Please note, I did actually take offence to your statement. The editing was intentional. I emulated the sound of an older radio, and I worked hard to make it sound authentic. It was an artistic choice and I respect that you didn't enjoy it as much as I hoped. Now, on to your entry, unfortunately I also would have voted for someone else. Your sustaining needs work, but you can improve on this with time and practice. Breathing exercises work really well for this. Also, you can have more melodic variety in your singing. To me it sounded like one repetitive note. Just try to experiment a little bit more.
Billy was leading the procession in a bit of a frenzy. The dancers weren't working quite the way he'd hoped. He demonstrated for them as the marching band continued playing. "Tempo, tempo, guys. C'mon." Billy didn't seem to realize Ula had spoken to him. Ula looked nervous and held up a single finger as if trying to politely call out to him, but she didn't want to interrupt him. She waited until the horns of the marching band stopped for a break as the drummers kept up a cadence and she shouted, "Um, sorry to interrupt, but are you still hiring dancers?" Billy whirled around, mid-step, and noticed Ula. "Oh! Sorry about that. Yeah, we are! We're always scouting for new talent. The more the merrier," he added, just as the hired dancers seemed to be getting nervous. "Do you dance?" Ula scratched the back of her head, "Yeah, I can dance, as long as we aren't doing any ballroom dancing for whatever reason. I'm terrible at that." "Nope. We focus mostly on interpretive and modern. Maybe a little Hip Hop, because it's popular." He demonstrated each style as he mentioned them, quickly, with little effort and speaking naturally as he did so. He chuckled and dusted off his broad shoulders. He looked to the marching band. Taking a moment to think, of a selection. He snapped his fingers, and there was the idea. "Jolly Holiday, crew." Billy raised his arms for the command, and the band followed suit. "Give her a bit of a vamp to come into." Through some way Ula could not describe, the music felt familiar to her, enough for her to be able to catch the beat and be able to work with it. Blocking out unnecessary distractions so she wouldn't freak out. Ula placed her hands on her hips, and every time the flutes hit their 8th notes, she would kick her leg to the beat. First her left leg, then her right leg, then her left, and he left again to change it up. After that she did a spin tapping each foot in a right-left-right-right, left-right-left-left pattern all around, which lasted at about where the words "mary makes your heart so light" would have been. She repeated this exact same dance a second time, but mirrored what she did. At "oh happiness" she step-touched her feet across and kicked to the left, then step-touched across and kicked to the right, and repeated it until "the daffodils are smiling at the dove" when she did a single jazz square and finished it off with a spin. She didn't really try anything overly complex, but didn't make it too simple just in case, and she kept doing her dances to the beat, often repeating a step a couple of times.At the very end of the song she did a couple of spins before ending it with her arms outstretched in front of her andher palms facing upward. She had a smile on her face and was catching up on her breathing. “You know what you’re doing,” Billy lauded, starting a clap that spread to the other dancers. The band remained impartial, but only because of their instruments in-hand. They nodded their appreciation instead. “Are you with the people helping Mitch?” Ula scratched her head in shyness at the clapping and when the question processed she nodded, “Yeah, I am. Is there a reason why you’re asking?” “Otherwise you snuck in here, and that’d be pretty embarrassing for us,” Billy flashed a toothy smile with a chuckle and whipped out his wristband arm with a flourish. “I also mean I need to know your name before I can transfer the Disney Dollars to your account. Fair?” “O-oh, I’m sorry! I thought I had said it before. My name is Ula.” Her face flushed red with embarrassment for a moment and she adjusted her hat to block her face. “Don’t worry. I don’t think I mentioned my name either. Billy. Billy Marco,” he extended the other arm for an enthused handshake. “And you, Ula, are welcome in the Main Street Parade any time you like. I’ll get your payment to you in a little bi- Oh… it looks like you have some money in there already on-hand, but your total says zero… I’ll call that in for a fix.” “Wait, it said I had no money? Darn. Well thank you for fixing that, and it’s really nice to meet you. This was a lot of fun!” “Probably just a glitch. Tia really tries to keep these things working right, but it’s pretty much just her and some of the staff over at EPCOT developing it. Beside all that, it was mutual, Ula. Stop by any time.” He pencil-turned with the flow of speech. “The rest of you, we have to practice, if we’re going to be ready for Opening Day. And one, and two, and-” Billy continued with rehearsals promptly. “There, fixed,” Mosi First adjusted the tint on the lead car’s front window. The sun had been bothering the Monorail's driver, but was no longer an issue. He could, once again, see the track clear and the green treetops below them blur as he raced over them. "Now... you were telling me?" "New arrival at: Resort Entrance A. Claim: Arriving, due to advertisement sent out by: Mitch Aisling," a robotic voice stated matter-of-factly from the Monorail console. "You will be arriving at Resort Entrance A shortly." "Thank you, LOLA," Mosi said from the driver's seat. Driving the Monorail, as he was well-aware, was more of a watch-job than something more manual. He'd use the controls to make stops, depart, and do all the thinking a human could do and a computer could not. Once the Monorail was in motion, it was just a task of making sure nothing went awry. Nothing had yet. 'It was early still,' he thought on the subject. "Here we are," he said to no one in particular. He was the only one on board, and he'd was accustomed to keeping himself company. Vincent Myers waited at the Monorail terminal directed to him. There was no sign of it coming from either direction, and he started to wonder if this would take some time. The dockmaster told him the Monorail traveled all across the island, at lightning speed. As nervous as he was, Vincent released some of his nervous energy by digging into his black backpack and pulling out a pen and his journal. Writing was his talent and his passion, and he would write at any moment and on any impulse. It was how he dealt with his constant state of Anxiety. No sooner had he started writing, that he looked up to see a dark-skinned man in a white suit looking down at him. There was a sleek, gray bullet train behind the man, which had arrived before Vincent had even noticed. "Vincent Myers?" the man standing above him asked, raising an eyebrow. "Yes," Vincent replied quickly, hopping to his feet, while stuffing his journal back into his backpack. "I'm Vincent. Hello." "I am Mosi First. I am here to pick you up and transport you to the Magic Kingdom." "Is that where everyone is?" "Yes, they are," Mosi cracked a smile. "They got a bit of a head start on you, but it's not a race, and we can be over there in no time at all." He stepped towards the monorail, and beckoned to Vincent to follow. Once they were aboard, Mosi excuse himself to the Captain's Deck and left Vincent in one of the passenger cars. "Please sit, or hold onto the handrails," chimed LOLA, "And welcome to the Wonderful World of Disney." Vincent followed the directions and took a seat. His heart was in his throat, since he had no clue how fast this thing traveled or even start- "WOA!" Vincent was nearly thrown from his seat when the cars took off like the lightning he'd heard about. "Sorry, still trying to work out the bugs. Are you okay back there?" Mosi's voice spoke over the PA system. "Yes, I'm fine," that was a bit of lie. It was more of a mix of excitement and dread. It was so much of both that Vincent had a hard time breathing and managing his heart rate. He managed. He breathed in and out, looking out the window and seeing the trees whiz by the many. He only jumped back when he spotted a miniature woman on the screen who was looking up at him. "Sorry! I was trying to figure out what to say so that you wouldn't freak out. I should have... figured that out before I made the call, maybe. Man, I'm bad at this. Anyway!" Tali O'Ness spoke through the PA system as the tiny box in the corner of the window expanded to fill up the whole window. "I'm Tali, hi." "Hi... Tali," Vincent was still a bit alarmed and a bit distracted. "I called because you need to be caught up on a few things. Not to mention, you're not equipped yet. Hey, no problem, I can set you up. Look in the storage bin just above you. Inside, there'll be two briefcases. Just open them up and take one, and I repeat, one, of each. One Magicband Plus, and one Pin Lanyard. You're going to need both once you get to Magic Kingdom." Vincent followed her directions to the letter, finding the briefcases stored above the seats. He wasn't sure if there were briefcases in each of the storage bins above every seat, but he didn't dwell on it. Looking at the contents of each, he picked a blue band and a black pin lanyard. He showed them both to Tali and waited. "Good, now just press the button on the band, after you put it on your arm. Select Info, making sure your arm is clear for the screen to pop-up, and that should catch you up on what we hope you can help us with. Speaking of help, of course, I can't stay on much longer. Sorry, but, please, have a good time, and I will definitely see you later! Good luck! Villian, I'm coming, hold on." "Thanks," Vincent fiddled with the band as he hung the lanyard around his neck. The screen returned to being a transparent window, but he hadn't noticed. He was too busy catching up. The Monorail pulled into the Magic Kingdom station, and Mosi saw Vincent safely out. The Monorail had stopped as quick as it had started, but it hadn't jostled him quite so much the second time. He'd been sure to grab a hand rail when he saw a station come into view. "Welcome, Vincent, to the Magic Kingdom. Even though you're here on business, and not pleasure, I hope you find satisfaction while you're here. It's still under construction, of course, but..." he looked around and smiled again, "Isn't it beautiful even now?" Vincent liked Mosi. He smiled smiled back and offered his hand for a shake. "It is. I'm sure it'll be quite a trip. Good luck with figuring out those bugs." "No problem too big, especially if I can get some heads over at EPCOT working with me." Mosi took the hand and shook with a tip of his hat. "Here's something for you, since you'll be working with others: No One of us is as smart as all of us. Do us both a favor and remember that?" "I'll keep it in mind, thank you," Vincent nodded, dwelling on where he'd take his first steps. He'd found out everything he was expected to do, but it was a big world to challenge himself with, nonetheless. "Thank you, Mr. First." "Mosi," Mosi winked and nodded before stepping away and back to the Monorail. "Good luck, Vincent." In a flash, the Monorail was off. Vincent raced down the ramp and through the Park Entrance, and nearly bumped into a passing couple as he exited the tunnel under the Main Street Railroad. “Sorry!” Vincent apologized to both of them, avoiding eye contact at all cost. “Noughta problem, guv,” Bert dusted himself off, having taken the blunt of the run-in. “Yer awright, righ’, Mary?” “Not bothered in the slightest,” she spoke a bit more distinctly than her companion. “Are you okay, Bert? and you, young man?” “Caugh’ me a bi’off guard, buh Ah’ll be fine.” “I’m okay. No harm done?” “None.” “Are you here with the others?” “Others?” asked Vincent. “There’s already been some investigating the recent issues, but none have spoken with us so far.” “Ye tink ih moight be me, Mary?” Bert clowned around and stretched out his bowtie, leaning back on one leg and kicking the other out. “Anyone would do well to steer clear of you, Bert. Really now,” Mary stifled a giggle behind an air of propriety. She managed the propriety, but lost to the giggling. “Can we help you in anyway?” “You’re fine. I was told I should speak to some of the residents, and I think this qualifies.” “Tha’ it does, tha’ it does. Ye moight wanna get yoursef a visit over to Andy in City ‘All.” Bert pointed the building with his walking cane. “Thanks for the advice, and sorry… again… really… sorry,” Vincent rubbed the back of his neck. “Write’er off, guv,” Bert reassured with a big grin. “Might we get your name?” “Oh! Vincent Myers. I just arrived.” “Well, it’s positively wonderful to have you here. One moment, please, I’d like to conduct a little experiment, if I may?” Mary asked as she pulled a measuring tape from out of her sleeve. “Not at all,” Vincent obliged, and stood still as the woman in white measured him from head to toe. He looked to her as she read the measurement off. “A bit pensive, but very determined. You should do just fine, and especially with the likes of the company we’ve seen wandering about. And do talk to us again, you’re certainly glad company, by any measure.” She tucked the measuring tape away in her sleeve, out of it again, she pulled a small notebook an a pen. How she'd fit both within her sleeve, along with the measuring tape, Vincent wasn't quite sure. She gave him no time to react. She signed something in the book, and handed the book off to Bert, who did the same. When Vincent received the notebook, it contained both of their names on the first page. That was when it hit him. "Oh! Signatures. Er, Autographs? Right, I'm supposed to collect those, thank you." "You're very welcome, dear Vincent." "We shoul' be off ina tick, ain' don' forgeht whats I told ye, abouh Andy ovah ah City 'All." "How could I forget about City All? I mean, City Hall. I mean... sorry, have a good time." Goodbyes were shared before Vincent headed off for the suggested building. Vincent was a casual artist. He had the ability to draw, but it was not something he practiced enough to be satisfied with. So when he met Andy Mason and he was shown the Drawing Room and a character to draw, he wasn’t quite sure what to do. He had the equipment in front of him, and the reference, but it was a task that made him ever so slightly uncomfortable. The old man had been supportive, yes, but how was he going to do this? The end result he presented to Andy earned a nod and a thumbs up, much to Vincent’s shock. “The face is very good, as well as the hair. The eyes are a tiny bit off, but eyes are important, being the windows to the soul. They are about as difficult as they are important, so the fact you’ve got them part of the way there is just fine. The shoulder could use a little work, but not bad for your first job here. You’ll get better, believe me. Practice, practice, practice.” Andy handed the sheet back to Vincent. “Just leave that on the desk, please. I’ll get you your money to your account.” The instructions had mentioned a banking system, but Vincent hadn’t looked into it yet. He made a note to look into it after he left. “Oh, and, Vincent, was it? I mentioned this to someone earlier, but this is important too. The world always needs more artists. Keep up the good work, and I hope to see you in here soon.” 75 Disney Dollars richer than when he’d started, Vincent found his way to Carl’s Pin Shop, checking the Info page for the suggestion. The bell above the door ringed as he walked in, carefully, and the old man behind the counter grumbled. “Great. Another one.” He was not quite as welcoming as the previous old man Vincent had met at City Hall. Keeping his spirit up, he silently prepared for anything difficult. “I’ll try to get out of your hair as soon as possible. Where are the prices?” When Carl pointed towards the display without a word, Vincent only had to take a quick glance to get the basic idea. “Three pins. That one, that one, and that one,” he pointed to pins he connected most to at first sight. He had eyes on getting them all, as a borne collectionist, but these would make a good start. He tapped into the control panel for the bank and made the transferal himself. “Done. We’re good. Have a nice day.” “Huh… a bit of a worry wart, I can tell… but at least this one knows what he’s doing,” Carl took a cheap shot at Saino behind Animeta’s back. “Yeah, yeah,” Carl did not return the glad wishes. The bell rang, Vincent left, and he was glad to, at that rate. Onto the next thing.
I've decided to join my own game! Maybe this'll help boost some traffic if it's really clearly shown how everything works, by example. *Name: Jon Sempers *Gender: Male *Age: 24 *Body Type/Build: Average height, lean, narrow-shouldered, but not bony. Long neck, long, dexterous fingers, long, thin legs. *Hair Color: Dark brown with flecks of blond *Eye Color: Brown *Skin Color: Light Olive *Sense of Style: Pastel-color, light-material, and clingy shirts, usually blue, with skinny jeans, usually gray, and brown *Trait: Collector *Player: Sebax Time Zone: Eastern Standard Time Your favorite Disney Animated Feature Film: Aladdin, Big Hero 6, Hercules, Alice in Wonderland, Lilo & Stitch Skype Handle: incharacter_94
With this in mind, I hope they kill Uncle Ben this time. You just never see that detail given much notice in any of the Spider films.
Username: Sebax Name: Kent Colobert Age at Death (Please be 10+): 50 Appearance (all must be human please): The first thing that came to mind, for a general mental image, was this guy: ♠ Cause of Death: Sudden Cardiac Arrest, while driving How Cause of Death affects the Afterlife: He falls flat if his temper goes up. He can't move, save for his arms and lips and face; it's as if he's glued to the floor. He can only get back up once he's sufficiently calmed down. Reason they are Anchored(which your character doesn't know yet, but YOU do): His family.
Every time I try to come up with a least favorite, I just take a deeper look and find something I like, or something redeemable. It really proves an impossible task. As I've been playing this series since I was seven years old, yes, there have been characters that I disliked for some time. I eventually grew to love them all. Call it foolish nostalgia or always being willing to learn about others I'm uncomfortable with at first. I have a grievance with Aqua's Voice Actress, however. There is deadpan, and there is totally lacking in Pathos. It made her character very hard to relate to, even though she was comprehensible and well-written.
I can see Tumblr now. Here's how I see this going down in my head: "Really? Given the line-up, I still have high hopes for this guy: I thought they were strongly considering performers of varying ethnic backgrounds."
Thank you, I neglected to follow the thread. I may just have that Old Time Announcer Voice you're looking for.
Was it mine? I know there's been glitches in the past, and I just wanted check.
Sign me up. If I have to audition, then so be it. I'm very flexible with my voice: For samples. I also sing in voices:
Happy day of the birthing.
So, tell us, Amethyst. How much do you like big guns and causing explosions? The psychotic glee you express after completing a level, mixed with the enthusiastic air-guitaring makes me wonder. You just mutilated semi-helpless men when it was their JOB to do what they were doing. And then you flexed that poor rope to death. Madame... you are a monster. No, but seriously, that was also worth a watch. The graphic at the begining was a nice touch. It adds your particular artistic touch and really brings the video together, like the Dude's rug. It's a beautiful union. Like Terry Crews and a very big weapon. That was another thing that really drew me into watching. Even though I'm not much of an Action movie guy, I loved the Expendables, and this video game really parodies the material while still kind of being true to it. So a good thing there to the developers. If you make more, please be sure to share it with us. This is great. Still very entertaining.
The thing is good. I enjoyed the thing. You did the thing amazingly. xD I really did enjoy it. You made it entertaining and even the struggles were worth watching. You obviously put work into making this actually as UNAWKWARD as possible, and, for that, I commend you. I actually watched a few times, because I was listening and watching the game footage, but then again, because the faces your making as you're playing is just as entertaining. I would actually like to see more. You're quite a showperson. P.S., loved the high note reaction. xD
Remember how in the original game, once you lost the Keyblade to Riku it stayed inaccessible until you fought him? I had either the Fairy Harp or the Wishing Star Keyblade last equipped before fighting him. I wished for a skip command then too. So... so many retries. And the dragon wasn't much easier for pre-preteen me. AND I had the strategy book.
Not really much you can do with Ursula besides trying to swim away when she unleshes the lightening, and trying to keep your distance when she...
You were certainly better equipped! Aeoraga was smart move, definitely. Well done.
Not even through the first bar of the Dragon's HP, and he's almost out of Magic. I cringed every time he healed whenever he took ONE hit. I cried. I couldn't watch after the first fail. It was too painful. Sins: Trying to glide away from the tracking flames when Guard works much better. He found the thorn platforms. Those are the best for blocking the flames. Plus, EXP! Walking into nearly every shockwave. Continuing to attack when he'll FALL INTO FIRE AFTER THE COMBO. Sorry. It works better to get Beast and Goofy, and just overburden them with all the Ethers and Potions you can nab. They'll attack better, and both party members are going to faint repeatedly anyway. It's pointless to use Donald. HEALING YOURSELF AFTER EVERY HIT! JUST.... WHYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYY!?!?!? WHO WERE YOU FIGHTING BEFORE THAT YOU WERE CONFIDENT IN HEALING SO FREQUENTLY, KILLADRONE?! WINNIE-THE-POOH!?!?!?!? Deep breaths. Deep. Breaths. Case in Point: Most if not all of us absolutely perished under the mighty dragon. If you ask me, it's really the first time the game doesn't reward you with just randomly smacking things with the Keyblade. Hook might have come before that. But the dragon was definitely a different monster, no pun intended.
My vote goes to Darkhorse D. And while I respect your opinion, I don't really think either suffered that much. I lost the track at one point, but I think I recovered alright. Unfortunately, yes, I probably would have re-recorded if I had the time. I do concede there. But I detected no such traces of a cold on your part, so, please, take that much. I'll agree. Not the best round. That mostly falls on participation, I'm afraid. I understand you are busy, Amythest; this is not aimed at you. I just wish there was more to the competition than D and me. xD Any takers out there?
One, small dog dashed passed Winter's ankles. Another dog, much larger, slugged behind, but passed Winter just the same. “We canna speak naw, sorry about tha'," Jock said with a heavy Scottish brogue as he furthered the distance. "Uhhh, she did ask us our names." Trusty looked from Jock to Winter and back. "I'm pretty showah we can at least o-blige her that much." "Oh, no! If you're in a hurry, please don't let me stop you," Winter spoke frantically. "Ack! Well... Ah'da feel bahd ifen Ah jest ignored ye..." Jock scoffed. He turned around to face Winter and was abrupt about his introduction. "Ah'm Jock." "An' I'm Trusty. A plesha, Ma'am." Winter's smile returned to her face. "It's very nice to meet you both, Jock and Trusty." She had been somewhat put off that her first real attempt at communicating had been improperly timed, but had been cheered up by the fact that they had taken time for her anyway. "Canawe help ye atall, lassie?" Jock asked. “We're in a bit effa hurry, but Ah think we cahn stop fer amenut.” "Jock's right, Ma'am. We do have to be gettin' awselves along, but...uhhh...but uhhh.... well, you know... it's mighty good to help someone out." He looked towards the sky. "It's just like mah granpappy Oooooooooooooooole Reliable yusta tell me... I don' recollect if I evah mentioned Ole Reliable-" "Ta me, ye have, laddie." Jock rolled his eyes. “Mure than uften.” Winter hadn't really had a reason for talking to them other than making their acquaintance, for which she now felt guilty. She certainly hadn't wanted to waste their time. She decided she would ask where they were going, as it seemed to her that getting information was at least better than bothering them for nothing at all. "Well, I really hate to bother you... but could you tell me where you're both headed off to in such a rush?" It suddenly occurred to Winter that someone might be in danger. Her manner changed slightly. "Did something happen?" She had a very serious look on her face, and she seemed prepared to fight at any moment. "Aye, Lassie." Jock hung his head low. "Our beloved benefactah and the Perk Manager Freddie Wiez 'as benakidnapped." Determination filled his face. "So, we're-a settin' off to go anna rescue'im." "Just the two of you? All by yourselves?" Winter was even more serious, and a bit concerned as well. "If that's what it takes, Miss Wintah, Ma'am." "But... I'm supposin' ye'll be lookin' fer wune ofathese, eh?" Jock pulled a autograph book from a satchel at his side. "Ah fergot te takeitaff, but ye can 'ave it." Jock got ready to put his paw-print inside. "Oh, no Mr. Jock." She hastily interrupted him from placing his paw in the book. "I already have one of those." She pulled out her autograph book as proof. "Ack! Mark me a fooell." Jock shook his head. "Well, let's see ih' then, lassie." Jock marked his paw-print in the newly provided book. Trusty followed in no particular rush. "Will that be all Miss Winter Ma'am?" "Umm... Well..." Winter shifted uncomfortably. "I don't think you should go alone." She said quietly. She wasn't really sure what she could say to deter them though. “She's uhhhhh... gotta point..." Trusty looked to Jock. “Was in such a rush mahself that I didn' kwai r'lize mahself.” "Aye. Maybe we shouldn' be agoin' oner own. It'satheir job, after ahll. Promise ta get Freddie back fer us though, lassie? 'E's a good mon, Freddie." "Yes Sir: I promise!" Winter nodded quickly. She was relieved she had prevented them from going into danger, though that's not to say she didn't understand the gravity of her promise. She would certainly do her best to bring back this Freddie person. The puppy looked up at Saino with a huff of relief. It didn't have the same device on its collar that Lady and Tramp had. A larger version of the spotted canine trotted from the square to pick Lucky up by the tuft of the neck.. Beside him, a lady dog looked to Saino with a look of appreciation. "Thank you for watching your step." She looked him over. "Oh, you're Saino! A pleasure to get the opportunity to meet you. I'm Perdita, this is my mate, Pongo,” A male dog waltzed up next her, “And you've had a run in with one of our many, many puppies." She giggled through the collar. Saino looked astonished at how Perdita knew his name. "Oh hi.. How do you know my name exactly?" he queried in an affable manner. "Haven't you heard? Everyone around this part of the park knows who you are. I don't know about anywhere else though... we've been somewhat stuck over here ever since the sink hole took the castle." Saino was taken back by what the Dalmatian were saying. He had no idea just how much of a figure he was in this place, and he just started working here too! Wait, hadn't Sally said something? "Oh...I'm sorry to hear about the sink hole. How'd it happen?" "It was a form of protest and a sheer show of power," Pongo said, followed in by by four more Dalmatian puppies other than Lucky. "The villains sank the castle into a pit, and, as I imagine you've heard, kidnapped the Park Manager." "Oh riiiiight. I remember now." Saino uttered in faint response, appearing to be somewhat of an airhead at the moment. "Who are the villains if you don't mind me asking? No one seems to be giving me a straight answer." "The villains are the ones from our own worlds who tried, at some point or another, to take over everything they could get their hands on. In our case, that would be...ugh... Cruella De Vil," Pongo cringed and spoke her name in disgust. "She tried to make coats out of our original fifteen puppies, and since the other ones she stole from around London did not have a home, we took in the remaining eighty-four of them." Perdita said as Cadpig sniffed at D'daear's costume, and Rolly started to nibble at it. "Rolly! No! That isn't food!" "Oooh. So there's more than one involved here....huh..." he uttered before realizing the puppies were advancing on him. Saino squatted as to be closer to the dogs. He chuckled a little as Rolly started nibbling at his shoes. "Got a lot of fight in you, huh?" he asked rhetorically. Not minding the puppies doing their thing, he looked back to Pongo and Perdita. "So you said there were more puppies? Where are they?" Perdita winced at the last question, so she tugged Rolly up by the scruff of the collar. He was a heavier one, so her neck craned some as she put him aside. "Oh no, he doesn't have much more fight in him than any other puppy. We're quite proud of him and love him just the same, it's just he has quite an appetite." Rolly yipped in protest. "No, Rolly, it isn't time for supper," Perdita replied. Pongo took up the task of answering the daunting question about the puppies. "Cruella has them..." Eyes widened in the silence that soon followed after Pongo spoke, causing Saino's mandible to tense. The tall goofball was shocked at the unexpected reality. After hearing their story about Cruella de Vil, it was no wonder Pongo's tone of voice had shifted. Looking down, bangs masked the young man's expression as it cast a shadow over brows and eyes. It must be hard to lose someone you care about; although he wouldn't know. However, seeing how gentle and sweet the folks at the park had been... this could not be left alone. It was a theme park that was supposed to bring happiness, and a sense of togetherness with the people who resided in it. So this for a fact was just wrong. Saino raised to full height, still looking down. Inhaling deeply, a nice sigh escaped the youth before he revealed himself again. A strong caring smile took form where lips stretched. One of sympathy, really. "Then I guess we're just going to have to free them, won't we?" he spoke, doing his best to bring the good mood. Outstretching his arm forward, his hands curled to a fist. "I promise, we'll save the puppies. Just stir me in the right direction, and I'll gather my co-workers. " “It'll be closer to Frontierland, but don't worry. I'm sure you'll get there in no time. It's a bit more... dangerous in that part of the park.” asked Pongo. “Thank you though. Is there anything we can offer you in the meantime?” Saino looked at Pongo, and remembered. Placing a hand into his jacket, he took out a small notebook. Fingers flipped through the pages until it found an empty page. "Here we go. If you could just sign my notebook please. I've been doing this with everyone I meet!" he said, laying the book open in front of the pack. "Oh! By all means, spot on." Pongo went about the business of filling out a page of Saino's autograph book. "And I imagine one of these would also be useful?" asked Perdita, as Lucky wandered up to Saino with a small pin in his mouth. Saino crouched low to take the pin from Lucky's small mouth, thanking the puppy in the process. "Thanks!" he spoke while rising. After putting on the pin, he also took the notebook from Pongo, once again thanking the group. "Good luck, Saino,"offered Perdita. "That's right. And please... try to be safe," add Pongo. Saino nodded and gave the Dalmatian family a wave good bye as he went on his way. Destination: The main entrance to regroup with comrades if possible. Interrogating Freddie Wiez Below the Magic Kingdom, far towards Frontierland, a witch cast a cold glare at a man behind bars. She was tall, thin, and had green skin and black robes. She carried a black staff with a green crystal at the paramount. Her cold glare stretched into a wicked smile. “My dear Frederick. You just couldn't be bothered to listen to us, could you?” The man in the cage smiled back. Not out of spite. The smile on his portly face was of the most congenial nature. Dressed in a fine, powder blue suit, he stood tall in the face of adversity. “I listened, my dear. I also had an entire park to accommodate. I am afraid I could not quite bow to all the wishes, when they contradicted with the safety of everyone else.” “Woa, hey, listen up, Freddie, ya gotta minute? Can I call ya Freddie? I don't think we were making too big a deal of anything.” A man with gray skin and a live blue fire atop his head intervened. “Mitch just didn't put us in charge. That's all we want. A little rule over all creation-type...deal.” “Yes, and, for understandable reasons, that didn't happen. This is a place of dreams. While dreams can be dark and, in their own way, fun, your ruling would make this place a nightmare. Dreams would not be able to grow.” “Sure they would, babe. Our dreams would grow. That's kinda the point, ya ever-lovin' ham.” “It's awfully dark down here, do you think you could turn up the lights?” “Don't try and change the subject, half-ton,” The gray-skinned man beside the green lady made a cheap shot at Freddie's weight. “You know what we want.” “Do I?” Freddie asked with an innocent smirk. “Yeah... ya do. And I know just the fellas who're gonna help squeeze it outtaya, ya feel me?.” He snapped his fingers. “Pain! Panic! Enchant our guest, will ya? He's bein' ehhhh, a little stubborn for my tastes. Oh, and, if you don't mind, I'll just be dimming the lights a little before we go, is that alright, there, Freddie? Ole pal? Chum? Huh? Thanks, you're a doll. Adios, Fred-o.” The evil pair left while two imps chuckled mischievously to themselves. In little to no time, Freddie was calling out for help that just wasn't around.
I-inclusion. ;~; Thank you! Hello! I am half of these people.
