ooc://Hey, sorry for not getting on for so long, pplz. Summer... stuff came up and I found myself without any dependable Internet access. Thanks for not mauling my characters yet ^_^) "You can't actually be serious," Sora said to Riku, still holding his aching head. After that firm clonk, his memories were restored. However, it also came with the price of not being able to RECALL those memories anymore, past that awful pain in his noggin. "THAT certainly doesn't sound like the I've-changed-since-KH1 part of you."
Naminé(Larxene) at LAST heard some activity about. Good, she thought. Maybe NOW someone is going to start going about making the Cure... Pencil-less now that she had chucked it at Axel(Demyx), she rounded the corner. LOOK! IT'S SAÃX!!!! <insert rabid pencil-wielding, lightning-element girl attacking Org member here------>
Kairi leaped back with a squeak as Sora thunked to the ground. Her powers as a Princess of Heart automatically revealed to her that Sora's memories had returned to normal- or, at least, as normal as he could be. "Sora's straight again!" she cried happily to Riku. Then, a trace of irony crept into her voice. "It just comes with the slight problem that the lvl100 in our trio is now knocked out cold, and Marluxia and a surely angry Naminé are standing right there! Might I remind you how hard his Data refight is?"
(ooc://Lovely... mindless slave catering to evil whim time -_- lol jk But believe me when I say that Sora is NOT going to get close to Naminé.) Sora stared at the brush, then at Naminé (who was swiftly vanishing from sight, her trench coat on dark fire). His mind was struggling to make sense of the new memories the artist girl had plugged in. His memories said that he belonged to the Organization, but his heart said that the two people next to him were his friends. Headache. Migraine. Owwwwww. He had a brief, fleeting impression of a crooked old Nobody geezer telling him, "If you ignore your heart, you might as well throw it away-!" Or something like that. He didn't get to remember fully, however, because in the next second, he was grabbing his head as conflicting chains of memory began to chafe against each other. Ow... my fingers... dangit, since when did my hair get so spiky?! ~~~~ Kairi grew sick with worry as Sora swayed back and forth. She knew that whatever Naminé had made him remember wasn't good for what little brain he had left (getting hit on the head by claymores, peppered by bullets, and clubbed with a water-based sitar can't be good for your health -_-). She didn't exactly know what to do, but something made sense... "Hold still, Sora!" she shouted, grabbing his head and aiming her Keyblade at him. Perhaps, being half of Naminé, I can undo what she did... ~~~~ Sora saw the Keyblade coming and screamed- like the Moogle that was flying through the air (again) at that very moment. Aerith had run out of Mythril Stones.
Kairi was running towards Naminé, murder in her eyes and her Keyblade out. Sympathy, giving back my Keyblade? she growled. As if! The scheming, oxymoronic little girl had given her back the ultimate flowery weapon of d00m but had stolen her friend! I KNEW she was plotting to steal Sora all along! That thing with Roxas was just a ruse... she might've seemed all sad and deadpan then but inside she's just a- Then she crashed into a Dusk. What is a Dusk doing here? she had time to wonder. But... Dusk + swarm of Organization members = bad. Sora's gotta get rid of this one! What could she do, after all? Naminé was much more experienced than she was, even if their lifespans differed by about thirteen years. The only thing Kairi could think of doing was to keep Naminé from messing in Sora's head any further. ~~~~~ Aerith made a face at Rinoa but didn't say anything in retort. Instead, she only looked for something else to throw at the various villains- other than the unlucky Moogle. Kupo probably wouldn't be up to synthesizing anything for months. Luckily, the Moogle Synthesis shop was stuffed to the brim with pointy little crystals. Yay! the surprisingly wicked young woman thought, cackling with evil glee. She crouched behind the counter and grabbed a box of Mythril Stones- rather like a sniper behind a bush. She aimed at Naminé and flung the thin, needle-like rocks.
(ooc://Califa, STOP CONTROLLING MY CHARACTERS! And other people's, too. I'll forgive you and go with it this once, but you have to at least give us a chance to respond to your combat turn :K Sora doesn't want to be controlled against his will, y'know.) Sora awoke groggily. He was leaning against black leather. "WAAAAH-" He leaned away and tumbled to the ground. His legs felt remotely like jelly, if they felt at all. "And who just called me Sora-chan?" he demanded from this undignified position. "I thought that was a GIRL's Japanese title!" (ooc://Yes, yes, I know it can just as easily be used with boys in childhood, but from what I've read it's more commonly geared towards females...) "I can perfectly protect myself- and Organization XIII, if it comes to that! I AM with them, after all..." ~~~~~ Kairi stared at Sora, Rinoa and Aerith momentarily forgotten. "Sora-" she quavered, shocked. "Did that bump on the head squiggle out what brains you have left? Or did Naminé- oh. I get it." She scratched her head, then shook it. Taking out her now squeaky-clean Keyblade, she shot a light-beam at her Nobody, knocking her away from Sora slightly. As if that would help... ~~~~~ Vagely, Aerith registered someone cursing at her amid dreams of peaceful Radiant Garden and non-sword-carrying, innocent passerby and neighbors. Then she was dragged through the dirt, and she dropped like a rock from that heavenly imagining. BAM. And she was in the middle of a battle in Hollow Bastion, with evil villains everywhere she looked. Using Curaga on herself, she looked around for something else. Somehow, her staff had lit on fire during all the chaos and burned to a crisp. So she was weaponless- again. She grabbed the Moogle and chucked it at Marluxia, along with a randomly appearing stick of sea-salt ice cream. I'd like to see how pretty his hair looks with THAT! (ooc://I am feeling VERY sorry for that Moogle right about now.)
(ooc://I don't think it's over, exactly. Ukali just PM'd me saying that she would be away for a while 'cause her computer was having problems. I think we should just keep going on for now until everyone can come to an agreement. Y'know, the one about everyone having to do the science-y stuff...) Naminé(Larxene) shrieked aloud, overcome with bottled-up frustration and Larxene's borrowed temper. She felt like stabbing something... and Saïx wasn't around. Let it go, antennae lady, let it go... go back to being a nice little girl again... But her pencils felt very sharp and very comfortable in her hands, and her temper was winding up tighter and tighter by the second. At last, she snapped. "AAARRRRRGGGGH!" she screamed, throwing the graphite-tipped projectiles into the room she was passing by at the second. Being taller and stronger than before, the pencils actually made dents in the perfectly silver walls before they clattered to the ground point-first. Still sparking dangerously, Naminé stomped by. She didn't notice the pyromaniac-turned musician with a hairdo full of drawing utensils crouching behind the bed.
OMG I'm so sorry it took me this long to notice your PM- it's so cute!! Thank you!!
If Sora could've rolled his eyes at the completely stupid remark, he would've done so. However, he tried to wait for the stupid card-Drive bar to run out. Of all the stinking times to finally say 'Long time no see...' he thought, trying not to puke after being whirled about. The last thing he wanted to do was stain his surface. However... ...Auron's sword was VEERY sharp and shiny. Kinda like scissors. And it wasn't as if cards didn't have a natural phobia of scissors... GET THAT OVERSIZED BUTTERKNIFE AWAY FROM ME! ~~~~~ Kairi glared at Rinoa's tissue and then at the people around her. The Radiant Garden was starting to look like someone's idea of a disco party. And she could've sworn she had heard Sora yell something while polishing her Keyblade. Careful to dodge hair, swords, metallic objects, and anything in general, she darted off to find Sora. ~~~~ "Hmm.... Rinoa, you look kinda distracted," Aerith commented, taking the bracelet and tossing it away disregardingly. It hit Kupo the Moogle squarely on the head, sending him tumbling again (he had only just gotten up from his impact with Sephiroth). Tracing her look, she sighed. "Forget it, Final Fantasy VIII lady. I have no idea if you've noticed, but Squeenix doesn't want the characters of both series mingling that seriously. Technically, we're just supposed to be cameos... not to mention you only appear as a pair of wings rising from a piece of paper."
Sora vaguely wondered why he lost serious HP but didn't have a single wound as he soared through the air. Then there was the collision. "AAAAUUUUUGGGH-" Game over. Continue. LOL "Missed me, Sephy?" Sora asked brightly, entering the scene again. ~~~~~ "Are you kidding?" asked Kairi witheringly to Rinoa. "Ask my little traitor Nobody over there. She just decided to join the good side after starting off this RP on the bad one." She glared at the blonde artist girl. I am NOT related to her in any way. Period. The end. ~~~~~~ Aerith's sharp ears caught the words "flower garden." "Flowers?" she exclaimed excitedly. She ran over. "At last, I found someone who likes flowers like m- wait a minute, you're male." She stalked off, deflated. "Weirdo," she muttered. These petals are annoying, she added to herself, brushing away the many sakura/rose petals that seemed to follow Marluxia around everywhere.
"OOF- owie," Sora said weakly, landing on his stomach. (ooc://Ever noticed how much Squeenix loves making their characters crashland on their noses?) That wasn't extremely dignified Hero-of-Keyblade-looking, was it? He looked back at his straps. "Never knew what exactly they were for anyway," he admitted, turning red. He pointed at Sephiroth. "You're the one who shall pay!" he snapped. "As soon as I figure out how to get used to two legs after spending more than half of this roleplay in the Pridelands-" ~~~~~ "I think things are starting to warm up again," Aerith remarked to Kairi. "And yet here I am, still unsure of what I'm supposed to be doing... Naminé looks to be in trouble, by the way..." Kairi muttered something unintelligible, still focused on scrubbing her Keyblade.
Sora scratched his head, trying to remember how this felt familiar. Oh, yes... that was it. Descend, heartless angel. That long, boring monologue that had to be completed to bring off Sephiroth's terrible attack... "Go, Keyblades!" he shouted, firing off his Ultima Weapons. *CRUNCH* "Stop rambling and start fighting, you girly-haired lowlife!" http://www.deviantart.com/deviation/37683461/?qo=92&q=by%3Ablacklillian&qh=sort%3Atime+-in%3Ascraps ~~~~ "Yay! M'Keyblade's back!" Kairi squealed, hugging it and almost getting pointy metal flowers up her nose. "Woohoot!" She suddenly remembered where it had been, and left to find some sort of acid bath for it. Maybe those storm drains in Halloween Town would do the trick.
Sora jumped back from the tip of the sword. "Hey, didn't I teach you a lesson last time in Hollow Bastion and Olympus Coliseum?" he asked, glaring at Sephiroth. "You're the bad guy who's the darkness in Cloud's heart." Aerith coughed quietly but pointedly. "Actually, he's just his sworn enemy who almost fatally wounded his dark-haired girlfrie-" Sora didn't hear her. "Well, I'm just going to have to pwn your butt again now!" he said, pulling out a Full Drive Recovery and restoring his gigantic 9-level drive bar. He restored his HP and MP (which extended waaay across the screen), went into Final Form- it didn't even affect his Drive Bar- and pulled out two Ultima Weapons. How'd he do this? HACKS! "Sora, have you been clowning around with Riku's Gameshark again?!" Kairi shouted.
"What am I, chopped liver?!" demanded Aerith from the sidelines. "And what's that supposed to mean- the Viera version of Aeris? Might I remind you, I'm NOT DEAD HERE!" Yet, she thought, cringing inwardly. Considering how things are going on... Suddenly, she noticed Yuna, Shelke, and Vincent. "Anytime you want to prove that you're not useless as protagonists, you can go ahead and join us," she told them somewhat reproachfully. ~~~~~ (ooc://Yay! Sora-time!) *POOF* "Hey, everybody! How's it going?" A gigantic cloud of smoke appeared in the center of the turmoil right behind Sephiroth and next to Saïx. Soon, it cleared to reveal a short brown, spiky-haired teenager in black over-strappy clothing. He was grinning in an almost scarily cheerful manner. "The Heartless are running great in the Pridelands- hey, what's goin' on?" Sora demanded, looking about him. The grin melted off his face. "Why's Sephiroth still around? And who're the people with funny clothing...? You! Are you from Space Paranoids?" he added, pointing at Shelke. "Woah- weird." He stared impressively around him. "And if any of you are causing any trouble in Hollow Bastion, I'll just completely pwn you with my Keyblade and my awesome lvl100 skillz."
"Can someone please consider telling me what's going on once in a while?" Kairi asked of thin air. She was feeling more and more confused what with Naminé being in two places at once (or so it appeared), Riku and Cloud gone, Sephiroth eating sea salt ice-cream, and random ladies wearing skimpy garments and bearing rabbit ears appearing out of absolutely nowhere. Plus, she didn't even have her Keyblade to defend herself. Naminé had seen to that. "Everyone seems veeery focused on making sure I remain a defenseless little protagonist's girlfriend," Kairi gulped. ~~~~~ Aerith was still resolutely looking through the Moogle synthesis shop. Sharp, pointy crystals would make perfect flying projectiles to throw. (ooc://Not to overcrowd this chat... but I feel we need a Sora. Can I play him?)
(ooc://....okay. One little problem... Vexen's gone. Byebye. The end. And I'm kinda tired of playing an old geezer who can't deal with his stupid girly hair at his point. AND has a drunk voice. AND has twitching, weird eyes. So... yeah. But it'd be a good plan, if you somehow made it so that it didn't include dear old Number Four.)
"Riku..." sighed Kairi, keeping a watchful eye on Vincent's gun. She grabbed Riku out from behind her legs and held him easily in one hand. Oh crap, I have no idea how to do this... "Err... kewl heart magic activate?" She shook Riku a bit. "Um... abracadabra? Hocus pocus? Okay, is there a code word to all of this? What'd I do last time..." Kairi thought about it, shaking Riku as if doing so would turn him back into a human. If a Heartless had bones, then they would've rattled. "I hugged Sora. Riiiight. And then he just kinda... poofed. So... eew, I don't want to hug Riku... 'cause if I hug him, it'll look like I'm cheating on Sora..." She dropped him. *POOF* ~~~~~~~ Aerith looked around for something to distract Sephiroth with. Here in Hollow Bastion, there wasn't much... so she threw the first things that she could get her hands on. SPLAT. CLUNK. KUPO'D!! The sea salt ice-cream, McScrooge's block of ice, and the Moogle bounced off Sephiroth's hairy head.
Kairi blanched, feeling sick to her stomach. "That THING was once a part of me?!" she screamed, pointing at Naminé. "The sick, gross, inappropriate side of me?! I was kinda hoping you'd be a lot smaller! AND you killed Riku-" she added. Gee, now I don't have a weapon... and Riku's not around to protect me... I wonder where he is... Then she noticed the tiny Shadow *attempting* to maul Naminé. "Good Riku! Sic her!" she called to it. Riku just turned into a tiny, pathetic Shadow...? That stinks. ~~~~~ "Did you break your nose, Cloud?" asked Aerith, coming around the wall. "You really are smashing into a lot of things today."
Kairi gritted her teeth and thought of nothing but bloody vengeance as she brainstormed ways of how to get her Keyblade back from that lily-livered, stick-straight traitorous Nobody of hers... You got to see her for roughly four cutscenes. Yeah, Kairi, that's really going to give you a tremendous amount of background info on her... "Give that back, you inappropriate little freak of nature!" Kairi snarled, leaping forwards quickly. She vaulted lightly over Naminé's head and got behind her. Then she yanked the Nobody's hood over her blond head and yanked the coat ties. HARD. To complete the move, she tied them together. "Take that, you heartless little artist!" she said, punching the air and drunk with her short-lived victory. ~~~~~~~ Aerith paused in her rather pointless running about with her staff and looked around. Rinoa was angrily shooting at Tifa, who had taken refuge behind a rock. "Hey... what's wrong with Tifa?" she thought aloud. Carefully stowing it out of the way, she approached the other woman. "Are you okay?"
"What death warrant?" asked Kairi, unable to comprehend Saïx's metaphor. "I never signed anyth— oh. Ehehehe... oh dear..." She scratched her head as if raking her fingers along her scalp would stimulate her brain to think of a quick escape maneuver. She couldn't think of anything, so she simply summoned back her Keyblade and randomly pulled out something from her carry-bag. "I knew stealing these from Sora would come in handy one day," she said brightly, flicking through the nicked deck of many KH:CoM cards. "Let's hope they still work." Cloud + Cloud + Cloud = Omnislash. A second after she activated the sleight, Kairi wondered, What the heck is Omnislash? (ooc://Yes, I'm obsessed with KH:CoM because that was actually the first KH game I played :D )
