Darkwing calmly walks back through the crowd of people back to a kindly old lady who had been the theives target. He came up to her with the purse, but the little old lady replied with pepper spray. Darkwing lands on the ground with a thud, his eyes stinging. His hand was on the ground extended, purse still in grip until the old lady whisped it out of his hands. "Steal my purse, will you?" The cynial old lady huffs, walking away and leaving Darkwing to wriggle in pain on the ground.
OOC: This is not the heroic finish I have in mind for Kasha, but if you want, you can kill her now. But I hada great idea of how to semi-kill and still keep in her continuity. PM me if you want to know what I thought. BIC: Luxord watched as Grim left through a portal, whilst others were striving to stay alive. Full of hate for the bag of bones, he threw more explosive cards at the dinosaurs remaining eye. Making his mark every few cards or so. By now, he felt like a certain cajun mutant with all the explosive cards he was favoriting.
OOC: I think you and ~Bunny~ are my two favorite noobies. XD I say this because you're both adapting well here. BIC: Sebax enters Luxord's old place of rest, looking around, then down at a console he had added himself to every proof of existence room. He pressed the button and a swarm of data filled the air in front of him, becoming a moving being in moments. The data-projection wore the same black cloak as Sebax, his hood down as well, to reveal silvery blonde short hair with a closely cut beard. He had a earring of the symbol of the Organzation dangling from his left ear. He was, in all essence, Luxord, Number X. Luxord crossed his arms and looked over to Sebax with a smirkish grin. "You never come to me, unless you need something, speak it." Luxord says in a slightly Brittish tone, his words full of disdain. "Come now, old friend, you I hold above all as a confident." Sebax admits, in an up-liftive mood. "Flattery will get you nowhere,...but I do owe you thanks just as much as any other of the Thirteen..." Luxord says with thought. Sebax went straight to the subject. "Crin is on his way to the Tower Mage." Sebax says without emotion and quickly. Immediatley, Luxord's eyes flash with amusement. "It's about time, I sent you to watch him almost a month ago." Luxord says admireably, as if some kind of prophet. Sebax changed the subject. "Are the others functioning correctly?" Sebax asks, reffering to the other members now walking around in the virtual world Sebax had set up for them so they would not just be projections of data only seeing the faces of others when called like meager hounds. "They are just fine..." Luxord notes. "With your permission, I'd like to visit Demyx next." Sebax says with a hint of respect. "You have my permission." Luxord says without interest, and dissolves back into data, then nothing. Thus, Sebax left the area for the next.
I hate the word, I hate the meaning. But this is from somebody who comes from a town where only a few Fresh-Air people lived until a jail was built. The term was actually used lightly, not in the demeaning way it is used in salvery and rap songs. A popular child chant in my hometown in the '40's was: "Eeni Meenie, mine-y mo, Catch a N;;;;; by the toe..." and so far. It's a great small town where the term wasn't heard as it is today until the late '90's. My unlce had a dog by that name, which regretabbly but also thankfully, died before the jail was built. The moment the jail was built, the town changed a bit. Race didn't matter back where I came from, who cared. In fact, it's still a little civil, Black's are treated fairly, and even more, which is rarely found, White's are treated the same way they treat black people, kindly. The reason I say even more rarely is a white person treated as fairly as they kindly treat their darker brothers: Reverend Wright, and all the other people, some even white, who think the balance of man should be ruptured and that blacks be on top. Quite different from "I have a dream, that White, Negro, and every other color, children, will stand on a hill and hold hands in brotherhood." *I loosely remember the line of that marvelous speech, but I know the basic subject of that verse, well.* Now then, you've heard me talk about how I hate the term, how I didn't even know the term until I was moved to Florida, and the race uncertainty many face today. What race and ethic do you think I am? SO others won't have to respond to this: White, and if anyone of different tone should be kind to me, I treat them the same. If they treat me as if I were trash who's ancestors made slaves of their ancestors, that's when I speak to them as if I were speaking to one of my own race who had offended me. *Tidbit: my family never owned a slave of any race. Paid servant, perhaps, my Italian ancestor was quite wealthy until his immmagration* So, Barrack Obama, I worry, will be the same as Lincoln and Kennedy...maybe even by someone just as same skinned as he...*Not a Barrack supporter, just concerned with the well-being of another human being. I've stated my opion, say what you wish, but I kindly ask you all, no dereps.
There is no denying evolution, but I watched Ben Stein's "Expelled" movie, and I'm starting to lean more towards creation... Before that point, and probably still, I belive God had Inteeligent design, thus creating Adam and Eve and the Garden on Eden. So yadayada, dinosaurs died, and that was most likely the time Adam and Eve were sentenced to life on earth. Most believe that Adam and Eve were the first primal humans, which makes sense because they had lost their divine grace of knowledge and beauty. I also believe the whole Jurassic Park theory that: "Polly's a T-Rex, deep down." You look closley at most dinosaur bones, and you will find bird hips bones. Therefor, I totally support that evolution theory, but as for human evolution, I place my faith in Jesus Christ as a Catholic. Not Baptist, not Methodist, or any other branch, just simply put at Catholic. **NO DEREPS BECAUSE THIS IS GOING TO BE MY ONLY TIME IN INTELLIGENT DISCUSSION ANYWAY, AND I'M JUST STATING MY OPION.** I also think it's stupid to derep people in This topic because most of the time, that's repressing somebody else's opinion.
Leon und Demyx, plox!
0_0 And Bandajo(Sp?Just typing it how it sounded from what I know of Spannish grammar)
"Cousin?" Odd asks rubbing the side of his face where he was hit. "What's a cousin?"
...... I think I've just been mocked by my best friend on the forums....0_o
Caljones...tacos....Se Habla esponola...que....cheetos....cafeteria.......bendajo.........si? I'm better at Italiano and I have no clue what Caljones and bendajo mean, I just heard them both in traffic one day... Parla Italiano? Beuno, mi amico. Come sta?(SP?) (Speak italian? Good, my friend. How are you?)
GAH! Not a Bunny on the forums! RUN AND PROTECT YOUR YOUNG ONES MY FRIENDS! Oh wait...the whole "Panic" thing is ajoke right? ... What's a bunny? Anyway, great story! I like how you paired Selphie and Riku together instead of the usual: RikuXKairi....or worse yet....RikuXTidus, Wakka, or even....Sora.... Can't wai to read more!
Odd looks confusedly at Aeilita, not recognizing her face. "Who the heck are you??" He asks, still looking around in confusion.
OOC: That poor guard...0_0...did you kill him or maim him 'cause ya' know, Aladdin's a Disney movie. The only real bad thing that happened to the guards was winding up in "Crazy Hassem's...-" nevermind what kind of shop. All I can say it was smelly... BIC: The wind howled in the bustling city of St. Canard. The beaked dark knight watched omniously over mere purse snatchers running away (The purse snatchers are stereo-typed as the usual dog/human characters wearing face masks and striped prisoner clothes.) The two theives headed down a hallway, and that was where Darkwing would wait for them... When the theives came to a brick dead end, A shadow stood in their way from exiting down the other way they came. The theives laughed, thinking the shadow just a mere vigilante. But their faces turned from smirks to shock as the shadow uttered words: "I am the terror that flaps in the night-" The shadow starts off, starting to glide out of the shadows with his purple cape extended as wings. He landed in front of the criminals, eyes galring beneath a indigo mask, white feathers contrasting a purple suit with a blue under coat. The entire outfit being completed by a matching purple cape and hat. The theives stood frozen and dropped the stolen purses and ran for their lives, leaving Darkwing duck to take the purses in his feathered hands and leave the scene. OOC: Say...since Darkwing needs somebody else to act on, like LaunchPad and Goslyn, can I just give them short lines so that Darkwing Duck doesn't only have Megvolt to play off of? Because I don't even think Megavolt is taken yet... Anyway, I love how I'm going to be Drake Mallard/Darkwing Duck because I grew up watching that show and now I can get back into it! xP
OOC: No, Seifer, it won't be...But I think the outcome will prove entertaining...hehe... BIC: Leon walks into Wal-Mart, still in disguise and having walked all the way there from home. He could have gotten here sooner, but he couldn't use his car or he'd be identified. He started browsing, trying to look like he was looking for something so that a Wal-Mart employee would approach him...her...whatever... OOC: And please...PLEASE! Don't do what Seifer did, anybody who helps Leon. Be nice to him..anything you want, BUT DON'T RECOGNIZE HIM! Hit on him even,..but DON'T RECOGNIZE HIM! *Genie then breaks the first wall and impersonates Jerry Lewis alongside Bama* Genie says, "We don't mind you, helpin' him, hittin' on him, or even hurtin' him...but-" "DON'T RECOGNIZE HIM!!" We both say in our best Jerry Lewis voices.
OOC: Sorry for my inactivity...here's what happened to Odd while I was gone. Odd passed out for an entire day because of a mysterious electrical shock from nowhere. BIC: Odd slowly blinked his eyes in the Kadic medical center, slowly coming back to reality. He suddenly leapt up sitting on a strecher. "Where am I?!" He asks confused, looking around. For some odd reason, he couldn't remember anything. His memory had been swept... OOC: Ok, you know those Jellyfish Zana mosnters? You know what they can do to a persons mind, right? This will prove most interesting...>.>
OOC: I didn't really know what to do next with Sebax anymore since he wasn't following Crin around anymore, but I guess something could happen to keep him active...I suppose... BIC: Sebax walks through the other side of his summoned Portal, looking around at the ruins of the castle that never was. The castle had been partially destoryed by the top of the Altar of Nuaght tower falling and causing a domino effect of disaster. (It's logical, look at when Xenmas returns at the end of the game and the Altar of Nuaght collapses, thus you fight the Nobody dragon for the first time) He had slowly been rebuilding it, working on each room at a time. By now, only the proof of existence chamber and all chambers connected were repaired. All of the statues and portals had been repaired, each one a memory of those who never were. Fools who tried their hardest to tell themselves they existed. Sebax stepped through a glowing blue portal with a Roman numeral 10 "IX". A floor tile depicting a deck of cards in front of the portal. And in an instant, he was gone.
I have a life. I go outside, I do schoolwork, and I hang out here. That's my basic everyday life. Wake up, school, outside sports like sprinting, hang out here... That's just my basic days... I do alot more than stuff set in stone. As for selling your life for a penny, Nashida, the penny I gave you is worthless. It's a roman Penny...Roman pennies never even existed...
OOC:...What's going on...? Where is everybody?! And why does Pete smell like fried bacon?!
