Well, once you get the time, don't under estimate the power of a PM. I think your absence has caused a lot of people to lose interest. And I'd...
Do you even have any desire to keep that RP of yours going?
1. This RP is virtually DEAD. 2. If it is to a maintain its life, we're going to need more people to attend Twilight Town High School.
If I were you I'd send out PMs to the people signed up to let them know. Also, add me in as Larxene as well.
So, is this even gonna go anywhere?
And explaining how they would tame the heartless to work with them would be the logical thing to do.
I say, nay. This cannot happen, mainly because the way it's presented leaves no connections to anything, nor does it explain what the temples are for, or how it is that Xemnas could have returned. You really need to go more in depth with your storylines.
Kind of weird though.
Then probably isn't me. I've yet to be called by that name, unless it's been behind my back.
Just haven't seen him in a while. The friend you say I look like, is his name Chris, by any chance?
For my name, no. But I used to know someone by that name.
So are you sure that I'm not this friend of yours?
Your comment on my pic @ the guild.
You so sure I'm NOT someone you know?
The old key to the storage room crunched into the hole, being a little more stubborn than it usually was. Over the summer, even, the key had been well enough off that Iyke could simply place it in, and turn it. But the years of rust had now gotten to the old girl, and he was forced to jam it into the keyhole, and turn with full arm, rather than just a simply wrist turning. This seemed to have been enough to resolve the issue, as when he removed the key from the door, it slid out perfectly, and smoothly. Luckily, the door was still in prime condition, and openned without much force. Openning inward, the storage room came into his vision, the lights of the room flickering on as the motion of the door was caught by the sensors. Walls upon walls of shelves, closests, and cabinets housing the various instruments of the school Marching band. Everything in the room was organized down to the most minor detail. For example saxaphones were stored with other saxaphones, spearated by whether they were alto, tenor, baritone, or others, used depending on the arrangements' demands for instrumentation (mostly, they used altos and tenors). Of course, as a drummer, Iyke's only concern was the drum closet, a twelve by ten foot cage at the back of the room, where the drums were kept, both the ones in use, and the spares. This cage worked on a combination lock, rather than a key, as the drumline had been prone to a horrendous track record of losing the keys assigned to them. But fortunately, they could easily memorize their combination locks in a pinch. Iyke was no differnet. His hands quickly spun the combination to the lock out, and it came undone, opening into the cage, where the spot for his snare lay to his right, just inside of the entrance into the cage. "Well, here you go girl. I'll see ya in the afternoon, if the others don't kill me first," he said as he replaced the drum into its spot, and hung the harness up upon a bar spanning along the cieling. As he finished this, he heard the a sound was reminiscent of church bells, sounding from within the hallways: The first warning bell to get to homeroom. Seeing as he had to get across to the other side of the school to get to homeroom, he locked up quickly, and in a little less smooth a manner, leaving the the storage room unlocked, though closed. At least the drums are locked up, he thought as he sprinted down the hall.
Zhyriad winced threateningly at his minion, staring him down as though attempting to bore into his head, and thoughts. "Surely, Xignias, you know better than to suspect that the allegiance of an Academy student would not be so easily gained. And surely you must know by now that I would never seek to aligne myself with anyone of a power such as hers. No. We will not be drawing her into our ranks, as we've attempted with those many others over the passed few years. But we will be working her own power against her reputation. It all comes down to.... Anger."
Keyblade Academy on the guild is getting a rejump-start.
I know I'm transcending my authority here, but the bolded sections are powerplaying. You're not listed as being in control of Hayner, and have no business determining his actions.
That, and I've started to fall out of the desire to do KH based RPs (unless they've got a fair amount of originality).
Yeah, that's pretty much what it comes down to. Partly, it's because of the one line posts, though it's clear that there are people who are trying...
