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All the Sora's and Riku look really young ._. And ya Xhenort does look a bit odd. Even still though It's lovely, and it's exciting to see it reveled~

I joined when I was 12, and I just kind of lurked until I started joining the roleplays, I don't really remember when I became active :P

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That works~

Definitely Synthesizing, it can be really challenging, but it's worth it in the end and makes you feel like you've accomplished something.

B) I was born ready

~Kuuuupo~

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I'm totally up for it! I've played Town Of Salem, which is kinda like Mafia party game, but other then that I have no clue how to play... But sign me up~

I totally agree with you. If you already can't find people in your life that support your dream, to get rejected like that on television with these stars would be even worse for someone's confidence. These kids need to feel enough support to devolve those talents, and they never will if they're being reminded of how they got rejected that one time. I'm an actress/singer as well, and for me personally I think it would be CRUSHING even for someone like me who doesn't get nerves. When you're considering how much work and time you put into a song, it's really heartbreaking if you get rejected. Plus these ARE kids and they will be taking it harder then most. I definitely think anything under 14 is too young. They haven't had the time to develop their talents yet, and they'll take rejection harder.

For a show like the X-Factor, I would find age limits annoying. It's telling that young singer that even though their talents may be surpassing of that age, but they still aren't able to audition. At 14/15 these teens SHOULD be able to recognize if they really have a talent or not. Some people do go on the show just as a fun thing to do, and really they shouldn't be that bummed out about it, especially when hopefully they realize singing isn't exactly there talent. For teenagers that are serious about actually getting into show business, they're going to need to learn that rejection is just part of the job. If they can't take it during regular auditions, they aren't cut out for it or not mature enough to take that rejection yet, and certainly shouldn't be going on the show. Plain and simple. It happens all the time. But if that teenager around 14-15 is mature enough to take that criticism and build on it, then to say they're not old enough, especially if their talents surpass those of 16-17, then I don't think it would be fair for them to let them wait.

William nodded as Drake talked. As the silence took over, he looked back at the letter in his box. He re-read it in his mind. He thought about both of the questions carefully. Though one looked like much more fun, it could also potentially be dangerous. But they wouldn't really hurt him right?.... He tapped his fingers on the desk, making the silence even more eerie. He put his cup down on the table, making it clatter loudly. He made eye contact with everyone, one by one as he paced around the room. He cleared his throat. He closed his eyes, before opening them again, with a new kind of sparkle.

"What if I told you right now, I was one of the people working here?" He said, leaning back on the wall. His face has an unreadable expression, more over to the serious side. He theorized a few things could happen here. Everyone would give their answers calmly, loudly or even might harm him. He was ready for anything now. He smirked slightly, flipping his hair to the other side of his face. He didn't know what could be coming next. They might even believe it to be true. And if they did, who knows what would be happening next. He reasoned with himself, thinking that he might get punched.

Game theory did an episode on this:

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It's pretty interesting, it's worth it to give it a watch.

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I didn't realize the Disney Attractions were actually going to be used that much. It's an interesting thing to add but for some reason I find it a bit strange. It's good to see them getting creative though. I'm sure we'll hear more about this when Kingdom Hearts III gets showed off more.

"Happiness doesn't exist, it's just the drug that's fed to you to keep a person going, the falsehood told to you as children to convince you everything will be alright."

William chuckled. "The amount of ignorance is really quite appalling." William thought to himself. He shook his head. "Don't speak too soon, happiness does in fact exist, in chemicals." William started "Endocannabinoids, Dopamine, Oxytocin, Endorphin, GABA, Serotonin and of course, Adrenaline." William explained.

"Though I am, cold and calculating as Miss Tasha pointed out, quite correctly, by the way, I imagine normal, boring people think love and happiness a mystery to me, but the chemistry is incredibly simple and very destructive. Though you're right in a sense, it would be very easy for you to be happy if such drugs got into your system. For instance, Anti-Depressions, or "Happy Pills", which I believe you do in fact need, release Serotonin. " He finished, looking rather pleased with himself. "Maybe the higher ups can supply some of those for you." He smiled smugily.

"We all need pick-me-ups, and there might not be donuts here... but nothin' beats a good smoke."

William nodded. "Clearly." He looked over at Drake, lifting up his arm to reveal 3 nicotine packs on his arm and bicep. "It's hard to keep up a smoking habit around here these days." He said. "Unfortunate really." He shook his head. He tabbed his foot on the floor, impatiently. He hated the enclosed space, the lack of fresh air. He didn't mind the smoke much but still. Could they open a window? Had he even looked for one when he came in? He was being easily distracted. No, no he needed to focus. He grabbed something else to eat from the table, and closed one of his eyes. It helped him think.

William listened as the girl, Tasha, ridiculed him, though he didn't realize it, and took it more like a compliment.

"From what I observed and deduced of you, I would have to say that you and a cold and calculating person who relies too much on there brain and doesn't trust his emotions much. This would mean you come off as some what rude. I would guess you don't have many friends do you? And I can see why. Although you seemed nice by the end it was nothing more then just something to say based on social implications. Oh and by your own logic this isn't just a speculation it is fact."

He almost smiled. He said nothing, but thought to himself. "Clever, clever girl, but sentiment is a chemical defect found in the losing side."

"And you? Oh where do I even start with you? So many problems, so many things I despise about you; and hey, it's only been five minutes of knowing you, who knows what joys I'll go through when we're lumped together for a few more hours eh? If you were so concerned about the IQ of the street, I'd imagine you would've moved off it far before now to prevent lowering it yourself. You might speak fancily to everybody, you may convey this air of superiority, but don't even think for a moment you're better than me. Smart people, as inactual smart people, keep their mouths shut and don't make enemies, because it winds up getting them killed quickly. This person that invited here hasn't killed us yet, you're right, but that isn't because they want us alive, it's so they can torture us and make us run around like the little lab rats we are, people are all the same and that's not going to change"

William rolled his eyes. That wasn't what people usually said. It was more like "Piss off". It was too bad kids were so angry all the time these days. Emotions, drove people mad. He wasn't going to say anything, anger was a most, irrational emotion, and he decided against making any comment. He almost felt sorry for the poor boy, but lost in his own thoughts he continued to sip his drink. It was only interrupted but the arms coming out of the ceiling.

William took the box that had his name on it, and looked inside. William narrowed his eyes. He read the rest of the letter. "How charming." He thought to himself. He listened as Drake asked the first question. He sighed, and took a sip from his drink. He may as well help him out by answering a question.

"So... do you guys think life's better short and fulfilled, or long and successful, but not fulfilled?"

William thought about this question seriously, but maybe that isn't what the people upstairs wanted. He clicked his fingers on the table. He then looked over at the drunken man, and happened to agree with him, to a point. "Greed strives for success, you notice how some Stars have everything they could ever want? Popularity, Fortune, but even still most feel a need to take things like drugs? People need that sense of, fulfillment in what they do, need to feel like they're making a difference in other people's lives, silly things such as that. You just end up being bored, feeling useless, like those stars. Depressed because they have no sense of fulfillment. All of the money in the world would not make you fill fulfilled. If you can't feel that fulfillment then, what good is a long life?" William put his cup down.

Disney Princess Enchanted Journey is really a lot of fun, that's what I introduced my cousin's (5ish, and 8ish) to before Kingdom Hearts, since the plot was ruffly similar. I have it on an emulator, but it is also for PC.

"What's the point of conversing? We're all going to die soon anyway, why not be depressed and uncomfortable in here? What difference will it make either way? Sit your ass back down, shut up, and don't waste your breath, none of us asked who you are, and none of us care, either"

William exhaled loudly. But held his thought until Drake introduced himself. "We have an amateur Forensic Scientist, a book store worker with a temper, and a cop. As well as a terribly poor informed young man." He thought. Then he looked over at Callum, still annoyed by his comment. "Don't talk out loud. You lower the IQ of the whole street." He said, popping the last word. "Let's try to use our grown up brains here, shall we? First things first, not getting to know each other would be an awfully stupid decision, we are going to be partners after all. Second, If whoever this is wanted us dead, they would've done it by now hmmm? They obviously have the power to do so. This isn't just a old dusty warehouse, this is a somewhat professional office building with a scanner that knows our hand prints. Yes they have threatened us with the people we love, but not our own lives? Why, why is the question at hand isn't it? We are obviously too valuable at this given time to be killed. Or at least, that is the theory. You always miss something after all. That doesn't mean if we screw ourselves we won't be dead later, but right now, us dying is not in their best interest, not yet." William said, with a creepy smile. He sounded very cold as well as harsh, much harsher then Callum had sounded. It was almost like a competition for William. He had a low tolerance for stupid people.

"I am William Scott, I'm not going to go into too much detail about what I do or how I do it because chances are you wouldn't understand. I observe everything, from what I observe I deduce everything and when I've eliminated the impossible whatever remains, no matter how mad it might seem, must be the truth." He explained. There was a brief silence. "Pleasure to be working with you all." He bowed slightly

William stared at his brother Myton, visibly in deep thought. They were playing a game of the up-most strategy. A buzzer sounded, which came from a brand new Operation board. Not exactly chess. "Oh bugger!" Myton hissed. "Whoopsy! Can't handle a broken heart. How very telling." William leaned back, crossing his legs. "Don't be smart." Myton said, focusing on the game board. "That takes me back. "Don't be smart, William, I'm the smart one"." William mimicked his brother. "I am the smart one." Myton stared. If looks could kill. There was a silence. William thought about how soon he had to leave. He checked the time.

The silence was only broken by an alarmed tea kettle, which his brother went to collect. William tapped his finger on the table, waiting for Myton to return. Myton put the kettle on the table along with tea cups and other things. Myton narrowed his eyes at William, waiting for him to take the kettle. He sighed. Myton took the kettle, pouring the tea "I'll be mother." Myton said. "And there is a whole childhood in a nutshell." William took a sip of his tea. "What are you going to do William?" Myton asked. "What do you mean? I'm going on a job, I already told you." William asked, putting some more sugar in his drink. "Well asking me to house sit wasn't exactly suspicious." Myton told him. "I'm going to do what I always do, detect things." William shrugged. "Shall we continue?" William asked. Myton nodded.

"I used to think I was an idiot." William told him, continuing to work on the Operation game board. "Both of us thought you were an idiot, William. We had nothing else to go on, until we met other children." Myton said, visibly disguised. "Oh, yes. That was a mistake." William admitted. "Ghastly what were they thinking of?" Again the silence took over.

"How long will you be gone for?" Myton asked. "I don't know." William said honestly. "You don't know?" He questioned "How long am I normally gone for while I'm investigating?" He had no trouble lying to his brother, not this time. This wasn't just some investigation.

"Probably something about trying to make friends." William answered. His brother looked at him puzzled, but then remember their last conversation. Switching from conversation to conversation was not that tiring as it seemed. "Oh, yes. Friends. Of course, you go in for that sort of thing now." Myton looked at a picture that hung on the wall. It was a picture of William and Johnathan, William's best and one only friend. "And you don't? Ever?" William asked. Now he was just curious. "If you seem slow to me, William, can you imagine what real people are like? I’m living in a world of goldfish." Myton sighed.

William stood up, getting his coat on. He was almost ready to go. He held the letter in his hand. "Yes, but I've been away." William pointed out. "So?" Myton asked. "Oh, I don’t know...I thought you perhaps might have found yourself a...goldfish..." William admitted.

There was a brief pause. "See you soon, brother dear." Myton said, holding the door open for his brother. William nodded, flipping his coat-caller up before heading out the door.

He read the letter again. He make sure to get the instructions right to every last T. He headed towards the office building. He looked the least bit worried, but he knew deep inside he was suppressing that emotion, like he did with many other emotions. He took off his glove, and placed his hand on the scanner, having experienced such types of things before. "William Scott." The voice said. He nodded, and then walked through the door. He stepped into the elevator. Now he was nervous. He didn't like enclosed spaces, especially in elevators. After hearing the ding sound, the elevator door slowly came open. He looked around the room. Food. The sender was true to they're word, he noted that. He noticed now, three males and one female. He was glad for the low numbers. He sat down as far away from everyone else as he could get, without looking too suspicious.


He took a deep breath. He went into his pocket, sticking a nicotine pack on his arm, one of three. It helped him think. He looked around. What could he tell about these people. None of them looked interesting enough to waste his precious brain power on. He tabbed his foot on the floor anxiously.