Post by xemnas on Sept 3, 2011 21:57:49 GMT -5
real big fan of yours ,
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"You don't seem to realize the position you are in. How convenient."[/center]
quite the joke to you ,
[/color][/font][/center]"so, hon. welcome to the distorted world.
what's your name?"
"I have many names, Xehanort and Ansem among them. You would know me as Xemnas, the leader of organization thirteen."
"ey, that's pretty cute. how old are you, and where are ya affiliated?"
"Hrmh... I'm older than I think you would expect. As for affiliation, I have none. You could say that my interests are purely neutral compared to yours."
"young'un, are you? well then, i can deal. so... how bout you and me go on a date?"
"You hold no interest to me. I doubt you would ever comprehend anything I said."
"aaand.. what is your specialization?"
"You could say that I have many specialties. It would be in your best interest not to inquire."
"cool, cool. i guess youre a little talented filly? i like 'em like that."
"I see removing you from my presence will not be quite so simple. Very well, I will allow you to follow me for a time. It would be wise of you to stay out of my way."
kissed me in your room ,
[/color][/font][/center]"and on to the second section! how tall are you, exactly?"
"Six foot five, precisely."
"ah, just three inches taller. hm. so, what's under your clothes? not that i wont find out for myself."
"Muscular to an extent, but not so much as to look unnatural. I think you will find looking to be much more difficult than you would believe."
"okay, sorry. let's talk about some.. non - crude things? what's your personal style?"
"Black cloaks are Organization XIII's standard uniform. We also have outfits that are to what personal preferences we still maintain. I'll spare you the precise details, Nobodies are beings who have had their hearts stolen, and by that effect have lost their emotions and wholeness. I doubt you would understand even if I took the time to explain it to you."
"hey, you look like that celebrity... what was the name...?"
"Ah, so you've heard of me... I had hoped to avoid building up a reputation in the worlds. Pity."
"right! i remember now. you look just like them. except better, heh heh..."
"Your attempts at flattery are doomed to failure, as you are."
replied i love you too ,
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"soo, do you like or dislike anything?"
"As I said before, Nobodies are beings that lack hearts. We have no true likes or dislikes, but are instead governed to act as our memories from our normal selves dictate. I suppose if that answer does not suffice, scientific pursuits interest me greatly. Perhaps it's the fact that I have regained my memories since my rebirth."
"ohmyjonas, me too! wow, thats such a coincidence. so have any dirty habits or secrets?"
"Habits? Usually, I have a penchant for long speeches. I don't believe anyone is quite worth that effort at this point, however; you may find me much quieter than you may have heard I was."
"coolness, yo. umm. home dawg. anyways. describe yourself."
"If you're attempting to make yourself look cool, your efforts are in vain. To be frank, I have met rocks that were more appealing in conversation. They understand what I say far better than you."
"like dude! we're so compatible..."
"Hrmh... not interesting in the least."
a little bit insecure ,
[/color][/font][/center]"okay, let's rush through this. i'm thinking dancing? then, we can talk about rooms."
"I would much rather learn how to remove that heart you possess so that it will actually be serving a purpose. In your terms, no, that isn't going to happen."
"shh, if my boss knew about our secret romance... so. what's your heritage?"
"I was born in a place called Destiny Islands a long time ago. Then, I was known by the name Xehanort. My parents died many years ago, while I still went by that name. An unfortunate matter, truly, though not entirely unwelcome."
"wow, your family would love me! have anyone else in your family?"
"I don't believe I did. I believe if that were the case, you would find them much easier to understand. I doubt they would have had a mind for science."
"oh. sounds horrible. haha. anything else important happen in your life?"
"Eleven years ago, I was known by the name Xehanort, a wielder of the Keyblade and a master of both the darkness and the light. My lifespan was at its end, so I arranged events to properly facilitate obtaining a younger body. Unfortunately, the attempt failed, and I ended up losing my memories and the two souls inside my body. For the next few years, I worked as an apprentice to Ansem the Wise, researching the nature of the heart-- what you would call a soul. We discovered two things; how to create Kingdom Hearts from the souls of others, and how to create Heartless. When Ansem discovered what conspired in the labs, he attempted to shut the research down. I took up his name, and continued the research despite this.
However, our attempts to harness the power of the Heartless ended up backfiring. They eventually broke free of their chambers and overwhelmed us. My heart was stolen, but my body remained. After that point, my memories were practically nonexistent. I remembered vague points and the name Ansem. I was compelled to create a new name for myself, choosing to add an x to my name, and to the names of my colleagues, who shared my fate. We became Organization XIII as Radiant Garden crumbled around us, and through using our new powers discovered a world known as 'the World that Never Was', a kind of gathering point for others of our kind. A central node, if you will. We constructed a castle from which to carry out our plans and house our less powerful brethren. For some time, we had no way to achieve our goal of gathering the hearts from the Heartless we had created, as Heartless can only be truly destroyed by a Keyblade, otherwise they will merely form in another location. This problem was remedied as we collected more members; we discovered the Nobody of a young man named Sora, an almost exact physical copy of an apprentice named Ventus from years before.
Because Sora continued to exist after his transformation, his Nobody could also wield the Keyblade. We used this to our advantage, adopting him to our group and accepting his health gratefully. Around the time of his induction to Organization XIII, I had also dispatched a group of our top members to search a location known as Castle Oblivion. I suspected that the group had the intention of betraying me... and my suspicion was correct. The boy with the Keyblade, Sora, discovered the location, and dispatched the traitors for me. A useful intervention, if purely accidental on his part. Eventually, Roxas went rogue, for reasons I won't bore you with. He disappeared for roughly a week before we found him within a simulation of Twilight Town. He could not be retrieved, and merged with Sora to reform a complete being. This did not much hinder our plans, however; the Kingdom Hearts we had worked so hard to construct was well over two thirds of the way completed. As we no longer had a Keyblade wielder, we had to gather the hearts in another way.
Because of the large concentration of hearts in the World that Never Was, released hearts were attracted directly to it. We used this knowledge to our advantage to get the Keyblade wielder to do our work for us. We captured the Heartless that would release hearts into the air and concentrated them on the worlds accessible to the boy, and as expected, he did everything we wanted him to without him even knowing. Saix made the misjudgement of informing the boy of our plans before they were completed, and somehow the boy managed to find passage to the World that Never Was. He invaded the castle and, one by one, killed the last members of Organization XIII, leaving only me. Before I was confronted, Ansem the Wise resurfaced and used a machine to scatter the hearts we had managed to gather. Though it was not a complete loss, regathering the lost hearts would have taken nearly a year, and I was not in a position to flee the World that Never Was.
But there. That should satisfy your curiosity for the time being."
"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."
"Excellent. However, I would not worry about exploding if I were you... -Xemnas impales the interviewer on a laser sword-"
of this mistreatment ,
[/color][/font][/center]name. Toad
age. 17
rp experience. Too long.
rules. Thundaga.
rp sample.Lightning Farron, the woman who had killed both of CaROLiNE's predecessors, may not have noticed it, but small cameras tucked away in corridor corners around the complex had monitored her motions with nearly as much paranoia as the rose haired soldier exhibited in coming here. She knew perfectly well what the soldier had done; the recordings she had managed to recover from the data streams severed upon Orphan's destruction showed her what the two Fal'Cie had both done and gone through for their punishment.
But they had done it on purpose; they knew what they were doing when they enacted the Purge, and when they tried to destroy the world through their own monsters... and it was terrifying. What made it worse, none of Cocoon seemed any the wiser to what had occurred. Her memory couldn't have been glitched; she had witnessed what had happened in Orphan's Cradle then. She couldn't have been coming to kill her... could she? The self-aware computer would have shuddered in fear at the idea if shuddering was at all capable except through extreme levels of stress on her processors.
And then she emerged through the door. That woman that had murdered (Perhaps justly) the two beings whose systems were now left to CaROLiNE to run. The yellow photoreceptor, the only visible spot of difference on the perfect white rectangle of her head, narrowed to a point only a few millimeters across as the entire body swung around from the remains of Orphan's systems crudely adapted into her own body, stretching high up into the ceiling. The personality cores scattered around the room with enough sentience to know what was going on all trained their photoreceptors on the woman as well.
"Oh. It's you." She said almost nonchalantly, save for a sudden and sharp dropping in tone at 'you'. If she were capable of it, she would have shrank back to the other side of her chamber in fear, even if her monotone voice was incapable of expressing the fear running through her higher AI routines. "I was wondering when you were going to come to ruin Cocoon's vital systems again. Like when you and your allies killed Orphan and Eden. I was only instated here after you killed them. My only job is to run the systems left behind after their deaths. I never harmed you of my own volition. But you've come to kill me anyways, haven't you?"
At that, all of the spheres, aware of the situation or not, trained their photoreceptors on Lightning. Some of them didn't have much intelligence on their own, but they all knew well enough what would happen if the central system was destroyed. Even if they had only ever lived in a room much like this one, the prospect of death was absolutely terrifying. Humans? Perhaps they had some form of afterlife to go to. They had nothing but the abyss to look forward to. "If you are going to murder me, I don't think you will need to call your consorts to do it. Orphan and Eden were Fal'Cie; I am a supercomputer capable of running the systems they did to sustain life on Cocoon. Severing my head will not take you quite as long or as much effort as it did for them."
