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And don't even get me started(!) on gas prices these days! I don't that I...Oh....sorry...^^"...

But as for Chernabog makeing a reappearence in KH in future titles besides I, as he obviously didn't appear in II, it's a possibility....but, I am curious as to what other Heartless look like him...O-o

OOC: Everybody's on The Superior. You know an Imperial Star Destoryer from Star Wars? Think the same thing, but more "nobody-ified". So, yeah, Marly would be on the very same vessel as everyone on the Org/Keyblade team.

Also, everyone keep in mind, that this is an Extended Role play. If you can't make even a little long, try to think of something.

BIC:

Axel plummeted his face into his forehead, red-hair bouncing as he struck his palm. They'd been travelling for hours(!), and being on the same ship with everyone you've either betrayed or killed at some point in your life, might be hazardous to ones health. A factor Axel didn't seem to like very much as he continued to lounge in his control chair.

OOC:

In fact, I wouldn't be surprised if Xenmas made Marluxia be something stupid on the ship, due to his betrayal, like a maid or a engineroom engineer, or something Marly wouldn't like too much..xD

Just my thoughts Rep, you're a smart guy, you figure it out!

Yeah she did in fact, just one problem: It's written in ICELANDIC! To be frank, I don't think her Icelandic teacher knows Spanish either.

Sorry if I'm a bore, just watched The Mask, the one with Jim Carrey, and after drinking two cans of Diet Pepsi while watchin' it, there's only one thing I gotta say:

Somebody Stop(!) me!

8/10 I've seen you in and out.

Neither Can Obama, but we should just shut up and do things his way, because to do anything else would be....wait....was it sexist for Obama for Raceist for Obama.....Crap...-_-"

But, DUNDUNDUN(!) Both Hellkitten AND a Democratic Candidate lied! OMG!

I think you are reffering to the train of though that I was saying that the church was against the film. I'm not quite sure, but I don't think they were totally.

I'm talking about the country where we're haveing repeated disasters, terrorist attacks, and where we still want "In God we trust" to be taken of coins, dollars, and as our Country's motto, just because a couple a complainers can't deal with what Eisenhour(Sp?) did. Can't be bothered with a couple of tax dollars to make License Plates that say a simple but strong message. I'm talking about Atheist Extremists that were against a Catholic song being in a cartoon, that many Atheists griped about.

Strays from the actual topic, but I really had to make everyone aware of what I actually meant. And yes, in mythology Chernabog is a demon. Slavic, to be precise. And the piece for "Night on bald Mountain" was written long before the actual film Fantasia

See ya around, Xaale. Just remember, if you don't come back from wherever your going in 7 days, you risk erasure.....Ok, I have nothing to back that up....but still.....HURRY BACK!

OOC: Ok, that was just an example, I know,...but Xigbar's reaction was too priceless..xD

BIC:

Xaldin, for once haveing lost his cold, balanced nature, just stared at Xigbar with blank, worried eyes. "Nh fif..." He cursed bluntly through his moutful of Waffle, syrup dripping from his fingers and mouth, and fingers smeared in smushed whipped-cream. It was pretty obvious which one did it.

Luxord stiffled a luagh by putting his hand up to his mouth and cleared his throat, the smallest part of a sly smile curling on his features. But what Xaldin did next surprised even Luxord!

Xaldin quickly leaped up in the air, useing his wind aide to get an extra boost, and then landed a few meters away from the table, and made of in the direction of the hallway that lead to the Organziation's rooms, syrup dripping from his mouth as he disappeared down the hallway, takeing a sharp right turn.

The bloody Baron is a somewhat pompous, blood-thirsty ghost from Slytherin house. He's the only one who can terrify Peeves, as cold to his own house as the others, and is somewhat overzealous in his abilities, and likes to show off.

The bloody Baron prefers apparateing, walking through walls, sword drawn, and just gliding through students to get the biggest scares. He usually isn't too civil with th other house ghosts, but isn't a total self-centered moron....at least, not totally.

1.) No, but you can help yourself to the sandbox and try out your character there.

2.) If we go through every little detail, then this will be well organized and a good RP. And yes, undoubtably it will be long. Characters will go through a little over 100 calendar days each year.

This sounds quite interesting. Could I by chance by Xaldin and Luxord? I do both quite well.

Here's an example:

"Release your anger, let it go..." Xaldin drawled on as he stood there, solemn as a stone statue in the kitchen of the castle that never was. With sharp, uncareing eyes, he eyed the last waffle. Unfortunately, Luxord was also eyeing the same last waffle.

"You assume I will exactly mislay what is rightfully mine?" Luxord barked back calmly, with a few hand flourishes and a cunning grin.

Xaldin merely shut his eyes slowly, and summoned one of his spears, it floating in air behind him, point directed at Luxord's head. In return, Luxord merely sighed and pushed the plate holding the precious golden-brown waffle, and turned around in his seat, arms crossed. Instantly, Xaldin began digging to the waffle, only useing his hands, even though the waffle was doused with syrup and whipped-cream.

Luxord raised an eyebrow and remarked, "You're going to get gloves sullied..." he said in a dull saracstic tone. As Xaldin continued to munch away unaware of Luxord's presence even. "mooncalf..." he whispered in spite under hi breath...he doubted that Xaldin even understood what he called him anyway. He just listened on as Xaldin continued to stuff his face full of waffle.

We can start. I guess I'll begin...O-o

Axel huffed, not beleiving his ears. It was true, he had just heard that he'd be haveing to fight alongside Sora, Donald, Goofy, and a few other Organization members, he just didn't want to beleive it. In fact, he had only joined so long as he got to captain the Superior, a large, nobody Flagship which had more fire power, but less speed, then most other ships in innerspace.

Axel sighed, not understanding perefectly just how well this was going down. He looked to Lexeaus, who was sitting in front of a huge screen with a digital map scanned onto it. It apparently showed the ship's current postion, and how far it was from its current destination.

"Hey, Lexeaus, how much farther have we got until Atlantis, or whatever the KingdomHearts it's called?" Axel asked stubbornly, haveing asked the same question repeatedly, each time giveing "Atlantica", their first stop on some journey, a new name. He laid back in his seat, putting his feet onto the console keyboard, stretching out to get comfortable in the hard control seats.

Disney almost got into trouble for this segment of Fantasia, of course, generally because of how the cartoon was dark, forboding, and demonic, but also because it somewhat had to do with the Church as well.

A little elaboration on this is that:

The demon half is quite obvious, raising the dead and transforming them into all manners of demonic or sinly figures, such as hell hounds, naked women (Not they only time something like that is in Fantasia, in fact), and then casting those transformated creatures into the volcano to die when he generally "got bored with their antics". But, what really ticked people off, was the fact of "Ave Maria" being played in the church belfry at the end in the dawn, casting Chernabog and his like to be swept away with the morning sun.

Of course, Disney did get in alot of trouble for their cartoons sometimes being dark or scary, but "Night on bald Mountain" is the most infamous of these cases.

I'm not really an authority on the subject, but I know quite a bit, because I had to study the Boss and Cartoon when some noob decided to destroy the Chernabog Article on the kingdomhearts wikia.

Why am I suddenly wishing to call you: The Roxas Nazi....O_o? xD

The Corridors to darkness are strictly forbidden, to all of those who do not wish to die a most most painful death of bannisment from this thread....xD

Try to use the old fashioned way of getting around, and don't forget, Sora is on the Org's side. However, they can be seperated and need to find each other and regroup, if seperated by the Heartless.

And yes, you can have Lexeaus, but we still need one more character to start: Ursula. I'll take her if nobody else wants her.

Author notes: Thanks! I was wondering esp. how you, in fact, would respond to Pika_power's ill fate will the hammer, and not to mention I'm also curious as to how DF's going to respong on Zack.

I'm glad you liked it, but don't worry about straying from the story. Like I said, there's going to be a few scenes of the court room where the rest of the Org gets sentenced, but their sentence is different here than in the RP. Not to mention how much Luxord's presence will change the progress of the story, I'm going to add a few Original characters to even add a few more scenes and somewhat add a little more unheard humor and suspense.

I am in fact going through all the books, starting with the Philosohper's stone. (I'm going with the English title because not only is it traditional,..it's also easier to spelll...xP) @Below Post: I'll do whatever I want! xD But some things I may have to ask permissions among fellow members for.

Working well on Chapter 2, July 20th, 2008. Should be up by Aughust first.

Hazel eyes, green at the rims, opened to yet another gloomy day at the Leaky Cauldron Inn & Pub. Sebastian Keaton, a half-and-half born, even though for years he was still being called a mudblood by some, wizard, sat up from the bed he was quite recently laying in, which didn't have the most wonderful matress in the Wizarding world. Wait, strike that, it had the worst matress in any world! Base, as all of his friends at Hogwarts called him, stretched and yawned as he got up, still wearing his street clothes from the day before, haveing just arrived in Englad from Ireland the day before. His dad, the muddle side, insisted Keaton be boated to London safely this year, but, like always, his mother, the magical side, insisted he use the common flu powder they always kept near the fireplace.

He had arrived so quickly in the Leaky Cauldron's crowded fireplace, which was walways being used as a destination by other Witches and Wizards, but so late at night, he had hardly been able to get his things out of his trunk, which all laid in a messy, large pile in the corner faceing the door. Slowly, Base got up from the bed, the old matress squeking as he did so. Then, he first opened the smallest trunk, takeing out a packet of what looked like dried rat bits. Opening the bag, he dumped a small measure of the bits of rat into a dish inside a old, grey cage. Inside the cage, was a beautiful snowy owl, which was quite popular at Hogwarts these days he found out, which he had aquired in his second year at the school of Witchcraft and Wizadry, Hogwarts. Only two year and five months old, Episkey, a name of a healing spell he had found in a medical journal at Hogwarts in his first year, ruffled his feathers, and blinked wide eyes at the dish, hearing the clatters hit the tin feeding tray, and knowing it was time for breakfast.

While Episkey helped himself to his morning meal, which was windeing up more on the floor than down the bird's beak, Base opened another trunk, which revealed a couple of pairs of the same street clothes on one side, and his toothbrush, toothpaste, dental floos, bar of soap, shampoo, and conditioner. Takeing only the spare change of clothes, which his mother had obviously packed with all of the other things she always told him to not forget, but he usually did anyway, and quickly changed into a fresher, cleaner pair of clothes, the same as the ones he dropped on the floor and had slept in. Dressed in a plain, white shirt, with dark blue, long sleeves, which he kept rolled up to elbow length sytleishly, a pair of dark denim jeans, slim fitting and held up with a leather belt, and plain old wite sneakers, Base put his discarded clothes in another, empty trunk marked "laundry" in dull, disappearing black marker letters on the front, and closed the Rat bit bag he had earlier and put it back in the trunk marked "Owl", the words not so old on this trunk, and not as messyily written either. Then, takeing the toothbrush, dental floss, and toothpaste, he whirled a deep-blue towel over his shoulder casually, and made his way out of the room, and into the hallway, Episkey still munching crazily at the rat bits in his tray.

In the hallway, he walked silently, haveing to take many sharp turns around corners, as his room was practically the farthest from the only bathroom in the entire Inn. But, just as he turned a corner, he "oof"ed windedly as he bumped into somebody who he hadn't seen comeing across the corner at the same time. Even worse, Base's eyes growing wide in panic and shock, that person was a girl. Even worse than that(!), a girl who had nearly lost her towel, which she was trying to tuck back to where it was before, looking just as worried. Base covered his eyes with his own towel, trying to have enough humility so the girl wouldn't get ticked off more than she was bound to. After all, judging by how hard he had been knocked down, and seeing as though the girl was trying to tuck back in her towel, it was pretty easy to tell which part of her Base had come in contact with.

"I'm really...very sorry..about that..." Base half stuttered, still covering his eyes with his towel, and picking up his toothpaste, which had been the only thing he had dropped and his way down, thankfully.

"It's alright,...really..." Said a very nervous voice from behind the towel. Even more, a familiar one too!

Base took the towel from his eyes and looked at the girl, and sure enough, his guess was right. He had just bumped into one of his best friends from Hogwarts, who was always being riduculed on account of her height. Lee Rasuh, or "Rose" Lee as everyone called her at Hogwarts, was always a foot or foot and a half even shorter than the rest of her classmates, the same thing year in and year out. She obviously had the body of a fourteen year old, peuberty at least kicking in there, but she was sort of scaled down. Base had met her in his first year, haveing sitted right next to her when the sorting hat both made them Ravenclaws. By that point, everyone thought she either was ten and had been accepted somehow at Hogwarts, or she had Dwarf-blood in her, as crossbreeds weren't uncommon as students at the school. By their first class, however, everyone learned differently. In that class, they learned quite the contrary to Dwarf-blood mixed with magic-blood, instead, they found out, that Rose had Giant-blood in her veins, but the trait most half giants shared, which resulted usually in the offspring reaching seven feet tall, nearly by their tenth year of life, had not kicked in for Rose, and still hadn't kicked in even in her fourth year.

Rose caught Base's wandering eyes and peered her eyes, though lightly and almost humoursly, as was her soft-spoken nature. After all, she was from the mountains of Tibet, and had only gotten into Hogwarts because her wizard father, who was also execptionally tall by human standards, was a Foreign Agent for the Ministry of Magic, his job being to work for peaceful alliances with the Giants that resided in the high, snowy mountains of China. In doing so, Rose's father had met Rose's mother, a giant, of course, and so, Rose was born. Not many others knew much besides that. How she had survived along with her father in those cold mountains, nobody at Hogwarts knew, not even the teachers.

"And just What, are you looking at?" Rose said blushing, but a jokeing side about her voice, putting emphasis on "what". She had a certain British accent, but that co-mixed with what sounded like some kind of Chinese tone as well.

Base gulped for a moment and smiled, showing his white teeh casually. "Nothing." He said calmly, heaving himself back up from the floor.

"I see..." Rose responded, sounding rather skeptical, but still keeping that cool, jokeing demeanour.

After getting back up, Base found out just how far behind Rose was for her year. He had seen some other fourth year girls when he got to the Leaky Cauldron, and all of them were about 3 or 2 inches shorter than himself. Judging on an estimate, Rose was just barely 5 feet tall! One who didn't know her might even take her for a first year!

"So...still below the average, huh?" Base said what he always asked grimly, each year Rose was still behind on height, his own smile disappearing.

At this, Rose lost her jokeing mood, and sighed dismally. "Yeah, I'm afraid so..." She drawled on, her head hanging low.

Just then, her head hanging down, she quickly jumped up at realizing she was still standing half-naked in an Inn hallway, with her all-too-large towel starting to slip down, without either side noticing. She quickly smiled and said a goodbye as she quickly raced down the hallway that Base had just came from. Base waved back with a returning smile, not because he had taken pleasure in Rose's towel slipping, but just glad to see her again, just as she quickly ran into a room. Base stiffled a laugh as Rose ran down the hallway, back faceing him thankfully for both their sakes, as Rose's towel slipped all the way to her waist in the rush.Not wanting to see anything he might regret later, Base just turned the corner he had stopped at, and walked into the bathroom, which was still vacant and just around the last corner. Thus inside the bathroom, complete with a shower, which only ran slightly warm water, murky sink, afogged up, smudged up mirror above the sink, and a toilet so bad looking, all of the Leaky Cauldron residents just hoped all of their bodily functions would stop working and just hold it until they checked out.

Base hung his towel on the towel rack by the shower, getting undressed and stepping into the shower, he put the rest of his things on the soap dish inside the shower, which was gratefully out of soap. Haveing forgotten all of his shower-related possessions in his room, Base just started the water and started scrubbing in places just with the water itself. Humming to himself in the shower, Base forgot all of the world outside, as he started wondering how this Hogwarts year was going to turn out this time. But, just as he was thinking, he grimly remembered he had forgotten to lock the bathroom door behind him, the tell-tale sign somebody was just walking sounded in a long squeak. To Base, it was a squeal to end his life as he knew it. Shakeing off the thought however, in his mind, he just decided he would tell whoever it was that the shower was occupied,...but..what if that person was a mute and couldn't hear? It was obvious too, and likely, that the person hadn't just come to use the toilet, for pre-explained reasons. Worry crept back into Base as the water he had forgotten about kept pouring onto him, now feeling like cold hail pellets, even though the water was still moderately warm. Then, Base's heart sank even lower as he heard a familiar voice from behind the curtain.

"Hello Sebastian." Drawled a soft, almost sensual female voice. Sweet and low, and Base knew all too well who owned that voice. Narccissa Aphro was the girlfriend of Rymond Foxely, back at Hogwarts. Both of them a year behind Base, along with Rymond's bodyguard, a all-too-large to be thirteen brute by the name of Hugh Dugnri, some who disliked him called him "Dung"...behind his back, of course, Foxely and Ahpro were not people you wanted to cross. Espeacially Rymond, who would find out one way or another to get back at somebody for crossing him, which wasn't all that hard to do. Sometimes, Rymond had sicked Dungnri on Base to try and pound the payback out of him, but each and every time, Dungnri always came back with some kind of injury, and Base remained unscathened. Worse times, Rymond would sick his beautiful, voluptous for a thirteen year old, girlfriend on Base when Dungnri failed. Most times, Base just ignored her comeing on's..but this time, Base was in too far fragile a situtation to just pretend she wasn't there. Base gulped, thankful for the thin curtain that surrounded him the still-running shower.

Hearing no response, Narccissa gave a shrill but cute sounding laugh, "I know it's you, Sebastian dear, I saw you walk in here myself." She stated, Base being able to see through the curtain Narccissa's shadow, which had obviously grown...Base gulped again, noticing from the shadows exactly what grew. "What's the matter?" She asked casually. "Don't you want me to, join you...?" She said in an almost whisper. Again, Base gulped deeper. Now, Narccissa was going way too far, espeacially with a guy who she wouldn't take two looks at if Base had never done that one thing to cross Rymond in Rymond's second year.

"No, no thank...only r-r-room for one, t-thanks.." Base nervously stuttered trying to sound as casual as Narcissa, but failed in the worst way.

In the shadow, Narccissa swayed her hip to the right, putting her hand on her right side, a way to show skepticism...Base hoped(!). "Come now, that thing is plenty big for two." She said even more sensually. Obviously, she had had alot of practice in the art of seduction, because no matter how many times Base kept trying to shrug her off this time, she kept getting closer. And the closer she got, the more worried Base got.

"Here, I'll prove it." She finally stated with confidence, both of herms reaching under her street shirt. Somehow, someway, Narccissa had known Base watched her cautiously through her shadowded image on the shower curtain. And right now, to Base's panic, that shadow was half on its way from takeing something it shouldn't off!

Heart raceing, Base didn't know if it were because he wanted to get out of here so quickly and couldn't or if maybe Narccissa was winning even more than either of them thought, he hoped and prayed for this tradgedy to stop before it got too far. Just then, Base noticed that now the shadow was removing its lower article, this being a challenge, because even though Narccissa usually cared little on her looks, her parents were always buying her clothes and things to show off....her "best features". Based gulped the hardest he had yet. In only mere minutes, he wouldn't be the only one in the Leaky Cauldron's shower, and Rymond would have gotten what he wanted most,...revenge.

Then, just as a long, bare leg, silky smooth looking and daintly proportioned, stepped first into the shower, sending Base into an instant panic, forceing him to shut his eyes tight. He figured the thing Nariccissa wanted most was for him to see her in the way she was, which by theory would force any healthy young man to abadone all other thoughts for the times. But, no disappointment radiated off of Narccissa's presence as she stepped fully into the shower, closeing the curtain behind her. In fact, silent footfalls told Base she was going to get even closer, maybe even try and open his still shut eyelids, and any moment, he'd have no choice but to fall into Narccissa's terrible seduction.

But, just then, the door to the bathroom burst open in a burst of sparks, the door falling off its hinges and onto the tile floor. Although Base couldn't see it, Nariccissa was even surprised by this sudden action. At that moment, Base peered out on the side of the curtain he was closest to, and looked in shock to see Rose, fully dressed in her street clothes and wand-ready, standing behind the door, calmly walking in, stepping over the wooden door that laid over the tile. She swayed to the left, a skeptical look on her face. Base wasn't too sure who she was maddest at, Nariccissa or Base, who were both in a pretty sticky situtation to be caught in, whether Base was doing anything or not.

"You had better leave Narccissa, before I cast a nice Duro spell on you where you stand." Rose threatened smartly, her wand pointing at Narccissa's head, which was also confusedly pokeing out on the other side of the shower curtain. Now, it was Narccissa's turn to gulp. "If you don't want to be a Ancient Roman statue, I suggest you take you things and leave. And at this, Base took another cue to shut his eyes as he heard Narccissa get out, grab her clothes on the towel rack, but heard a a dark "Now..." from Rose, and then Base heard worried footsteps echo through the door and down the hall until Base decided it best to open his eyes. What he saw was what he was hopeing he wouldn't see, which was Rose's mean glare at him.

Obviously, since she hadn't known all of what was going on in the bathroom before she fatefully barged down the door. Base was grateful for Narccissa no longer being there, but Rose had noticed somethings that showed he wasn't.

"So, she's tall, beautiful..." Rose said sarcastically,rolling her eyes and not even looking as though she were about to cry at all. After all, she was the one holding a wand, and Base didn't. "What more could a guy want, right?" She continued on, but now sounding closer to the verge of tears she just couldn't keep away.

Quickly, Base turned off the water in the shower, it have been running far too long, and reached for his towel, which Narccissa hadn't taken, thankfully for Base. He took the towel inside the shower curtain and quickly warpped it around his waist, and walked out, with a great sigh of relief.

"So, was shagging a Slytherin any good?" Rose pouted stamping her foot and wheeling about to face the doorless hallway. "I wouldn't know, because nobody in any house has ever bothered to look at me!" She finally said exaspearted. At his, Base cocked a brow.

"And just what is that supposed to mean?" Base asked confusedly, eyebrow still cocked and not thinking what Rose said clearly through. But then, without a word, Rose stamped out of the bathroom, feet stamping over the wooddoor still lying on the tilefloor.

Base was left behind, wearing a towel and a confused face, wondering why things always happened to him like this.

I need it for a RP. One of my characters is nicknamed Rose, and is from Tibet. Need's a good, well researched name that relates with "Rose".

And,...Smithers....release the hounds anyway...Excellent....

I asked that you type it in English pronounciation..O_o I got nothing..'cause I don't have the Chinese language thingy-ma-bob.

Chinese, not Japanese...*sigh*

Quick! I still need the answer!

Ok, first off, I'd like all questions for me to be sent in PMs. But, seeing as though I haven't said this so far, I'm not blameing anybody.

Ok, as for the question:

In the first post, I am going to elaborate the exact details of each room, each hallway, each corridor, and each secret passageway. As for events, Sir Nick will actually hold a speacial inventation death day party on Halloween. So, to be honest, nobody'd need to have read the books, 'cause all of the needed info will eventually be in either a tutorial, or on the front post. Such as, Hagrid, during the first week of term, teaches all of the Quidditch teams together, the rules and gameplay of Quidditch. In his own way a' course. Summat like that has ter be handled prope'ly, or else yeh'd be up in teh ferbidden forrest without a paddle, eh?