There it was before him, the sleek Invincible-class S+1 Gummi ship.(Really high by KH II standards, mostly a ship built defense) Made for his own personal use, by his own hands. The engines were only the fastest, the weapons top-of-the-line, And the cockpit covered with a speacial glass to secure those inside. Not to mention the semi-intelligent computer board he was forced to make conversation with, before his lonely times before he rebuilt the data and conciness of the entire organzation... ...after the death of Sora.... Sora, he believed, was a person to be comended for those he saved. Even those of another and enemy faction... If he had a heart, it would be heavy stepping into the cockpit of the mighty ship, getting the motherboard started, along with the engines. Because of the superioty of the on-board computer, and the high-charge engines, it would take at least ten minutes until take off... Definately long enough to think about the sorrows of past... and the mysteries of the present.. OOC: See, Sebax knew Sora, before the time of Sora's death... So obviously, he has some ties to Sora that aren't hateful... Weird...how often I put those lil' dots...to...show...thought..........<.<
Name- Base Gregger Age- 15 Gender- Male Power(s)?- Power over sound, music, and voice (Ex: can spontaneously create sound or a stream of music out of nothing, and can alternate his own or somebody else's voice to be something else.) History- Has been everywhere and everything, I think I have at least ten alter-egos for Base alone. Other- Sings in the styles of the Late Dean Martin, and is a chamer with gals. Appearance- Where's a white loose, fleece jacket over a blue t-shirt, jeans held up by a blackbelt, black hair, clean-cut with yellow highlights, tan skin, slightly hooked but slightly beaked nose. Played By- BamaSebastian
OOC: I don't think Darkwing is going to leave the world of St. Canard unless Destined says so. Even though, I would still have a nice plot line going. And nice try, just because you asked me a question doesn't mean I have to continue just yet. I'm going to hold the suspense a little longer.
OOC: Did you read my fanfic...? 0_0...Sebax is from Halloween Town.... Everybody has their origins and Sebax is from Halloween Town. In fact, Jack Skellington is his "Godfather" appointed by parents who died at the hands of Oogie Boogie. Sorta sounds a little Emo and nerdy, but I like the whole: beast within, deal. (Sebax is a beast with stone tipped ears there.) BIC: Sebax grinned and snickered. "I guess I'm going back home..." Leaving Axel behind, he turned for the gummi garage he had installed earlier after proof of existence had been completed. The Muse awaited hime there... OOC: The Muse is a super sweet Gummi Ship I created in KH I. I could crash into every object on the way to a planet and still never die. But I didn't have the gummi until i finished the game so, go figure. xP
OOC: Ok, I've been thinking this scenario out all day...Tell me whatcha guys think: "Gosalyn!!" Drake yells, storming up the stairs after his young niece. He heard four feet, so no Doubt Hokner Muddlefoot was the second pair.... We...need...to...move....away from...the muddlefoots! Drake thought about the gregarious neighbors of his. If Honker came over, it was usually to show Gosalyn a new invention of his. So he wasn't surprised when he opened the door to Gosalyn's room to see them ogggling over a compact device. The only weird thing was a hamster. "Gosalyn...what are you doing with that hamster...?" Drake asks confusedly and blankly pointing at the coughing a hacking hamster. Honker replied first, sliding his large glasses back onto his beak. "Well, my friends Hamster, Mr. Snuffles-" Honker starts off sort of shyly, pointing at the hamster which hacked at the mere mention of its name. "Is sorta old so I invented the literal fountain of youth!" Honker says happily holding up the small device with his short arms so Drake could see it. Drake was unimpressed and calmly took the device in his hands nicely and gave Honker a nervous smile. "Honker...there's no such thing.." He begins off through his teeth, then windes up his arm to throw the device out the window of Gosalyn's window, causing a stir between Honker and Gosalyn. "As the fountain of youth!" He says as he hurtles the device out the window. He turns to leave, dusting off his hand, but outside, the device swung back on a tree branch and was proppelled back through the window into the back of Drake's head. Then stars and a weird Baaazzzt! Drake could almost here a scream simliar to Gosalyn's, but Drake fell into a deep sleep before it could finish. OOC: I'll leave you guys in at least a lil' suspense. XD
OOC: Jack Skellington wouldn't hurl in a trash can either, Way2Dawn, but that's the funny thing. Also, tai Sora, I'd give your RP a 10 for well writtenness and gooder grammar. BIC: Jack, still a little woozy after the ride, suddenly perks up when he hears what's playing on the hidden speakers that were littered around the park. Listens to "Witchcraft", to the stylings of Frank Sinatra.
The face and name, the very voice rang into Sebax's memory like a bell in a church, long dormant. He recomposured himself, the Rotary Ballad disappearing in a contained poof of sound bits. "Soul leeches....?" Sebax asks a little skeptical of Axel trustability.
I'm just going to state on two key things, so to be fair: (They are undelined and, if you'll pardon the expression, color coded.) That old ryhme does not, in fact, invalidate my entire point. I was talking with my, as Barrack Obama would put it, "Typical white people" grandparents in the car one day on this particular subject. That's where I learned the old ryme. I never uttered it, I never used it, but yet, I heard it. There are times when my upper-state relatives, one Uncle who came into the family by marriage many of us can't stand anyway, Use the word demeaningly, and I hate it. The very word being used in the household. I live downstate, so you can imagine my worry and my grnadparent's worry when they exclaim the phrase, even though we live in a moderately "White neighborhood". We try shutting those relatives up, we may use force with that one dispised uncle, by saying: "Don' choo know you is in the south?" I usually say that in my "New Orleans" voice. :D I couldn't give an example of how I do that now because I have s sore throat...seriously I can't even sing and I was going to tell Chevilar and the others in the "Your singing talent" thread I won't be posting for a while. Anyway, I listen to old music, even though I'm a teenager, A few which include: Sammy Davis Jr. B.B King (Though very rarely I must admit) Louis Armstrong (I can do a super cheap imiation of his signature voice, but I can't do it for very long. >.> Nat King Cole is one of my Grandfather's favorites! :D And don't think my grandparents are racist either, then you're insulting me. My grandfather spoke with an Old African(Though he sounded maybe a little more Jamacan(SP?)-American man in a waiting room just today, and they spoke about war and about back home as if they knew each other for years! So that old nursery ryhme is not a negation to my point after all. Hey, that's right...I had another point to give(D'OH*FacePalm*): I had to scroll up just to remember what it was XD: "Fresh-Air" people, is a term for any person who formerly lived in a very hazardous area. In this case, Old NY.NY. I couldn't just say "Black people" because there are and were the following living in those horrid areas: White, Hispanic, Black, Asian, European and every kind of immigrant or race you can think of. These were people who live in fear of their familys and themselves, those who have a hard time escaping the literal imprisonment of being shot otherwise. Freedom Writers gives a good point on this. The people who did escape even promised their parents that they would help their siblings, if they had any, when they came of a good age. So, with thus the diversity of these comendable people, I couldn't just say "Black people." Because "Black People" is also a demeaning slang if used improperly.
OOC: Nothing is really going on with the Organization meeting or Darkwing duck so I'm kinda stuck. Back at home, Darkwing Duck was mild mannered, Drake Mallard, but the mild mannered part was...sorta missin'... "I can't believe there's no more supervillains to fight!" Drake fumes, having been set off when he went to go get his mail and found a Maui postcard from QuackerJack. (Yet another Darkwing Villain. I'm just rying to explain why only Megavolt is still in play.) Drake had reached his armchair by the time he saw the letter, so now his feathered fingers were gripping into the leather for self-control. "Gee DW, don't take it so hard..I mean...school's getting out and...-" Launchpad says simply, trying to calm Drake down, but a door slamming and the light hammering of four feet running up the hall cuts him off. Drake, still in his temper, gets up from his armchair, scattering the mail that was once in his lap, to yell, "GOSAAAALYYYYN!!!!"
What do you mean, you for now, as for Tails? Man I was really hoping he wasn't taken. >.< D'oH If you want I could be Dr. Egman or Sonic, I have the evil mind for Eggman, and the no care attitude of Sonic, so it's not all that tough for me..XD
Sebax whirls around, hearing the voice, and sees the owner of the voice. "Speak thy name now, Or I shall change thine voice to one simiular to Mickey Mouse." Seba threatens, Rotary Ballad aimed directly at the man's throat for maximum precision of sound blast. OOC: And yeah, he could do that[Change the guy's voice to Mickey's]... And as for the weird grammar, he's alone most of the time so he's had alot of time to work on his speech.... 0_0
Jak sneaks up behind a pillar in a schoolhouse, morphgun ready-to-shoot, he turned his eyes from left to right and motioned down to Daxter to do the same. While Jak moved effortlessly to the next pillar close to Dark's classrom, Daxter bumbled and slipped, literally, into the janitors closet. Jak facepalms from all the loud crashing noices that go one for at least 5 seconds in there. Then in 6 seconds, Daxter comes out covered in toilet paper. "I'm ok, I'm fine." Daxter groans and joins Jak behind the pillar. "Say, Jak, why we here anyway?" Daxter asks in his whispering mission voice, confusedly. Without answer, Jak breaks down the door to Dark's classrom with one kick and aims the morphgun, which is the yellow right now, long-range gun with a laser tracker for precision, all around the classroom, then slowly puts it down. He then grabs Daxter by the scruff of his fur, and plants him right in a desk too big for him. Daxter, finally catching onto why they were here, pouts and sticks his toungue out at Jak. "I'm too old for this stuff!" "But too stupid not to go." Jak says as he leaves the classroom, morphgun rested on his shoulder. He lifts up the door back on its hinges and leaves.
OOC: oooh,....dis gunn be so weird when My and Aeirith meet the "new" Leon". Plus, I don't know why the Genie didn't change him back to a dude yet...maybe because I control the Genie and right now he has a hole in his chest the size of a lady wearin' bicycle shorts at Disneyland. (Credit to(Ironic): Robin Willaims, RV. Leon continues looking through the front area of the shoppe, in clear view of anybody coming in or out.
OOC: Wow, surprising. Somebody actually took the "Dead duck walkin'"....
OOC: I can't think...my meager mind was trying to learn high-level words for Luxord and now my brain is fried. I tried a piece since it was cooked, but it no tast*FaceKeyboard* What can I write?! OMG! I'm useless! Blame Bush for my writing depression!
OOC: The Organization couldn't do much anyway. They are bound to a computer world. BIC: On his way to Demyx's portal, he hears slamming against the door leading to the lower levels. No one, not even nobodies came into this room without his permission. Was the castle under attack?? Sebax moved hastily to a corner, Rotary Ballad drawn in the cup of his left hand.
It was a shot of faith, he could miss...but Kasha's life depended on him to strike. He closed his eyes for a moment, holding the next set of cards against his face. He slowly opened his eyes, focused, and threw the cards, striking exactly where he needed to, bring the beast down OOC: I see you're back Hellkitten. Comp troubles over?
A deep, almost simple sounding voice rang into Darkwing's ears, being unable to see for a short matter of time. "Gee DW, another Old Lady purse snatch?" Comes the voice of LaunchPad McQuack, sounding almost as if he would expect this and that it had happened before, several times. "Not another..word, LaunchPad." Darkwing mutters, embarrased that there were no supervillains to fight lately. All of his archnemisis were either in jail, or on a vacation Maui... The only one who hadn't sent a postcard with a Hula girl or a picture featuring a prison, was Megavolt. He had no idea where that loser of a supervillain was anyway.... OOC: My writing has been in depression lately...my fanfics keep dying...so if my writing sucks, blame the commies...or Hillary Clinton or something....George Bush gets blamed for alot, blame him for my poor writing depression.
OOC: Can I tie in LaunchPad to come to Darkwing's rescue?
Demyx looks, around being a rabbit was sorta new to him... "hmm...let's see if this still works..." Demyx thinks out loud, examining his sitar, it now much bigger than himself. "Dance water dance!" Demyx yells and strums the sitar on the ground with one paw. All around, ten water clones appear, but, as unintimidating bunnies. "oohh, man...so not cool!" Demyx groans, looking around in disdain at his water clones. Leon's first thought as a rabbit: Slay Donald Duck for this embarrasment. Leon was more of a thinker than a speaker, so nobody would really expect him to kill Donald, but then again, they'd most likely suspect him since he had a....fear of....rabbits.... It was true, out of all the things that frightened Leon, Rabbits were the only thing that truely terrified him to the bone. Now he was one...brown in color with a mini-scar over his short-snout... "WHY!!?!?!?!?!?!?" He yells out into the air, unable to understand why fate had done this to him.
