Base reluctantly sent his temperamental Keyblade away. Who knew if it would work again when he needed it next? But he had no need for it now. It looked like it was nearing time to say goodbyes to world denizens and move on to where they were needed most. Being back at work, he thought back to all the worlds he'd had to say goodbye to and all the various beings who lived there. He found a kinship in Hiro, and couldn't help but notice how much the young man has grown emotionally in a short time. "I didn't know your brother, Hiro. But I am sure he'd be very proud of you," he said, nodding towards the young techno-genius.
See, I joke around about how wrong it is to put pineapple on a pizza, but it has a good reason. Every time I take even a small bite of just that one kind of pizza, I do literally throw up in my mouth a little bit. My tastebuds totally rebel against me. As a counter-point, against myself no less, I don't like bell peppers either, and nobody questions if they belong on a pizza.
Base added what he could to subtracting from the surplus supply of minature bots. Base destroying 30,000 Microbes remaining: 272,000
Base was back in the fray. He assisted, best he could. He couldn't help but notice he was being outdone by a giant marshmallow man however. Base destroyed 30,000 bots Bots remaing: 436,000
Base had run off again. The Keyblade had not responded to his call, but he did pay for his cowardice this time. Four tendrils of microbots had caught him by his heels and proceeded to try to pull him limb from in all for limbs. Once the Keyblade made its late cue, the blast of light was enough to stun his attackers for a moment to get the upperhand on them. He did quick work, largely out of anger; he did have to take a reprieve to stretch his legs and arms after their attempt at quartering him, so he felt the anger was justified. His cohorts were sorting out a giant form amassed by microbots, and Base didn't have to think twice about running to their aid. He was done with being useless on his return. Base destroyed 30,000 microbots 708,000 remaining
The blasting subsided and Base snuck around the pillar to see if the coast was clear. Smoke billowed all around and stray sparks flew from exposed wires, but the battle was over. It had passed him and left him behind, but that also meant he had some chance to figure out his equipment problem; in addition, he also had the chance to regroup with the others before Baymax played a series of clips from a screen on his torso. It was all the more confusing until he saw how it affected young Hiro. It was easy to add two to two from there. "We're here for you, Hiro," Base said calmly, putting a hand on the suited teen's shoulder. Followed by the act, Base's Keyblade appeared in his opposite hand as if on a very late cue. He stared down at it in disbelief. "I'll deal with you later. For now, we have to stop that man. He apparently wasn't the guy you thought it would be before, so now we have to figure out a new motive for the revealed villain. We find a motive, we might be able to figure out why he's doing what he's doing and what he'll do next. Anybody have any ideas whatsoever?" he asked the group.
Replaying I.5 on the PS4, after playing KH I Final Mix+ for the first time on PS3 several years ago, what I miss most is the original Heartless colors for the ones that were changed. It might sound odd, but I'd give quite a bit to play KH I as it looked when I first played it but with smoother graphics. The PS4 version was less depressing to this end than the PS3 version, and I'm not really certain why that is. And I still feel like I'm in the minority that sort of gets the more complex aspects of KIngdom Heart's plot. Xehsnort in the brown robe that appears to Sora in Destiny Islands was always there quite literally from the beginning. I feel like this wider scope was a part of the original plan, so the simplicity of the first game fits with the theme of most franchises. "Nice story that introduces you to the main characters and in-world mythos, and things get real in future installments". Harry Potter, Star Wars, etc. I suppose that's why it doesn't bother me that KH expanded. I've been wanting to know the full story since I was seven and I'm twenty-three as of writing this. But if those darn Soldier Heartless could be mostly black, blue, silver, and purple, that would be great.
I'll say what's most on my mind when I see that title. It has been the subject of memes and the thought is out there already, but it's always worth saying. That is, if I see Luke Skywalker die, there will be not enough comfort in the world to console me.
"No one likes you when you're 23" - "What's My Age Again?" Blink-182 ... Aw, dangit...
Hikaru's call for assistance did not go unheard, even though Base was nowhere to be found. He was just not in plain sight. Unfortunate to report, the cause for his absence was all too evident: at the first sign of real trouble, Base had run away for cover. In some defense, it is difficult when your weapon and sole means of defense against major threats refuses to make an appearance. Since Base had flown in carried by Baymax, and he had landed in San Fransokyo near the Lucky Cat Cafe --- by ever-intervening Fate, no doubt --- he had no reason to summon the Keyblade until that point. The lack of it was not only unnerving, it was the facilitator for a full-blown panic attack. Explosions, metal-clashing, and shouts ringing out around him, he couldn't help anyone. The passed few minutes were chock full of revelations. Hiro found out who was really the man in the mask, and Base found out he was far too useless to be in the situation he was in. He was helpless. He couldn't answer the call that reached his ears. Much like the Keyblade, words failed him at the time. 'What's happening?!' he thought from behind a metal pillar, unable to look around. OOC: EXP Writer: 10 EXP, if this counts towards contributing towards the mission
This was a pleasant surprise a few days after the fact, checking in. Thank you all very much. I am happy, as always, to be a semi-permanent resident of this special forum.
Base wiped chocolate residue onto a napkin before shaking Hikaru's hand. They were equally happy to see eachother, but Base had no time to say so before taking an orange sucker offered by a robot... in a robotic suit. Worse, he almost didn't get to retrieve his lolipop from Baymax because some punk decided a weapons test was more important than sugary treats. Base decided he didn't like the kid very much for that reason. Albeit, the rocket fist was... pretty cool, he had to admit. "So, what? We're super heroes?" Base was waiting to see where they were really going. The dangers of being out of the loop.
I have returned. :D
How he got there was a story for another time. Why he was there was clear to him. He wasn't done with his journey. Sebastian Noble had been brought forth from the pooly darkness that the Phantom Blot had sunken him into to aide his friends. Freshly-baked cookies are known to be a welcome treat at any time, but especially when you wake from a very long, all too frigid nap. He'd made sure to thank his hostess. Just a few more cookies, and he would bid his adieus to go look for his friends. He knew they would be here. This was not his first adventure, and things had a way of working out to give those who were connected by Fate a way to always find each other again when separated by momentary disaster. He hoped, out of anyone, Hikaru was here. Or Beuce. Any familiar face would be welcome, really, but he hoped for the most familiar.
View attachment 45785 Mickey backed up from Daisy, and he grimaced as she fumed. Holding his hands up in a defensive pose, he was caught off-guard when Pluto ran up to him and licked his face. The affection was a welcome --- albeit somewhat wet --- distraction from the encroaching duck. "Daisy, I don't really know what t'tell ya, but we're all gonna have to work together. Okay? I've been worried sick about everyone, and that includes you. All I'm asking is a little patience and faith," he implored, knowing still whom he was talking to against her character. Turning to Pluto, he examined his actions and noted the door his dog seemed intent on opening. The image on the door filled him with unease, but he could swallow it; he trusted his loyal companion. "Alright, pal. Haha! I gotcha! Let's get goin' then," he said with joy as he turned the knob and headed through the door, his other hand rubbing Pluto's head as he passed him.
Base locked and loaded. Cannons. They had cannons! Yes, yes, yes. Ha-ha! All he had to do was choose a target. The annoying rat named Mortimer seemed like a good enough choice. "Ready!" He commanded himself, steadying the cannon and lighting it. "Aim!" He fixed the tall target right in his cross-hairs. "Fire!" An barrage of ammunition made a direct hit. It was the first of many, to be sure. "I'm sure why..." Base whispered to himself, "But I really, really hate that guy more than the usual enemy."
I could definitely see that working. Not only is the voice very similar, but I believe Mr. Lloyd would be able to capture the gravitas of the character as well. It is, after all, a performance and not just "Impersonate Leonard Nimoy". It would also be nice to have Christopher Lloyd be a member of the Kingdom Hearts family, and the nerd-tastic potential of "Doc Brown" filling in for "Spock" would be wonderful --- especially in my personal favorite medium of fanart.
If I buy it, how can I safely remove the gold stored inside of it? I'm assuming this is the only reason a small plushie could quite possibly be even close to worth 55 USD. My initial reaction to seeing it though was "I must have twelve". Considering that would be over half a thousand dollars, they lost me.
Oh thank goodness. Here I thought I was doing basically nothing by reporting bots. I'm subscribed to the New Arrivals board, so I get an alert for each new thread, and I'd suggest the same to whoever wants to make the mods and admins jobs easier.
Already dropped off my ID with Krowley, but posting here to commemorate the jump into the game so I can look back: 193594. Anguis.
