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OOC: I don't know. I am running out of stuff until some more people get on.

In response to your last statement: Same here. I just wish they would admit they like each other and kiss already.

Great updates. Just one thing bothers me. It is about Sephiroth. Look at what my sig says. You make it sound like he is right-handed.

OOC: Holy S*** Soranspartanti! Your post makes all mine look weak and pathetic. Sorry for the spam here guys. Had to get this out.

I just read the latest chapter of InuYasha. See DPWolf's description of it. That sums it all up.

Spoilers in White: F*** you Naraku

Zidane was blinded by the dazziling light. He squinted to see beyond it but there was nothing. Suddenly, he felt someone push him foward. He stumbled and the last thing he heard was a lady say: "I think you might have overdone it Squall."

Zidane plumitted to the ground. There was a cocoon of light surrounding him. He was going faster and faster toward the earth. He closed his eyes in anticipation. He waited for the bone-shattering crunch. He opened one eye. Somehow he had landed on his feet like a feather. He looked around. He saw a perfect sunset on a beach. He saw some kids playing some sort of water sport. Zidane sighed and dragged the Gunblade's tip in the dirt. Some dust floated up as he walked. He placed his right hand in his pocket and felt a rectangular box. He smiled. It was his contact box. He could wear them but he prefered his glasses. He was close enough to two boys to hear them converse with each other. The darker skinned of the two had somewhat of an accent. He sounded like he lived near water his whole life and was raised like a surfer. The other boy just nodded and smiled. His jeans were cut off at one knee. Zidane walked past them and toward the beach.

Sorry if my opinions suck but all my stuff cones from Game Informer and sometimes X-Play.

From what I heard Kane and Lynch (correct me if I am wrong) has the worst A.I. ever. They don't even hide. They just stand there and shoot at you.

I heard Resistance: Fall of Man had intelligent A.I. Though I don't know for myself.

(OOC: The time in my character's world is diffrent from everyone elses by about a few weeks. Just a heads up. This one might be long.)

Zidane was sitting on his bed. A few mopnths had passed since he had gotten the Red Wings packet. He had met the leader, someone called Cid. He seemed to be nice to Zidane and the other cadets. Zidane had learned a great may things like how their world was connected to others by passage ways and a boy with a "keyblade" went from world to world helping them out. He also learned about these things called "Heartless" and "Nobodies" went destroying worlds. The reason for Red Wing is to assist the boy in defeating the Heartless and Nobodies. But they had to do months of training to prepare. Cid and the Red
Wings had somehow made a sheild around the planet.

Troops, one of you will be sent to help this kid, Sora. I will personally choose who goes. The rest will stay here and ward off the invaders.

Zidane got up and walked down to the library in the monistary. He hand passed over the old textbooks from the ages. He heard a sound at the other end of the library. Some fat black human shaped masses wearing red were standing near each other. On their chests were an insignia shaped like a heart. They saw Zidane and pointed at him. one took a lumberting step toward him and inhaled. The thing then slapped its belly and a fireball shot out of its mouth, heading straight for Zidane. Zidane jumped out of the way. "What the heck is that thing? It can't be a heartless, can it?" Zidane said to himself. Then smoke drifted into his nostrils and he peeked around the coner of the bookcase he was hidding behind. Three bookcases were on fire and a fourth was broken into splinters. The Heartless were scratching their heads, wondering what to do next. Zidane snuck over to the open door. When he stepped on the bottom stair, it made a loud creak. The Heartless turned and started to inhale. Zidane took off without a second glance.

Zidane ran out of the monistary and out into the ending blizzard. No one else was outside. The entire place was on fire. Smoke was starting to fill the sky. Zidane looked through the smoke and saw someone coming outside. Another type of Heartless had appeared. It had yellow armor and a bouncing lance. They also had a Heartless sign on them. More of these Heartless came out of the doorway. Zidane ran off and they saw him and chased after him. Zidane was faster but he was slowed down by the snow, which was three feet deep. The Heartless then used a weird attack where they flew around and around, ending with them smashing into the ground. One had passed Zidane and it looked him in the eye. The lance had just cut Zidane's cheek. Zidane stopped short and the Heartless finished it attack a few feet in front of him. Zidane turned and ran til he found the highway. The Heartless chased him into the street. Zidane stopped and stared as an eighteen wheeler slammed on his brakes and sharply turned the wheel to miss the teenager. The truck tipped over and the last thing Zidane saw before blackness was a huge white wall and some sparks. He didn't even have time to scream.


Zidane woke up with a jolt. He felt his chest to see if he was alright. "Where am I?" He asked aloud. He seemed to be in a metal room with pods ligned along the wall to the right. A brown headed man was facing Zidane. He had a scar running from above his right eye, across his nose and under his left eye. In his hand was a weird-looking sword. Near the handle was a thing like the cylinder of a revolver. The man tossed the sword to Zidane. Zidane caught it. A voice in his head said a single word: "Gunblade."

"Umm thanks sir." Zidane muttered. He looked at the chain on the end. It looked like a lion's head. Before his very eyes, it chained to something that looked like a wing. The color changed from silver to crimson. Zidane looked up at the man, but he was gone. Zidane walked to where the man was. To his left there was a door. He walked up to it and looked for a handle. He didn't see one. Then a foolish thought entered his head. He placed his left hand on the door and the door slid upward. There was a flash of light and Zidane covered his eyes.

Why didn't Donald share the ice cream bar with anyone? Why didn't they shrink Donald's head in the last cutscene (His eye was as big as Sora's entire head)

Zidane stood up. He gently walked toward the only door. He slipped out and locked the door behind him. He walked in a brisk pace, relizing the monistary closed in an hour and wouldn't let anyone in. He started to run at that point. When he got to the stair well, he hopped up onto the hand rail and slid down. As soon as his feet got to the bottom, he started to run again. He burst through the back door and was met with a gust of snow in his face. He wrapped the scarf even tighter around him and continued. He jogged now, dodging passerbyers. He slipped into a back and continued on. He looked at his watch, noticing that he had 7 minutes. When he came to the end of the alley, he quickly turned right. Unfortunately, there was a patch of ice and he slipped, his glasses flying off his face and landing not far away. He got down on all fours and searched for them. People were still walking by and dodged the frantic teenager. Suddenly Zidane heard a loud Smash! He heard glass hitting the sidewalk. Someone had stepped on his glasses. Zidane sighed and stood up. He decided it was better to continue on to the monistary. The monks had another pair of glasses for him there. He ran off. Now everything was a blur. Zidane wasn't worried. He had gone this route many times. He knew like the back of his hand.


Zidane was in the outskirts of the town. He saw a big, black blur looming in front of him. He started to smile. He made it with 3 minutes to spare. He walked silently inside and took the first door to his left. It led to a stairwell leading up and down. He walked up the stairs, counting the floors so he wouldn't end up on the wrong floor. At the fourth floor, he stopped and felt his person. He still had the lexicon but he couldn't find the key. "Where is it?" he muttered to himself. He searched for a minute, not finding it. "I lost it, man." Suddenly he remembered where he put it. He pulled off his right shoe and resting in it was the key. He quickly unlocked the door and sneaked in. He grabbed a candle and lit it. The shadows danced across the walls as he walked. He walked down the corridor and turned left. He walked down three doors. He looked at the door number "912." He opened up the door and slipped in. He closed the door and blew out the candle.

The Next Day

Zidane was in his school uniform. The prinicpal was making a long, mundane speach. It wouldn't have been bad, but he always spoke in an unwavering monotone.

"This will allow the smarter students to achieve more knowledge..."

"That just means the rich, snobby kids get all of it." Zidane muttered to himself.

"So we will be picking 4 kids from each class. Two males and two females. After training and a final test, only one boy and one girl from each class will continue."

Zidane sighed. He waited til the speach was over and went to his classroom. As always he was the first one there. He sat down and waited for the rest of the class to enter. The kids started to seep in in ones and twos. Finally the entire class was there and the teacher was starting the math portion of the day. Zidane quickly wrote what was on the board. When the teacher had finished, she walked over to her desk and sat down. Everyone was working on the twelve problems on the board. Zidane rushed through the math, making sure his answers were right, and turned it in to the teacher. She smiled and handed him a closed packet. He bowed in repect and walked back to his seat, wondering what the packet was about. He looked at the front...

Red Wings
The group breaking all frontiers. ​

Zidane opened up the packed and a red badge fell out onto his lap. He smiled.Maybe this school isn't so bad after all.he thougt to himself.
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So we can get our weapons now?

It was a dark and wintery night. A blizzard had just started around the metropolis area. Zidane looked down from his perch. He could see most of the city from it. Out of his backpack, he pulled out a lexicon and started to read. "Xenial - the influence or effect of pollen on a structure other than the embryo, as the seed or fruit. " Little white snow flurries started to land on the old, moth-eaten pages. Zidane closed the book and sighed. "I probably need to go back now." He didn't move. He just tilted his head towards the sky and closed his eyes.

Name- Zidane Strife
Age- 16
Weapon(later on they will get this)- gunblade
Personality- QuietAppearance-
Demo post(required of everyone)-
Zidane stood at the back of the group, pondering what the two class idiots were going to do today. "Probably try to get me in trouble. As always." Zidane made a little smirk. He reached into his desk and pulled out a lexicon. He flipped it open. He kept reading, not noticing that a student had gotten up from his seat. The other boy moved quietly to Zidane's desk. Zidane looked up. "What do you want?" he asked, not really caring for an answer.
World- Esthar
History- he grew up in a monistary and knows that his parents are alive but don't care about him
Other- Weakness: hot girls
Played By- TDGW

Light doesn't conquers

That might be true but still... I hate HSM. And the sad thing is, I don't know why... I think I might be starting to like it. Someone slap me. :sparta:

In the english FFVII, it is Aeris, but it does translate to Aerith. So in Advent Children and Kingdom Hearts, it is Aerith.

As long as they don't make High School Musical 4.

Speak well, you must before starting an RP of Star Wars. Create your own lightsaber and learn about the force, young Padawan. Helps also, Wookiepedia does. (It actually exists)