OOC: Waz tat a shot? Nt eveyune has spelcheckr, u no. I tried my best to spell words that I looked up, and rechecked refferences such as Mictlantecuhtli. Sorry, but I feel Out of characterly offended.
Because of the "It's a silly world" fiassco, I'll have to bump this Great story back to the first page. :D
Your Egress will truely bear a stigmata of compunctious on the autochthonous of kh-vids. Espeacially with the aluminance of your older sibling. And I've spent far too much time as Luxord...........>>....<<....xD
OOC: No comment on this last one....>.>....xD
Genie quickly poofs into a Mrs. Doubtfire outfit and races over to Seifer. Quickly grasping the teenager before he can bump into anymore cars. He looks directly past bispectacled eyes to look at Seifer's blurry ones. "Tell me Helen, what is this?" Genie asks in a soft voice, then poofs into a water hydrant, and dousing Seifer in cold wet water. He poofs back into himself, looking a little worried. "Tell me helen!" He cries like a maniac over Seifer's head. Leon, in the women's dress department, hears a sudden weird sound ripping through the air. Sounded like some kind of words.... He turned around to see a young girl in her 20's whack a young man, probably her boyfriend, right across the kisser with her handbag. "Kill me, Ellen?!" The young girl cries out, whacking him once more across the head. "How dare you pray to Degenris to kill you while I'm shopping!" She shouts even louder and storms off. "Okkkkaaaay...." Leon elongates, cringing in fear of what just happened.
OOC: No character can read minds. There are only rare casings where characters closely related, or those possesing a strong bond wit telepathy, can read the minds of other characters. My only intention is the benefactory of the reading auidience. I know you will understand, Force, being quite the succesful writer yourself. BIC: Luxord crossed his arms and bowed before the court room, awaiting verditct. He was respectible, no doubt of his trustabiity. He had tried his best to follow the rules of the court room, and in his speech, verbally praise those he had stated against. Such as Jack Sparrow and Sora, reffering to them as, "the renknown" and "A chivilrous young man." Even though he had stated against Jack so much earlier, and had accidentally denounced Sora's succes in the Gambler games, so instead of leaving them as stuper and theiverous, he gave them their rightful dignity, and verbally praised them in front of the court.
OOC: I wholly sapidate with your point. But for me, mentioning what Luxord is thinking is very important, since Luxord is verbally difficlut to understand. Who here knows what: Congent Seriatim culpable or vivacity to name a fews rhetorics, actaully mean? Without using a dictionary, please.
OOC: I never wrote in bulletins, so if it comes up screwy, tell me how to fix it...xD BIC: Luxord cleared his throat and began. "I devolve into congention, that it was not of my own free will, to attack Port Royale'." Luxord begins, giving emphasis to his pronounciation of Royal. He faces Xelax. "I was merely acting on the forceful seriatims of Xenmas, my employer, as you all know That was the simple part, but inevitably it proved that he had been acting on orders that would otherwise punish him if he did not comply. He continued the one defense. "I would also like to promote, of which Roxas can not deny, Axel himself was threatened with being "turned into a dusk." Luxord contiues, doing the Richard Nixon and Dr. Evil thing when at "turned into a dusk." Luxord thought about the next one. He almost laughed if he was not heartless. "I admit to releasing my own Gambler Nobodies on the world of Port Royal, but none actually attacked the denizens." Luxord tells the absolute truth about. "The only attacks these minions of mine did was shoot out dice and cards, and only minorioty attacks." Luxord continues. "And these attacks would weild great treasures, should Sora beat their games." Luxord goes on. He gave a devilish smile. "Did you honestly think a teenage boy could make thousands of munny to spend on weaponary, potions, and such with just doing odd jobs, like mail rotating, destorying junk, and putting up posters?" Luxord recalls from how much munny that was lost with his Gamblers, also recalling when he visited Twilight Town and saw the job listings. So now that was undeniable. No Gamblers had truthfully harmed anyone but Sora, Jack, Donald, and Goofy. And they were combat trained to take on matters bigger than gamblers. Luxord would have a harder time with three. Because then he had been following the Pirate code respectively, not the laws that abode him now. Maybe he could use that point. "Jack Sparrow, honorably accepted my comply for Parely, being a renown protector of the Pirates code." Luxord compliments, which he hoped the jury would understand. "So when I hurled four Medallions out, it was a barter fairly settled under the Pirates code." Luxord continues. "And since Captain Sparrow has algamated with us today, the pirates code can not be held against me, otherwise, it would abide him as well." Luxord reminds the court room. Luxord peered his eyes around for those did not understand, and found a couple, so thus he raised a balled fist above his head and raised his neck backwards with the hand, making a face and gagging as if being hung invisibly. Luxord merely shrugged at the fourth aliggation. "I am not culpable for the vivacity of God...or Gods." Luxord notes, standing strong on this note. Since after all, the Grim Reapear had cursed Jack, not Luxord cursing Jack. And the Grim Reaper was more accountable with heathen gods. Luxord was a little pertubed by the last one. Summoning the Grim Reaper for Sora's gain was a crime? What had he gained? A mere trifle of soul that hardly complied to the Kingdom hearts the organization had been building. Plus, he had done Jack a favor, Luxord did not neccasarly have to release him from that curse. He adressed the court once more, speaking just as loudly and unselfishly as the other times, speaking with a fervor one without a heart was usually denied by. "My crime, be it coercian, that I helped Sora and company the allowance of releasing Jack from his curse?" Luxord asks the court. "I would like to note that when I said: "bravo, Sora," I truly meant it with the remaining rememerance of a heart I had, after all, being imprssed by the brave young man's chivalry." Luxord trtuhfully speaks. He was the tenth member after all, and there were only three members who had the possibility of remembering the heart more than he. Luxord had defended himself quite well, leaving hardly any loopholes for those who hated him to subdue into their greedy, and somtimes pointy fingered and yellow, hands.
OOC: Sorry I left so suddenly. BIC: Lux looks around, basically to see if somebody would come. While looking around, he was disghusted to see two people making out, and the worst part, he and he were having a good time... He quickly turned his head the other way, just as a waitress came by. "Excuse-" He said quickly, but he was too late, she passed without a word. Another harried waitor sped by with balancing plates, but Lux couldn't get his attention either. His stomach made a growling protest, "Stupid fast metalobism......" he curses under his breath, slamming his forehead onto the table with a clatter. While he just stared at the hard wood, an annoying Nassily kid voice rose into his ears. "It's about time you called, we thought you'd never call any of us!" The voice yells, and slowly Lux raises his head. He looked the waitor up and down. The guy awfully weird looking. In a red vest, white apron, and black pants, he looked like some kind of lame young Jerry Lewis impersonator. In fact...he almost looked exactly like a much young Jerry Lewis..... Lux dug into his ear from the ringing,.... and definately sounded like him too. Lux, acting cool, looks at the guy's name tag: Melvin M. Melvin....? Yup...this guy sure was living in another time..... He looked to kasha, and then to Melvin. "I'll have a coke, and she'll have a-" Lux orders his drink, and gestured for Kasha to finish. Meanhwhile Melvin was scribbling "Coke" into his notepad, writing with his eyes close to the paper, as if trying to solve a difficult math equation.
The kunai rips right through him, but doesn't even scratch him. "Eh?" He notes confused, thining he would have died just then, but didn't. He sighs a breath of releif and bends to rest on his knees standing up, cackling midsigh. But what he doesn't realize, is the Kunai pinking on a pole, then rocketting back toward him, point facing him. The zoom follows the kunai until it can be seen Oogie's backside is in plain range of the Kunai. Suddenly, Oogie eeks, feeling something just ripping into his posterior. And when he turns around, he finds he's leaking all of his bugs out his backside! "NOOOOOO!!" Oogie cries, writhing as he starts to deflate, soon only becoming a lifeless sack. A white jitterbug scitters in the opposite direction of Larxene, but windes up falling down a sewer drain. OOC: there. If things becomes not as fast, then I have a chance to come back as the same chars. Or at least somebody can take them and continue if I never come back. Bye.....I'm really sorry...
OOC: isn't it also impossible for them to heradatorilly have boys as well....? BIC: Lux walks in after Kasha, the sound of clinking glasses, people talking and laughing, and the sound of billard balls hitting one another periodically. The smell of Rye, beer, ale, toasted bread, and other things filled his nose. He looks all around, looking for a free table. The only one he could find was a two-seat, the seats facing eachother, regretabbly, far in the corner.... He groans, worrying of the otucome. "C'mon, before it's taken.." Lux says to Kasha, heading towards the table.
Lux had the sudden hurting sensation that Kasha was thinking Lux was trying to make her mean. He scoffs and opens the door to the pub, allowing the courtesy of opening the door to let her in. Before she could answer, he adds, "I'm luxord's Kid, not Xadlin's...." He says slightly hurt. He wasn't really sure if the sensation he had was right about Kasha. But sometimes he did feel as though he could connect with her thoughts.... And almost wondered if she could do the same.... Back in his own room, Luxord opens his black breifcase, looking over the neatly packed contents. He ultimately took his toothbrush, in a germ protecting box, some toothpaste, a bathrobe, flip-flops, a bottle of Woodhue Cologne, preffering the older scent, and a change of clothes, the same exact suit he wwore now. All his contents in arm, he leaves his room, balances his things, and manages to lock the door before he headed for the nearby bathroom.
OOC: Techincally, Larxene, since the track is a slope first, she would plummet and quickly reach the ball, hitting it hard. Sorry....xD BIC: Goofy Is also thinking Go to happy place, happy place...happy play....Gawrsh what is my happy- He begins to think, but his thoughts are interupt his thoughts. Larxene was face planted right up against the rolling ball, facing Goofy. When Larxene quickly reached the top of the wheel, he tapped on Beast Boy's shoulder, who looks from Goofy to larxene on the top of the ball. He quickly turns into a kangaroo and kicks the latch beneath Larxene open, causing her to fall into the cage with them, a moment before she would have been crushed. Larxene lands right on top of Beast Boy, now back into his normal self. He taps his fingers slowly on the thick bars of the cage, unable to get up. Luxord chuckles, somehwere near Kasha in the pile. "Welcome back Larxene, how do you feel?"
Lux, really annoyed at Kasha's actions, looks around at the local shops. He spots one restuarant with the British flag waving in front of it, and smiles. "I'm hungry, let's eat there." Lux suggests, pointing to the pub, bar, and eatery. He starts walking in its direction before Kasha can put up an arguement.
OOC: You will, right here. BIC: Luxord rings the bell once more, slightly annoyed at the insignifigance of the hotel staff. He dings the bell a couple of more times, more furiously until a tan hand with long red nails places itself over his own. Luxord, slightly confused, looks from his hand, to the the other, then up the long thin arm, then to the shoulders, around the neck, and into the soft green eyes of an angel. "You don't have ta kill the blasted thing, Sir." The women with the green eyes smartly notes, Luxord completely aghast. She had auburn hair of the purest maple leaves, the eyes of clovers against the pastor, lips red like the sun in Aughust, a figure that would make a monk cry. She wore a midriff green t-shirt, only slightly loose, the hips of the jeans she wore low-cut could be seen without looking over the counter. Best off, she most likely had to be in her late 20's, beauty still wrapping her over like a present at christmas time. For the first time, in his entire life, Luxord was speechless. His hand still on the bell and rested under hers. He must have been hanging in heaven for at least five minutes tanding there, both of them speechless, but the beauty only not electing to speak. Suddenly, Luxord began to piece words together. "I-I need....a r-r-room." Luxord says nervously, the woman turning on heel and walking away from behind the counter, and returning moments later with a key. "Didn't ye already have one?" The woman asks curiously, speaking in a soft Irish accenting, handing the key over to Luxord. Luxord stutters for a moment, and nods, taking the key and placing in his pant pocket. "I did....but my kids are sharing a room." He states without thinking first. Uh oh, mentioned the kids...not good! The woman gives a nod and grabs a notepad and a pen. "Name?" She asks, looking more at the notepad than him. "Luxord." He says quickly. "Surname? She asks, still needing the information. "Ummmm..." Luxord grunts, scratching his chin nonchantly. The woman looks up from the pad slightly surprised. "You don't a have a bloody last name?!" She practically yells. "One...might say that, yes..." Luxord says matter-of-factly. "Alright then....Luxord Doe...." She says slowly, finishing the registry. She puts down the pen and smiles, "You're all set, Mr. Doe." She says smartly. Luxord grins back. "And may I know your name?" He replies charmingly, starting to gain his balance with her. The woman blinks a couple of times, "Paige" She says curtly with a smile. Luxord is caught off guard for a moment as well. "You mean you were shocked at my lack of family name, when you have not yourself?" He asks curiously. She stares right into with a devilish grin. "I do....but it's for ye to find out, Mr. Doe." She says tauntingly, leaving the counter entirely. Luxord still bears his own smile, even though the day is gone, the sun will rise tomorrow. He throws the key in his pocket into the air and catches it in his hand again, deciding to retire to his room before going out. Lux, outside, sneers at Kasha's lie. "Yeah...I'm sure." He moans disdianfully, and with meaning, not even looking at her. He wheels around now to face her, though not looking anymore enthusiastic. "Where to?" He says with dull emotion.
Read the rules. You've spammed four times in the creativity corner, and have killed four perfectly good fanfics of other people. Not to mention nearly killing my own. I think this is the wrong section anyway. Please read the rules first.
Character Name: Jart Wrestpant Species: Twi'lek, Lethan Gender: Male Age: 21 Class: Spice runner, has only a small crew of good friends, who I will all play as NPC's. Description: Dark red in skin Tone, with dark green eyes, he stand about, 6"7, weighing about 170 pounds respectivly. He wears a brown trenchcoat, sash open to show an old Imperial vest, stolen or his own, does not matter, and black pantaloons. He wears tall black boots made from died Wampa Leather, making him appear even closer to 7 feet tall. He basically has a Han Solo Attitude, but is also similar to Luxord from KH II, willing to help anyone with alota money, whether they're good or bad guys, and very smart with words and card games. He's not a bad guy himself, but not entirely soft-hearted either. He can even escape the Taris Blockade with his ship, The Krayt hunter. His crew includes: Bransis Trouy, a short-tempered Bothan Co-pilot. Poi Polt, a easily upsetned and frightened chadra-fan. Kyana Gres- a shape-shifing female Sith experiment. JR-13- The Hauler ship's robotic chef. Equipment: E-11 rifle, DL-44 hand gun, arc blaster rifle. Can throw thermal detenators precisely, but isn't stupid enough to keep them on him at all times. Kyana weilds a lightsaber, and has taught him how to use one, but usually doesn't use any. Force Powers: Next to none, because he's force sensitive, but doesn't know. Demo Post: Jart looks around at the cantina scene, noting on everyone's action fluently while imbibing his own drink slowly. This was going to be one hell of a day, he knew that..... Something about the presence of one of the people in the room sent him a sort of feeling of dread... And the stormtroopers suddenly marching single-file through the doorway, into the cantina, justified his dread. He quickly set down his drink, and started to scoot out of the booth he was in. While most of the troopers were inspecting some kid down near the bar, he tried slipping out the back way with the flood of everyone else. But no such luck... Before he could react, he heard out a cry, "Arrest that Lethan!" Coming from a synthesized helmet, and felt a hard thud of galatic code plastic against his head. Thus he fell into a darkness of sleep, feeling as though he was being dragged by some unknown force.
