Post by xehanort on Apr 1, 2011 20:07:27 GMT -5
real big fan of yours ,
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"Darkness is merely another force in the universe."[/center]
quite the joke to you ,
[/color][/font][/center]"so, hon. welcome to the distorted world.
what's your name?"
"Keyblade master Xehanort is what you will know me as, child."
"ey, that's pretty cute. how old are you, and where are ya affiliated?"
"Suffice to say I am old; keeping track is no interest of mine. My affiliation? Ah, now why would an old man like myself have an alignment?"
"young'un, are you? well then, i can deal. so... how bout you and me go on a date?"
"Perhaps in the future, but I highly doubt this ancient body will provide you any pleasure."
"aaand.. what is your specialization?"
"Me, a fighter? You must have mistaken me for some other aged gentleman. Were I a fighter, I would be well balanced between magic and swordsmanship."
"cool, cool. i guess youre a little talented filly? i like 'em like that."
"You flatter me."
kissed me in your room ,
[/color][/font][/center]"and on to the second section! how tall are you, exactly?"
"Five foot nine."
"ah, just three inches taller. hm. so, what's under your clothes? not that i wont find out for myself."
"You would be surprised to find that I remain lithe and muscular despite my age."
"okay, sorry. let's talk about some.. non - crude things? what's your personal style?"
"This specific outfit and my armor make up my usual attire. I won‘t bore you with the details of what your eyes show you."
"hey, you look like that celebrity... what was the name...?"
"I should think I look like myself."
"right! i remember now. you look just like them. except better, heh heh..."
"You must have seen a hideous picture in that case."
replied i love you too ,
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"soo, do you like or dislike anything?"
"My only real dislike would be for disobedient children, though that would be in the loosest of terms. I enjoy using my words in combat as much as my fighting prowess, and my main interests are scientific in nature. I don‘t believe you would understand if I explained myself, so I won‘t bore you with the details."
"ohmyjonas, me too! wow, thats such a coincidence. so have any dirty habits or secrets?"
"Well now, I don‘t suppose it would be a secret if I told you, now would it?"
"coolness, yo. umm. home dawg. anyways. describe yourself."
"Nothing to speak of, I should think."
"like dude! we're so compatible..."
"That would be left to your interpretation."
a little bit insecure ,
[/color][/font][/center]"okay, let's rush through this. i'm thinking dancing? then, we can talk about rooms."
"You will be sorely disappointed if you try to take me dancing."
"shh, if my boss knew about our secret romance... so. what's your heritage?"
"I come from the world called Destiny Island, something more like a prison than a world. Anyone who may have known me and my relatives have long since passed away."
"wow, your family would love me! have anyone else in your family?"
"My apprentice Vanitas is what you could consider something of an heir, if you wish."
"oh. sounds horrible. haha. anything else important happen in your life?"
"I have spent my life mastering the powers of the Keyblade and of darkness. From the research I have preformed, I have proof that darkness is not necessarily an evil force, but rather a force that lends itself to the more primal emotions of the heart. Without darkness, beings are as incomplete as one without light. I had planned to take my research further with my apprentice Ventus. Unfortunately, he would not go through with the experiment, so I was forced to take an… alternative… in Vanitas. My research and experiment continued, but the end result was tampered with by three young pests who were adamant in stopping me from returning the worlds to their original state. Now that I have returned to a body, I suspect that they should prove less a problem to my goals."
"hey, look! we're done. so, i would ask you on a second date, but i'm about to explode. no, really. please step back."
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of this mistreatment ,
[/color][/font][/center]name. Auron/Mr. Hanekoma/whoeverelseIplay
age. SEVENTEEN AND PROUD
rp experience. Can’t really remember XD
rules. THUNDAGAGAGAGAGAGAGAAAAAAAAAA -explodes-
rp sample.ou could almost feel the creepiness seeping from the junk monolith that had sprung up in the center of town overnight. It wasn't just a heap; it looked like it had been arranged and placed there with a purpose... but just what that purpose was, it was impossible to tell. A figure in black stood atop a decomissioned car, another shade of gray displaced by the thin frame of the Reaper. A grin came to his face as he looked down at the crowd gathering, their outraged voices playing into his calculations just like the perfectly arranged junk heap. Wings concealed, black hand held out of sight, megaphone dangling from his wrist as he pushed the lip of his hat up.
"Heheh... look at all those miscalculated binomials," The young man said to himself, his grin fading. He growled, eyebrows furrowing in annoyance. So zetta slow... How long does it take to figure out such an obvious riddle? Hmph... one of these monomeric hectopascals will notice me, and then the real fun begins. was his train of thought. Any second now, his quarry would come to investigate. In just about three point oh two five nine seconds. Just enough time for Sho Minamimoto's boots to impact on the ground in front of the junk monolith, sending a murmur through the gathering crowd.
"Hah... admiring my artwork, 000s? You all look so angry; could that anger be directed towards me?" Sho taunted, sending the crowd into something of an uproar, all of them yelling varied insults and demands to remove the junk pile... but he'd spotted his target. A woman with pink hair who definitely didn't fit in with these yoctagrams. Who better to taunt than one who would gain no notoriety for being beaten by the Reaper. Sho grinned, showing his slightly elongated canines and raising an eyebrow, as if questioning these imbeciles on their reaction...
