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I do agree with miles but, considering the situation he could have found a nicer way to say it. Not that I'm dissing him or anything. It's just that the words may come off harsher than need be.

Again I point out that I barely knew april fools day existed. This is also the first time I've been online during that day. I believe I pointed out already that I know i'm pathetic.

just sayin'

Plus; I wasn't really crying over it, I knew it might be fake. But I HOPED it wasn't it.

Steel felt detached from his body. But that didn't worry him; at least not as much as the disorganized surroundings of his room back at the castle. "Wow, that shelf was supposed to be in the corner blocking the secret entrance.... Who has been in my room?" That was the only complaint he had since nothing else was in his room, but it was extremely abnormal...... at least for him. He hit the intercom button and said "Alice, can you get Tyson, Aura, and the Professor down to my room?" A shocked female voice replied: "Sir? You're here?" "Not for long." he replied

I'm thinking Leon maybe, but I wan to wait until you get back online to discuss it with you.

("Wow! That's good eating!")< like that?

Update: Okay Zexion. He is cool, and honestly my favorite organization member. Thanks for discussing it with me.

Crying helps me.... I mean that by the way. But seriously, If you need someone to talk to Llave and I are here, and I'll pray for you. Also, If i'm saying anything that offends you personally, please let me know.

This is fun. :) (and now it's time for a smilie attack.) :):):):):):):):):(:):):):):):):):):):):):):):):):):):):):):):):):):):):):):):):):):):):):):):):):):):):(:):):):):):):):):):):):):):):):):)​

You're serious? they really are flipped to you?
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April Fools (Didn't take much to figure that one out though, huh?) :)

it was kinda a lame joke.... reminds me of the other day when I told someone online that The internet is where I seem to post all my bad jokes...... great luck, huh?

Will spend 1 point on Dexterity and 2 on stamina Buying a Hi-potion, equipping it and my ether.

Please and Thank you.

To be honest, We hardly ever do April fools at my house... So yeah I was a little skeptical... but I seriously didn't think anyone was cruel enough to joke about such a thing, even on April 1st... I'm sorry but.... This was heartbreaking for me.... but of course now everyone is going to tell me to suck it up. don't worry, I know I'm pathetic, but hope is not something I will let go of so easily. Also, just now got online, never been on during April 1st; great April fools trick to flip all the avatars.

As long as they stick with goodness and kindness and don't throw anything horribly immoral into the mix, I will continue to play KH.

Thank you very much.

I used to feel that way, but you know what? I didn't do it, and now I have a social life... which i didn't have before, cause I felt like everyone hated me. Seriously though, I think If you keep pushing forward you will find a reason to live, I used to be an extremely depressed person, but it didn't last. Now I feel like I need to support people when i see them in the dumps, even if i don't always do that well. I'm not perfect, but that just gives me a reason to gloat. God's still working on me. People who think that they're the best, and never once care about others, continuously putting them down, don't usually get that all they're doing is downgrading themselves to almost universally disliked lowlifes, and even if they don't care it's going to catch up to them. Don't be sad I'll talk to you whenever you need me! (Not counting when I'm at school. Yes i'm a policy keeping little teachers pet.) The people who push others away, and tear them down, lose the chance to expand their world through the eye's of a person who may see it better. (Yes, TWEWY) but anyway, I hope you really think about what I have said. Feel better soon!

When you say "add a poll" do you mean we can change an existing poll we already made? It's not really like it matters cause the poll I want to change is on a thread that no one post on anymore. I just felt like when I made it, I stated the question wrong and would like to know for future reference.

Hello everyone; I'm having trouble writing fast during school weeks, but I guess none of us have as much time as we want, huh? So anyway, I finally finished Chapter 2; so here you go:​

Chapter 2
Rain​

Clair was woken up by the trickle of light that seeped in through the window. She opened her eyes to see the surroundings of her new room in the girl’s dorm. She could hear the rain, and knew somehow it had been going since 2:00 a.m. She crawled out of bed and began to prepare herself for school. It was only five, so she didn’t have to worry about being late. As she brushed her hair, she tried to think of the dream she knew she had last night. However, every detail eluded her, other than a strange voice and the shining moon. She was troubled by this, as she felt the dream must have been important.

She grabbed her backpack and left the room. As she walked down the hall, she could smell breakfast cooking downstairs; Eggs and bacon with French toast. But she wondered who had done the cooking. When she reached the bottom floor, she saw that it was Alice. She was just putting some eggs on a plate; noticing Clair, she smiled and said; “Oh good, you’re awake. I was just about to go get you.” She walked over to a nearby table and set down the plate. “Breakfast is ready!” She said cheerfully. Clair couldn’t help but smile. It seemed to her that Alice was the kind of person who did anything she could to support others. The two of them sat down, and began to eat.

“So how did you sleep?” Alice asked. Clair was not sure how to answer her; she felt well rested, but also like she was forgetting something, something from her dream. It was something that continued to bother her. She decided to think about it more thoroughly before telling anyone about it.

“Good.” Clair said aloud. She felt somewhat bad about holding back, but she couldn’t even remember the dream.

“Since we have time, I hoped to show you around town a bit, if that’s okay.” The look on her face was hopeful, and Clair thought it would be rude not to accept.

She took a bite out of her Bacon, enjoying the succulent flavor crunchy texture. She swallowed, and then accepted Alice’s offer with a polite; “Yes, Please.” This answer gave Alice great joy, and she excitedly rushed through her breakfast. It was not exactly as though she were had become hyperactive, but she was still joyful. Clair noticed that despite how cheerful she seemed to be, she wasn't actually overly expressive; nor did she seem in any as though she was going to have a true outburst of sudden emotion. She had a gentle air about her. She put her thoughts aside. “What’s got you so excited?” She asked Alice smiled.

“It’s a surprise.” She said.
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As Clair and Alice left the dorm, the rain seemed to soften. “He must be feeling better today…” Alice whispered to herself.

“What?” Clair asked, confused by the statement.

“Oh, never mind.” Alice said quickly. “Let’s go.” She bounded down the stairs, and began walking towards the center of town. Clair quickly ran to catch up, wondering who Alice had been referring to. She caught up as Alice was coming to the corner. She slowed to a walk as Alice had. Clair observed her surroundings; they weren't much different from yesterday. There was a light rain with heavy fog in the distance, thunder rumbled in the cloudy skies.

“Does it always rain here?” Clair asked. Alice smiled.

“Almost all the time, yes. Everyone likes the weather this way though. It’s great for various Economical reasons, and it feels nice. Clair thought about the greenhouses she had seen; they had been filled with fruits and plants that she was told grew well with large amounts of water and little to no sunlight. She thought the plants sounded like algae, but they looked beautiful; they were colorful with many different shapes and sizes. The plants looked just as versatile as what a person would see in an everyday garden.

“We’re going to the park, first. You've been over there right? There’s something…” Alice paused, apparently trying to come up with the proper word. “Special, there.” She made a left turn and crossed the street; they were already at the park. Clair didn't remember the walk being so short; she was sure it was at least ten minutes. They hadn't even walked for five.

As they walked toward the nearest gazebo they saw a figure standing underneath it. It was a boy around their age. He wore a red t-shirt with a blue treble clef on the front, jeans, white tennis shoes, and a white hoodie jacket with various pockets. He had large Red and White noise cancelling head phones around his neck. At first she thought it might have been the boy yesterday; but it didn't seem like clothes he would wear. As they drew closer, she saw the boy had white hair. “Tyson!” Alice exclaimed. “What are you doing out here?” She asked as she went beneath the gazebo.

The boy, Tyson, Turned his head towards Alice. When Clair saw his eyes, she was surprised; they were blood red, and he had a light scar running vertically over from his forehead to his chin over his left eye. He gave Alice a shrug, and Clair saw that he wore black finger-less gloves. “The Rain was singing,” he said. “But now it’s stopped.” He turned his gaze back out towards the horizon. But that’s not why you’re here, right?

Alice turned her gaze downward. “I’m showing her…” Alice seemed to pause, if only briefly, in the gentle rain. “…The statue.” She finished. Tyson smiled in response.

“I thought you might be. You are quite interested in it after all.” The mention of a statue had peeked Clair’s curiosity, and the two of them seemed to speak of it as if it were extremely important.

“What statue?” She asked them. They both turned her way. Tyson responded first.

“It is the symbol of a legend that has been told in this town for many years. It is vague, and many have tried to further research its secrets; Alice seems quite hopeful about aiding such research.” Tyson shrugged. “No telling what her brother thinks though.” He raised his index finger to his forehead and began tapping. “No offense to him, but he can be… unpredictable.”

Alice brought about no argument of any kind; she just smiled and told Clair to follow her. Needless to say, this made Clair wonder about exactly what kind of a person Leonidas was. Tyson walked alongside her, as they left the gazebo and went further in to the park. There was a small silence as they walked through the wet grass. The cool morning air around them smelled of the freshly sodden ground beneath their feet; a smell Clair thought of as refreshing.
[PARAGRAPH]She decided to take the time of their walk to think, as the lack of conversation between her companions provided an excellent opportunity to mull over the events of the morning. She wondered about things such as what her dream had been about, who Alice had meant when she said “He must be feeling better.”, and if Leonidas was “unpredictable” or “insane”. But a new question soon entered her mind as they traversed the rainy meadow; why did Tyson seem so familiar? She noticed as they walked that something about him seemed Reminiscent of someone else, but she couldn't quite place who. Did it have something to do with her dream?

Alice was also worthy of consideration. She seemed kind enough, but her clothing suggested she was the sort who could be dark. She also had readily appeared to guide her in her new hometown, but why? Perhaps she just wanted to make friends but Clair couldn't help but try and read farther into it. They walked for at least eight minutes in absolute silence; each analyzing the positions of each other.

[SIZE=3]They soon passed through a small pathway lined by trees. On the other side was a small clearing which had been kept neat and clear of weeds of any kind. In the middle of the clearing, a stone base was surrounded by roses, which were clearly tended regularly to prevent over hydration. On top of the base was the statue. The mere sight of it shock Clair, bringing forth a single image into her mind. “ I've seen this before.” She thought to herself. For in front of her was a statue of a large wolf. Its front left leg was covered with feathers and wrapped around his back right leg, was a chain.[/SIZE]
“This is Steel.” Tyson said as they approached the statue. “He is the spirit of the rain, For it is said that long ago, when the world was in absolute chaos, he rose from the waters to battle the evil; an evil whose name has been lost throughout the ages.”
[SIZE=3]“Drama Queen.” Alice interrupted. “Sorry he’s making it sound like some kind of Medieval Legend about some god. In reality, what we know about Steel is that he was a normal being; he didn't have any special super powers and he didn't fight the evil of his own free will. Everyone was afraid of this thing, whatever it was. It happened when the evil attacked his family; the details are little sketchy, but basically Steel was sealed away into the sky while saving the world. Alice looked down at the ground. “They say that the rain is really him crying; separated from the ones he loved.”[/SIZE]
Alice stared at the ground for a long time. Now Clair understood her phrase. Alice believed in this story; of course, Clair was starting to think that she might believe it too. Alice raised her head and spoke. “Of course most of this is just thrown together from a book that was found near town a long time ago. Very little has studied; the parts we know were written in Greek, Latin, and Japanese. We don’t know what language the rest is in. Alice’s eyes became distant. “There’s not even enough detail for a proper story.
“Then why did they make a statue?” Clair asked. Alice shook her head.
[SIZE=3]“They didn't. It’s been here as long as anyone can remember; when people learned what it was supposed to represent, they thought it deserved some respect.[/SIZE]
“Of course that’s not enough to satisfy Alice.” Tyson said. “She wants to study the story and find out exactly what happened.” He smiled at Clair. “I think she can do it, but she seems to have doubts about her ability.”
“Oh, shut up Tyson!” Alice growled at him. Clair smiled, glad that she had made new friends in so short a time. Then the letter from yesterday came back into her mind. She remembered that the letter spoke of a single book that held the tale someone had been looking to study, and the story of Steel supposedly came from a book that was one of a kind. Why had she dreamed about Steel in the first place?
“Well anyway, I have to get back for practice.” Tyson said.
“Oh yeah, today’s Friday.” Alice thought out loud.
“Right, it was nice to meet you Clair.” He smiled at her as he turned to leave. Clair smiled back and waved at him as he left. She was glad that despite his rather intimidating appearance, he was quite kind. She thought she would ask Alice about his scar after he left, not wanting to be rude. Then she noticed something.
His eyes were no longer red at all; they were the same pale blue color as hers. His scar was completely gone; he looked perfectly normal. Clair just stared as he walked away. She couldn’t understand what she just saw. He had had red eyes, hadn’t he? As she pondered the newest strange development in her life, Alice spoke up.

“Come on, let’s go. There’s more stuff I want to show to you!” This snapped Clair out of her trance.
“Oh… Right, let’s go.” They retraced their steps along the muddy path as Alice told her about some of the other places they were going. Right before they left the park, Clair saw the boy with blue hair standing beneath the same gazebo near the other side of the park. “Oh yeah, I’ve been meaning to ask you,” she pointed toward him when she had Alice’s attention. “Who is that boy?”
Alice Paused when she saw who Clair was pointing at, a curious look in her eye as she turned back to Clair and asked: “Why?” Clair shrugged at the question.
“He talked to me here yesterday before I went back to the dorm, but he didn’t tell me his name. Alice just stared at her, completely dumbfounded. This made Clair quite uncomfortable. She shifted her feet and asked: “What?” Alice’s stupefied expression didn’t change as she said:

“That’s Sors Alexander Hope; I nor anyone else I know, has heard him speak a word in my whole life.”[/PARAGRAPH]

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Will post RT chapter 2 part 1 on March 29th.

I'm a little late to responding, so yeah, we're good. I'm insane, yada yada yada. (Been over that part 9 times now) I'm turning 16 in April, so I'm not much older than you. I hope you enjoy the site. :)

I would like to point out on the subject of how the series is becoming darker, that I think sora will probably be a somewhat moodier character in KH3. I hope Xehanort is the one who dies.

Sweet! Too bad i'll probably not get to go.... but that's why we have this wonderful forum!

Steel's body went numb; the pain subsided as he fell to the ground. His keyblade disappeared from his hands in a flash of light. Darkness seeped from his skin; it rose into the air like black smoke. It grew into a pool of blackness beneath his body, and he slowly sank inside. His cape, however, remained; it's torn fabric swirling above the Dark pit, waiting....