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That is quite uncalled for. I am a good friend of CTC's so its not that he doesnt have a friend. He was just expressing his gratification for your defence or doing whats right, whatever you wish to call it. He does not express himself well but he is not pathetic. At times it can seem that way but you dont even know him. You're saying he is no better? To me you are no better due to this comment. You should've just let it be. That's all i have to say.

Who else misses the old groups?

Reminising old times. I miss when i knew nothing about my good friends today. Learning more over time. Back when everyone was on at once XD

Iaso heard the man's remark and threw his keyblade at the man and his glider. The keyblade missed the man and his glider by five inches and returned back to Iaso. "Well, that's just my luck...", Iaso sighed as he caught his keyblade. He continued his way to the Castle. He put his lighter in his pocket and began throwing his keyblade from one hand to another. He caught the keyblade in his right hand and it began to glow. He quickly let go and his One Winged Angel turned into a glider. "... I could've used this awhile ago", Iaso stated as he jumped on his glider. He began to go forward and speed up getting closer and closer to the Castle. Only thirty feet away he kicked his glider to make it go faster but slipped. He fell to the ground and his glider turned back into One Winged Angel and fell beside him. "Why does everything happen to me?", asked Iaso as he grabbed his keyblade and got up slightly hurt from fall. He saw he was only a few yards away, so he began walking again. As he was walking he began to feel a tingle in his left leg. Iaso looked down to see his leg tore up and somewhat bloody. He took his coat and wrapped it around tightly on his leg as he continued on his way to the Castle.

A white man in a suit walks on grass swirving a bit with carelessness. He has an open collar, no tie, over coat, dress pants, and a white buttoned dress shirt. His hair is black, he has sunglasses but they are scratched beyond repair. He holds a lighter in his left hand, flicking it on and off, with his right hand in his pocket. He has a cigarette in his mouth hanging on by the edge of his lips, it has a slight fume at the end but is almost done for. He see's a Castle in the distance. "About time...", Iaso thought to himself. He continued to walk to the Castle, stumbling upon his way. Iaso hears a violent noise of air being slashed threw. He turned just in time to make himself fall before being ran over by a glider. "Watch where you're going, jerkoff!", Iaso yelled at the man riding the glider, who had white hair and wore red. Iaso stumbled to his feet and grabbed his lighter which he had dropped. "Maybe i'll finally get to use good ol' One Wing", Iaso remarked as he summoned his keyblade One Winged Angel. He continued on his way to the castle being vigilant about his surroundings.

Back in... Red XD

Username: Sora's Apprentice
Character Name: Iaso
Age: 27
Appearance: Here
Side: Dark
Personality: Laid Back, Serious at times, Short tempered
Weapon: One Winged Angel
Element: Poison
Starting World: Hollow Bastion
Additional Info: Smokes cigarettes practically all the time. Doesn't remember childhood except from 17 years old and on. Cannot stand anyone remotely annoying.

Bla Bla Bla, im semi-back :3

Hola. (It may be awhile til i write back XD Haven't been on in forever)

Long time...

.... yea. Don't expect me back on anytime soon XD

Adamboy7 had to drop off face of the earth. My life officially sucks