Xigbar sighed. "Figures," he said. He got out his guns, put them together, and fired off a big shot that knocked the now-unconcious axel into a large green pool of god-knows-what. He then walked over and threw what was left of the ipod in there as well. "Ready to pay attention?"
Xigbar shot Axel's ipod, then teleported in above him. He hung in midair, with his face close to axel's. "I think you should probably try to focus on the matter at hand, instead of listening to cheesy dance music." Xigbar then teleported back to where he was before.
Even if it was in the U.S. We wouldn't be able to do anything about it because it's a private business. Of course, there is always the option of eliminating the need for places like this...
OOC: we could just go and get him. it would be easier. "Cool. Looks like it's my turn." Xigbar's guns floated around him and let loose multiple flurries of arrows and teleported around the huge heartless in the air as it flailed at him impotently. By the time Xigbar actually had to reload, the poor thing was barely standing. Xigbar teleported next to it's head and lightly flicked it , grinning as it toppled over- knocking down a ridiculously big chair- and disappeared. Xigbar grabbed the deceased heartless's card and continued talking as if nothing had happened. "Then what's to be done about it?"
If xigbar could have feelings, he would have been surprised, maybe even shocked. But he was a nobody. So, he just cocked his head to the side, casually looked a Xigbar and said "Nice." Xigbar looked at Zexion and Luxord. "I'll assume you're both aware of the situation at hand?"
Xigbar flew up into the air and let loose a barrage of ammunition. He was far too strong to be downed by pathetic creatures like these. Within seconds, they were all gone. Xigbar landed softly on the tabletop. There, he was able to get a much better view of the bizarre room. There seemed to be one door besides the one he had ocme out of. It's doorknob was sleeping. Xigbar floated down to it. He tried turning the doorknob slightly. It awoke with a pained groan. "What do you want?" it asked. "I want to get through." "Well, all you had to do was ask", the doorknob said as it turned itself and opened. Xigbar stepped into the doorway. "Thanks", he said on his way out.
Tabris slunk into the shadows, waiting for the hunter to walk into the trap. He was going to enjoy this. He hadn't had the opportunity to actually enjoy himself in a while, what with the constant attempts on his life. Now, he found himself actually enjoying hunting with selene. IT's amazing what companionship can do for you. Tabris looked at Selene and looked briefly in the direction of the hunter and then back at selene, as if to say "Ladies first."
Designated Room #2- Dementia Zone Xigbar pushed himself to his feet and looked around. On one of the massive polygons, he spotted a door. That's when he looked around and realized that there was a door on most of the polygons. Xigbar went to the one he had seen first and walked through it. Designated room # 666- 100 acre wood Xigbar walked through the door and had to make an honest effort not to have a seizure. It was so colorful, so vast. Xigbar walked along a path leading directly forward, hoping he could get out of here soon. Eventually , he came to a door. he was not one hundred feet from the door before a large orange creature with black stripes bounced in front of him. "HOO-HOO-HOO-HOO!" It cried. "Want to have a bouncing contest with me?" Xigbar just stared at him awkwardly for a moment, then replied slowly, "...no..." and walked away. He opened the door and went through. Designated room #67- wonderland Xigbar walked through the door and immediately realized that he was far too small to do anything productive. the table was approximately thirty times his height, as was everything else in the room. To make matters worse, a cadre of heartless had noticed him and immediately attacked him. "It's about time something interesting happened", said Xigbar with a grin as his gun arrows appeared in his hands. He was itching to kill something after thta last world he had been in.
Neon genesis Evangelion has to be my pick. Wolf's rain's pretty far up there, too.
Tabris perks his ears up and hears footsteps approaching. "I think he's catching up. We'd better get ready."
Rexalneda- The anagram of my full first name. See if you can guess my real name.
Designated room 2- Dementia zone Xigbar awoke to find that he was floating upside- down in a vast chamber filled with floating polygons. Not that this was a problem for Xigbar. His element was space, and he could defy the laws of gravity as he wished. On the polygon next to him, someone appeared and walked towards him. XIgbar turned to look into one golden eye, since the other one appeard to be covered by a large red bandage. "Hello, Braig," DiZ said. "Or should i call you Xigbar, now that you're a Nobody?" "Well, well," crooned Xigbar. "If it isn't the old man. Long time, no see." And with that, Xigbar launched himself towards DiZ. DiZ quickly jumped to another polygon. "Oh please, you'll have to do better than that." Xigbar teleported behind DiZ (after all, it was part of his powers). Grinning the way a fox would if it was about to kill a chicken, Xigbar delivered a kick to his former masters head. However, instead of connecting with meat and bone, his foot moved through a hologram, which quickly disappeared in a flash and zeroes and ones. Xigbar cursed as another hologram appeared behind him and grabed him by the throat. Xigbar struggled in pain as DiZ exlained what was going on. He even struggled when the collar appeared around his neck. When he was done, DiZ threw him down to the polygon he had appeared on. "Good luck", said DiZ mockingly. "Stupid old man," Xigbar snarled. "I'm gonna KILL you when this is done." And with that, DiZ dissappeared. OOC: Can we summon our respective weapons? or do we have to use what's in the bag?
Mr. Wheeler stifled a cough that sounded vaguely like the word "suck-up". fished in his pockets and pulled out a twenty dollar bill. He handed it to saule. "This enough?"
The government has nothing to do with this issue. Sadly, this is run by a private business. And as sickening and horrifying as this crazy place is, they have the right to do it. The government can't really do anything about it because it is an independent entity.
Mr. Wheeler stifled a laugh, and a few seconds later he realized that Saule was actually serious. "Ok", Mr. Wheeler said. He drove for a while before he looked at saule and said, "Oh, and by the way, we both know that media is crazy." That's about when they arrived at the restaraunt. "SO what's your plan? Kill a cashier and steal his clothing? or somehting else?"
"That she did. After all, the whole purpose of this meeting is to be civil. It's not exactly civil to kill another god in front of everyone. And even if they changed their minds, you know for a fact that it would take a good portion of the oil gods to make a match for media. After all, she needs people to help set up. That's why i'm going so early."
That is the risk people run when sending their kid to a place like tranquility bay. And that is exactly why it should stop. This "Jay Kay" guy sounds absolutely nuts. Who would honestly even think of making a place like this, let alone sending your children there? EDIT: I've just found my answer. Ken Kay, the father of Jay Kay, is currently the president of Wwasp. \ Here's the link: http://www.isaccorp.org/wwasps.asp
"Surreal? My friend, we are gods. Reality doesn't exist. I would say just about anything is possible for us." Mr. Wheeler looked at saule and grinned as his car headed towards Hollywood. "Now then, to the point. I'm headed towards the meeting, and the boss told me to bring you along. IT would be advisable to come and do as she says. After all, the meeting will probably prove to be interesting." Mr. Wheeler grinned at his unwilling guest.
What good could something like this possibly do? If the only way to cure children who are THAT bad is sending them to a place like this, you might as well let them get in trouble with th police. Anyone who would seriously consider sending their kid here is in many ways as bad as the child they are trying to cure. I understand that the phrase "Spare the rod, spoil the child" may still have some signifigance, but lying on your face for 24 hours straight is just ridiculous.
Killer Queen- Queen
