I don't want to turn on music...
I think this would be kind of pointless, for two reasons: 1. I'm too lazy to read everything you read. 2. Its square Enix's ideas completely, so it would be pointless to create a whole new brilliant creature like the heartless.
Thats...all I can say is, I don't want to attract too much attention in doing too much loud stuff so I can be kicked off the comp.
"You'd need to place a bit of your power into the machine." Voxtirc said, pushing his glasses up with his pinkey. Otherwise, I can't track it." Voxtric continued. "The essence of magnets."
Oh well...I'm on kh-vids.net.
Roxas. His crazy attacks were almost impossible to beat, since it seemed like, in my frustration, he anticipated all my attacks and countered. Organization data.
In what? Like, around, or on this website, or making videos?
"Depends." One of his clones said. "I'd need to take a portion of your power and scour the worlds for another one like it." "A portion of your power would be needed to hold the fog into the machine." All of the..Voxtircs said.
Yeah, definately!
No, I still have not made Final Fantasy things yet. I don't exactly have the cutscenes.
Vox nodded drammaticaly, pretending to not care. Information is all I need, he thought. That gold shield... "The underdomes reward is something that you've lost. Which one of you lost the tools of war?" He asked, another...clone? typing in entrance keys.
Vox smirked. "Where have I read this before? A friendship thats so dangerous, it shouldn't be happening." He crossed his arms, placing some blades into a data transfixer with a clone. Or was it? "And to answer your question, I have been studying your conversations and reactions. You really miss him." He spat. "Like XIII, and VIII, but this friendship of yours is unhealthy. Unlike Roxas and Axel, they were part of the same organization. This, your putting in front of you artificial feelings in front of your work." That is not how its done, he thought.
"Hmph." Ryan spat, whirling around as a torent of fire blasted out of her palm. What the? He thought, turning around and lashing a needle at her back. The judge decides everything...he thought, as the needle sailed towards its target with his strong hand, adding extra speed. Even if the other person loses, they might be a good fighter. He flipped frontwards, faking his last attack, flipping over her and slashing his blade downwards, onto her neck.
ooc, again, thanks alot! bic: Voxtirc portalled to base, breathing heavily. Finally, he thought. I can rest. He passed the card to Xeol. "Examine what I have got on this...Mixed up...guy." The card shown as follows. The blades he threw were actually Exploding sharp cameras. They could wrap around the opponent, slash alot, gathering information to the cards hidden in Vox's cloak. The cameras, were also explosive. Automatic close to death with a good background information. They were x-rays to, and could see Mixt's face. The only fault in it, was that they could only gather the information they could, which meant no mind reading, but the only info they could do, is see what the patterns in fighting the person had, what powers they could do, and calculate the weakness. Brilliant plan...but I over exerted myself by hiding too much in speed...
Ryan looked up at the fireballs. Partner, huh, he thought, flipping backwards continuesly to avoid the continuous balls of fire that exploded where he was. Tricky, he thought. He landed on his arm that was shot with a needle, and his muscles grew, getting number. He pushed up, sailing back to where his opponent was, and lunged out with a needle at her, avoiding the beast who was helping her. "So...you don't work alone?" He murmured to her.
Haha yeah! You should show me the links of the movies if you put them on youtube. I like chatting too, I guess. I'm making movies right now.
ooc: darnit Road to darkness is gone and thats who Braxen is...so the card is just handed over to Braxen....yeah.
Whoa! Recap someone here please, send me the pm.
Not really, we'll have the fight.
ooc: I'm leaving right now. bic: Ryan rolled to the side, and ran at Maria, aiming to stab her sword at her. Is she an amteur? A skilled person? What the heck is this key anyways? Whatever it is, I certainly don't want to get hit by it... He ran across the stadium, and whirled around, lashing at Maria.
