Organization XIII vs. Disney-ization XIII

Vexe's eyes glowed to life inside her pod. She lifted her left arm as it transformed into a blaster and pointed it at the button. Fired. The button was activated, with surprisingly no damage to the pod. She jumped out as the doors opened and hovered a few inches above the floor, stretching her mechanical limbs.

 

OOC: This dilema made me laugh. Rep for both of you. xP Also, Veritgo: Nice work already with EVE.

BIC:

Stitch's eyes blink open again, and he resumes to pushing the emptying button and gets out for another go at life. He shakes himself dry as before, except this time, many of the drips of water pelt EVE on her "face". He stand back on two feet and looks around, and seeing EVE. He grimaces and mutters, "Stitch, sorry. My bad."

Luxord wakes up with a start on the hologrid table of the two HQs and the space between them. Had he forgotten to get back in his tube before falling asleep? He cursed himself silently with a grunt, and made his way back up a floor.

 

OOC: Do I say "Vexe" of "EVE"? I'm confused.

 

OOC: Vexe is for conversational purposes only. When you're refering to the character, it's EVE. Sorry this took so long.

 

OOC: Oh, okay.

EVE shuttered and turned to glared at Stitch, resisting the urge to shoot a hole in him. But she giggled as he apologized. He was so cute, after all. She patted him on the head and zoomed off to go down to the lower level.

 

Tarzan watched the EVE in wonder. Seeing technology as advanced as this fascinated him, considering the fact that he was from a world of simple machines and apes. Quickly, he walked up to the robot and softly poked its side to see what would happen. However, he immediately backed up at the sight of Stitch, a strange and clever creature unlike any he had ever seen before. Slowly, Tarzan approached the small alien and began picking debris out of its hair like he had been taught by the apes.

Xemnas walked down to the hangar bay, searching for his ship. The room was filled with ships, each having its own design matching the personality, weapon, or element of the owner. Finally, he found his own ship. It was the largest of all the others, having the shape of the head of a dragon. He entered the ship, only to look around and inspect everything. A large throne sat in the center of the ship with a desk of controls in front of it. Xemnas sat down in the seat and slowly raised the ship ten feet off the ground, in order to make sure it was still working properly.
"Soon this ship shall assist me in defeating those pathetic Disney fools." he muttered, landing the ship back on the ground. "But for now, there is planning to be done..."

 

Stitch breathed a sigh of relief, but only having a moment to be relieved. A strange man in a loincloths was picking things out of Stitch's hair! He growled and summoned one of his plasma blasters in a burst of golden light. He pointed it at Tarzan, and growled threatingly.

Before anyone would even notice, Genie's tank was empty, and he was on the second floor. How he loved being an all-powerful being...

Luxord steps into his sleep-tube for a few moments of quite rest. A hologram projector was not the most comfortable resting spot in space.

 

Tarzan's eyes widened and he pulled his spear out, pointing it at Stitch.
"We...friends..." he said, slowly lowering the spear. "Friends...no fight."
The spear was summoned away and Tarzan simply stared blankly down at Stitch, hoping not to be blasted into a million pieces.

 

EVE stopped as she reached the second floor. There was a hug blue... person? She squinted her blue laser eyes at him. "Directive?" she asked cautiously.

 

Stitch's growl slowed, and his slitted eyes opened slightly. He pointed his blaster towards the ground. "Cousin?" Stitch asked curiously.

Only for a moment, Genie was caught off guard. But within a moment of his signature smoke, he turned into a Genie-form of Robocop. "Prime derective: Get funk." He spoke in a mechanized voice, and began to dance the robot. No one would know how EVE would actually respond to these antics and stereotyping.

 

Tarzan titled his head in curiosity due to not knowing what Stitch meant by 'cousin', then held his hands to his chest.
"Friend." he said, very slowly. "Tarzan, friend."
Just then, he lifted his head up and looked around. Something seemed out of place for some reason.
"Tarzan leave now." he quickly said before bursting out of the room towards the lowest level of the building.

 

EVE giggled at Genie. "Naaaame?"

 

Genie poofed back into himself and grinned. "Genie. But if you read the credits: Robin Williams." Genie broke the fourth wall. He had a knack for doing that.

"Stitch friend too!" Stitch yelled down as Tarzan left. "Tarzan go, Stitch, go go." He muttered as he followed the ape-man down.

 

"Wahbin.... Name: EVE." EVE spun around in a circle and went to go back up to the upper level.

 

Tarzan rushed down to the hangar bay. When he reached his ship, he noticed that it was rocking from side to side violently. He looked back at Stitch and pushed a finger to his lips, signaling for him to not make a sound. Quickly and quietly, Tarzan sneaked into the ship to see the leopard from his original planet running and jumping around the ship, knocking down everything in sight. Obviously, it had come on the ship as a stowaway. Tarzan's expression turned angry and he showed all of his teeth before summoning his spear and tackling the leopard. The fight began.

 

Wahbin?? So that's that's the way you wanna play it, alright....I'll play your game! Genie thought himself and spoke, "Eeev-ahh." That should get on her nerves...

Stitch summoned his other plasma blaster and went in as well after the leopard. He fired duel shots at the Feline, jumping through the air, and landing on the left wing of the craft.

OOC: Ventez, you can only go down one level per post. Just saying from here on out.

 

EVE pretended not to hear Genie and continued on her way to the top floor. She hopped back into her pod and pressed the button. Her arms and head attached to her body and her eyes turned off.

 

OoC: Oh, ok. Sorry.
BIC:
The leopard swiped its claws at Stitch, then grabbed Tarzan's spear with its teeth and threw it out of the ship. Tarzan then had to hold its jaws closed with his bare hands in order to keep it from biting him.
"Stitch...help..." he said, struggling to keep the jaws closed.