and rested. The concert was still not for another five hours.
I have a movie that I have uploaded three times. My other forum is closed (I don't know why) and it was supposed to teach me how to upload a video. Whoo hoo I learned how to. Demyx saves a life is going to be on kh vids.net! Not quite. I first uploaded it yesterday night at around 8:00. I waited an hour before checking and guess what, yup. It wasn't there. I was so frustrated. That's when I first posted that thread. And then I waited and .Kairi. gave me answers. I couldn't upload it though and my thread was closed off. I am so unhappy. There is nothing wrong with my video, is there? No, didn't think so. It;s just the song How to Save a Life by the Fray and cutscenes from Demyx battle 2 mixed together. Was it my credits? These are my recent credits: music the fray clips and cutscenes khvids.net kingdom hearts Square Enix created by Xaale thanks for watching! What is wrong with those credits? I am sooo confused please help me.....
Hey everyone you may have read my stories before (Sora's past and Kingdom Hearts a hearts path) and maybe spoken to me on the forums. I just made a video called Demyx saves a lfie and I really want to get it on this site. One problem though: I don't know how. Please help me I am sorry to bother you all for something that sounds so stupid I'm a newbie though and need help (not mental help, help to upload a video to this site) Yeah if you think I need mental help, I'm watching you (0) (0)
Sora's glittering eyes looked up to the moon in the sky. It shed light onto the path Sora and his friend Riku walked. Sora: I don't remember my parents at all Riku... Riku: Hahaha, then that's probably why they abandoned you. Sora: Hey, sh-shut up! That's not true....or is it....? Sora wiped away a tear in his eye, hiding the burning feeling from Riku. Sora: And what about your parents, huh? What did they look like? Riku: My dad looked like an older version of me, while my mother....I think she died at childbirth. Sora: Oh...okay. To change the subject to a brighter note, how about we talk about other worlds? Riku: Other worlds? You can't possibly think there are other worlds can you? Sora saw through Riku's mocking tone to see an envy that looked out of place. Sora: Riku, I know you believe. Let's talk okay? Let's create a world of our own! Riku: I don't know. To be honest I want to leave destiny islands. But some nagging feeling is telling me not too. I don't know, Sora.... Sora: Hahaha, butthead! You are so hilarious! You should have seen yourself. Riku looked angrilly at Sora but fiercness turned to laughter. Riku: Look who you are calling butthead, dimbulb! You scare away her every second, you know? Sora's face turned serious. Sora: Her? Who do you mean? Riku: You know, Kiari. I think she's pinning away from you. Sora looked suprised and then confused. His eyes widened in wonder. Sora: Kiari? Who is she? Is she...pretty? Riku: Duh she is! You never saw her? That's suprising, Mr. Ugly. I bet you were so ugly that she dosn't like to show her face. Bring a bag tomorrow night at this very place, at this very time and I'll show you, okay? Sora nodded and watced Riku run off. Sora: A beautiful girl, huh. I bet Riku's pulling my leg again, like the time he told me about the treasure in the coconut tree. I ended up getting a concusion and a scar from a lizard. Sora padded up the path now lit by a small shimmer of the cresent moon. A shadow appeared in the distance, and Sora ran happily to see Riku. Riku: So you did come, Sora. I had my doubts because of your goody goody two shoes nature of mind. Sora: Hey, I want to meet her okay? I brought the bag, too. Riku: Good, my spy apprentice. Let me hold it up to your face, okay? Sora: Uh....sure. Riku, started to cut two small circles in the bag and placed it smoothly over Sora's head. Sora's eyes shone with anger as Riku smirked. Sora: What's the deal with the bag, huh Riku? Riku: You are so ugly, if she wakes up I'm afraid you'll scare her witless. Sora ripped the bag off his head, and Riku started to tsk at him. Riku: Tsk, tsk Sora. Supplies are scarce on these islands. Who knows how long it is before the merchants get ahold of more. Sora: Shut up Riku. Let's get a move on, okay? The two quarrling friends moved across the landscape to the house Kairi lived in. Sora: Now what, smart guy. How do we get in? Riku: My apprentice, we spy through the window duh. Sora: Okay then wise guy, you do it. Riku: stop calling me inelligent. Your flattering me. Sora watched as Riku silently peered into the room. He looked sullenly at Sora. Sora: Can I see? Riku: She's not here. I think she might be on vacation or something. Sora climbed up but Riku was right. No one was in the room. Riku: Let's wait a bit. Maybe she's using the bathroom or something. No one came though. Sora yawned and lay back onto the soft sand. Riku looked down at him and smiled. Reaching into his pocket, he took a small object and a piece of paper out. He moved the object across the paper and took a piece of coconut skin to tie the paper to Sora.
A stretched grassy plain lay west of the towering castle dubbed Castle Oblivion. It's onimous shadow cast sullen patterns on the coming army of heartless at the lead of a hooded figure. Cloaked in thin, obsidion robes the figure stutted quietly at the heel of her army. Xaale turned around as she head a beckon from above. A wizard heartless swooped down to be at eye level to the nobody. Violet hat covering the wizard's eyes, it was the voice that could betray the wizard's plans. It hissed to Xaale, "The army is ready to brawl with any dangers Castle Oblivion holds." Xaale shook her hooded head, causing the chains on the cloak to clink softly. "You really think that something could have happened to Castle Oblivion while I was gone? I'm sure Marluxia and Xigbar can handle any trouble." The wizard sighed and flew off into the bright blue skies. Xaale took a deep breath and roared above the crowd, "To Castle Oblivion!" The heartless roared back in different tones and languages, "To Castle Oblivion!" The regal golden doors of Castle Oblivion flew open in tune to the motion of Xaale's hands. She walked inside, turning her head in small, acute motions. The marble halls were empty except for the heartless departing elsewhere now that they had completed their escort. Only three large wyverns remained, waiting loyally for their master's order. Xaale ran her sleek, gloved hand down one of the pillars decorated with marble roses. Xaale chuckled softly to herself, "Marluxia isn't exactly someone who a person would be hired for home decor." The wyverns studied her every move as she walked slowly around the hall. Finally her head turned and saw them staring off at the wall. Their nostrils flaring, they started to kick violently at the empty air. Xaale beckoned them and they came unwillingly to her feet. She asked them quietly, "Scout out the basement floors. Wipe out any experiments that could harm you and my other heartless. That Vexen...if only he was a bit more cunning to realize the importance and strength of you." The wyverns spread their wide, mud colored wings and swooped into a spiral blast of darkness. Xaale was now alone in the large hallway and she started to look for the 13 members of the organitation. "I am neglected by them," she told herself, "Why can't I be one of them?" A voice equal of that to Xaale's echoed and said, "Hahaha, you are blind to the truth." Spinning around so fast that her hood fell off, Xaale parted her sandy hair to see a gray robed figure. Xaale was suprised to see the exact image of herself standing before her. "This must be what it was like for Riku to meet his Replica that Vexen made," Xaale said in her mind. The figure put her hood back up, shadowing her face. Her voice said with great satisfaction, "I am Alexa, your Somebody. I guess that's what we are called if you are called Nobodies." She raised a card and threw it to the marble floor. Spinning upright on the spot, the card started to shake and three heartless wyverns flew out. They were different though: They were white and had blue hearts on their chests. Alexa laughed out, "Nice to meet the power of light that my Selfless cast, isn't it?" The Selfless swooped toward Xaale as she summoned screwdriver heartless. Arcing up, the Wyverns shot blinding lights down onto the now gone heartless and a pained Xaale. When the pain lifted, Xaale looked up to see a small dragon in Alexa's place. Xaale stood up and looked down at the crimson, scale-clad creature. It's small beady eyes looked back up at her and she realized that her hood was still down. The dragon smiled at her as she hastily put it on her head. "Hello Mistress. How are you? I found you here on the floor." The nobody turned her head the other way in confusion. The dragon must have been the pet of her "Somebody". "Who are you, you lizard," Xaale breathed. The dragon's eyes widened and said quietly, "The fire did more than char your robes. You have memory loss! You butt, I am Ferro!" Xaale glared at Ferro and stated, "Someone has no manners. My robes are indifferent, still black. And I am no butt. Maybe pain will do..." Ferro slithered his small body away and Xaale yelled out, "Wait! Come back! I remember you now!" Ferro stopped and turned around, relieved. "My mistress, I knew you would come through. Let me bring you to your chambers where I will prepare some nettle tea. It has some healing powers, I hear." Xaale nodded and walked at the heel of the lizard. She then said to him, "Why do you think I had memoy loss? Was it from the fire?" She smirked under her hood after Ferro shook his head: it was so easy to fool the creature. "No, I think Namine wanted to get something out of your memory. I heard that nobodies were keeping her prisoner." Xaale sent thanks that Ferro had not seen a nobody, for he would see right through her act. "Yes," she murmered, "I know. Bring me to the chambers, and after the tea I must be off." Ferro looked quizzically up at her. "Why," he questioned. Xaale hissed, "Is someone a bit too curious or what?" Ferro instantly quieted as they reached the secret passage to the chambers. "On the basement floor 7," she murmered. She kept the trip in the back of her head so she could reveal it to the organitation afterwords.
