tell you what. ill give rep to anyone who does this for me. i cant focus well enough to do it myself.
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very true. im pretty sure that the hidden meanings have their own hidden meanings. i just havent found any yet. and arbok is a fail. it should be arboc. works just as well. stupid translation peoples. i heard he was modelled after Nomura. and he probably planned for the games to come out of order, slightly. maybe not to the extent that they did though. technically, only 2 games are out of order. Days and BBS. CoM came out before KHII, on gameboy. Coded comes after KHII. 3D will come after Coded and KHII. back on topic though Another does fit as into the story. when he took AtW's name, he became Another Ansem.
yeah, but if you remember, Riku said that the Door to Light was Sora's heart. Sora got them out of the Realm of Darkness, he can probably get Aqua and AtW out too. also, just a side note, but what happened to the original KHIII Discussion Thread? the one that used to be a sticky in the KHII section?
Great chapter!!! the characters are all pretty real. i did notice a few errors here and there. theres not very many of them. theyre in red. Spoiler The United States and Lucas As long as they don't make me do anything today, I'll be just fine. The teenager thought as he rested on his bed, one hand behind his head and the other throwing a tennis ball against the white walls of his room. Still, he was pretty bored. He wondered to himself exactly what the heck were the whitecoat freaks thinking? Days off were few and far between – they almost never happened. Maybe they had found a new toy to play with, some other poor kid who was stolen from a hospital – or worse . . . given up. What kinda parents just gave up their kids anyway? That was just messed up – and he hated people like that. get rid of the 'and' His stomach growled and he caught the tennis ball 'but' would fit better here didn't throw it again. Lucas sat up and threw his feet over the side of his bed, observing the Legend of Zelda poster that he had snagged from a GameStop on the other side of town way back when he was a little thieving freak of nature. Now he was just a freak of nature who happened to like spaghetti. There's this nice little place in Little Italy . . . the teenager thought as he ran a hand through his light brown hair; he was pretty hungry now that he thought about it. The food that they served at The Center was crap, almost as bad as the sorry excuse of a lunch that they served at school. Lucas stood from his bed, rubbed the back of his neck tiredly, and made his way over to the little radio that hung out by his door, “Hey Doc,” he began lazily, “Lemme get out for a bit.” Moments passed an all he heard were a few discussing voices in the background. He began tapping his foot on the ground, making sure the whitecoats would be able to hear it, grinning to himself all the while. “Lucas, you're permitted to leave,” said Dr. Jermone's voice, “But you must return by eight.” Man, always so early with these guys, get up early, come back early, do training early. Early, early, early. He hated early, but, “Whatever you say boss.” he replied with a grin, not even bothering to wait for the doc to reply again. Besides, he deserved a bit of freedom, especially with what happened yesterday with him and Subject #36 . . . Lucas shivered slightly when the door that was reinforced with lead and steel slid open. The brown-haired boy started down the hall with his hands in his pockets, passing several doors like his own, one square window and reinforced to be nearly impenetrable. Unfortunately, just because the doors were sound proof, didn't mean you couldn't hear what was going on through the walls. It was what went on inside the room that everyone knew about, but didn't mention. Question: does every room have strange noises? it says that there are 'several doors like his own' then says that theyre not soundproof and you can here everything that happens in them. does Lucas' room have noises? Lucas kept his blue eyes forward. Once, when he was younger, he had made the mistake of looking through one of the windows. What he saw that day was forever burned into his mind – it was the results of the whitecoats forcing that subject to do what they the subject? didn't want to. That's why he vowed to himself that all he ever wanted to do was live his life his own way, get out of The Center, and grow to be a happy, slightly freakish, old man. He cringed slightly when he heard a bloodcurdling scream of terror and fear, but he kept walking. There was nothing he could do. Not by himself anyway. The teenager started sprinting down the hall, little by little actually picking up speed. He needed to get out, needed to be free of this place. And even if it wasn't permanent now, it would be some day soon. That much he could say. France and Jean It wasn't exactly anything big, or anything like that really, but it did give him an advantage over his opponents, and that was all he needed. He was, after all, the pride of The Center – he couldn't help that. Sometimes actions were all Subject #44 needed to make his opponents feel like utter ****. I mean(WOAH, suddenly first person), it's not like they weren't that anyway – compared to him at least, but why tell them that when you can show them? His enemy was strong, check. Bigger than him, check. Fast enough to dodge a rock, not check. When his opposition started taunting him and yelling at him, he ignored it, only focusing on the thirty-five pound rock he was lifting from behind him with his mind. Yes, you read that right, with – his – mind. Unfortunately, he couldn't lift anything that was over forty pounds: his telekinesis wasn't that strong, but coupled with his strategic mind, forty pounds was more than enough to knock even the biggest of them down. His green eyes flashed as a pretty big rock hurled over his head towards the other subject who had started running towards him – like the idiot the other guy is, he'll add. The boy watched with a blank expression as the rock squished the other guy. When the deed was done, the teenager glanced over to one of The Center's many windows, trying to find his doctor-whitecoat-chick. He still hadn't found her when a loud voice sounded, “Well done Jean." H is doctor, Doc Bellrie. Bellrie was a pretty nice woman, and fortunately for him, she was easily persuaded – it was people like her that made his semi-there mind-control a piece of cake. The ironic thing about that was Dr. Bellrie was the one who had suggested the mind-control thing. Greatest. Present. Ever. Other than that writing desk that he got when he was five, that is. Jean cupped his hands around his mouth, “Hey doc!” he called back as loud as he could, “Whaddaya want me to do with this guy?” “Don't worry Jean,” Bellrie responded with a smile obvious in her voice, “He will be reengineered and and altered for next time.” He ran a hand through his hair, suddenly tired. He was better than the guy he just pounded, sure, but that didn't mean he wanted to keep fighting him and fighting him. Every time the other guy would be beaten, he'd be taken back to the lab and improved, then put to the test again. Eventually, Jean feared, he was going to be outmatched. “Doc,” he called back, “You can't keep doing that to the poor guy! Do it any more and he's gonna lose his humanity!” Another voice replied to his comment, “Like you moiseur Veltan?” Shit, it's Doc Langtreis . . . Jean thought, rubbing the back of his pale, almost white neck, That guy hates me. “Keep your opinions to yourself moiseur Veltan,” the other doctor then said, “You were created to fight, not to think.” Jean couldn't help but sigh. He hated this place. He hated what this place was all about. Still, he wouldn't worry about that right now, he was still thinking about that kitten he saw in town. He'd been meaning to get one for a long time, but he was worried that the scientists would take it and turn it into a monster or something. Just like him. But probably less tame. Or something like that anyway. Italy and Adriana The young girl sighed. That was one of the most uncomfortable tests she had ever been through; she had almost never hated anything so much in her life. Then again, keyword: “almost”. She was the youngest person that took the test today, everyone else was fifteen or older, she was only thirteen. Sure, she might have been a little taller than your average fifteen year old, but that was no reason to stick her in with the older people to swim! Not to mention they had to wear bathing suits! Then again, Dr. Vespucci said that they were lucky they were allowed to wear anything at all. Her pale skin grew goosebumps as she shivered. She was already self-conscious enough, no need to add onto that! But she sighed again and laid back onto her soft bed, staring up at her white ceiling. She played with the ice in her hands, not paying attention to it, but making different shapes; a star, a heart, a horse, a funny hat . . . She was actually working on sculpting Tom Mason from Falling Skies. She really liked that show – it was the only reason she had a television in her room in the first place. She giggled to herself; she remembered begging Dr. Viaca to let her have it after the show premiered and she watched half of the first episode at a department store in the city. It was the next best thing that she had gotten next to her dog Nemo, which had been given to her for her tenth birthday. Nemo, besides the other stuff she had in her room, was the only thing that made her happy. The Center wasn't exactly like that place that she had seen on TV . . . What was it called? “The happiest place on Earth,” and there was on in Paris, France. The Center was the exact opposite of that it. It was the most . . . Well, she couldn't think of the world now, but it was the opposite of happiest. And no, it wasn't “saddest”, it was a lot darker than that. A lot darker. Her dog yipped happily as he rubbed against her leg, doggy-smiling at her ice figurines. At least someone likes them . . . Because the other day, some jerk, Subject #5 from Sweden had told her that her figurines were annoying that she probably shouldn't try to pursue a career in singing because it was annoying too. What did he know? [a/n: rep for anyone who can guess who I'm talking about on KHV. c:] She scowled down at her latest figuring and let it melt; Nemo whined. Right before she was going to make another one, someone came over the intercom, “Adriana, Dr. Vespucci would like to see you.” The blue-haired girl blinked her blue eyes. And by the way, the hair was natural – so be jealous. What did the doctor want now? Hopefully he didn't want her to do another test with older people again – the first one was so embarrassing . . . “Umm . . .” Adriana began in an unsure and shy tone, “C-could you tell me what for?” she asked. Then again, she knew better than to ask a scientist why they did anything. The only reason she would ever get was “For science's sake itself." For a man in a white lab coat, that was the only reason they ever needed. About ten or fifteen minutes later, the blue-eyed girl was standing in front of Dr. Vespucci's desk. She really, really hopped she wasn't in trouble. She didn't get in a lot of it often, but she remembered the last time she did, it was awful. A nightmare – she never wanted to see fire again in her life. “We were just discussing your grades #16,” the doctor began, and the young girl prepared herself for the worst – it was about school, that ought to be punishment enough. Would they bring the fire back? Would the make her stare up at the black ceiling for hours again? She was just about ready to cry. “You did very well on your report card,” Vespucci finally told her – her feelings of anguish immediately disappeared and her face lit. “Really?” she asked with bright eyes. The doctor nodded, no smile or any praise on his face – a man not easily impressed, but accepts mild cases every so often, “You're allowed out again. Be back by seven, alright?” Adriana couldn't be happier today. Then again, it was only today. Tomorrow . . . Who knew what was coming . . . Japan and Aki She looked up at Dr. Origama, or as she thought of him – Mr. Origami. She hated that guy with a passion, she wanted to turn his face into an origami. Unfortunately, that would just end with her being put in a water tank like last time because “of her attitude”. Honestly, it was just one little back talk, that was it, she swore! But no, the scientists loved torturing her – loved torturing all of them, all “for the sake of science”. A very ridiculous reason if you asked her. With a sigh, she adjusted the sleeve of her hot pink sweater. It was her favorite because it always ticked off the doctors – they said it hurt their eyes. She found it funny. Still, she didn't want to be put in that tank again – that was the last thing she wanted, so for now, she would to comply. Holding out her hand, she focused on the heat around her, even though it wasn't really that hot. She was always taught to concentrate on what heat was around her, even if it was ten below zero. In that case, she would use her own body heat – it was a bit like using her life force and like every ability, it could kill her. What was new? There were always downsides to things that were great. A baby-small flame sparked in her hand and didn't get any bigger or smaller – it was almost microscopic. This was where her other hand came in; she brought it up to cup around the flame and she then divided her focus – a very hard practice, but achievable. Right as she was about to harness the flame even more, Mr. Origami spoke. “That's enough for today Aki.” he said from the upstairs. In surprise, the girl cut her palm, “Ow!” she exclaimed in pain. There it was, another downside. The wind she was using in her other hand was very sharp – do you get that? Wind is actually very sharp – a person like you wouldn't be able to use it because your body wasn't genetically altered to utilize wind, therefore, your body is immune to its sharpness. Her's, however, was not, so if she wasn't careful, it would cut her, just like it did now. Dammit . . . she thought, trying to keep the sleeve of her sweater from getting stained. What the heck was Origami thinking? That was one of the shortest ability-runs she had ever had – obviously, that didn't happen much. “Doctor?” she asked curiously as the flame died on the ground after she'd dropped it. “You're released early today, you may do as you like.” he told her as he turned away, “You have to be back by eight. You are dismissed.” Her blue eyes flashed in confusion as she watched the whitecoat walk away, but she quickly snapped out of it and grinned, “No, no,” she began, “You're dismissed.” Although he probably didn't hear her. Still, it was pretty strange for them to let her go early . . . Maybe they had another poor subject to attend to. And, as if right on cue, someone in another part of the hall screamed. About an hour later, Aki sat under a tree in the park across from The Center – they basically hid that place in plain sight. No one even paid it a second thought once they saw it. The adults at The Center were just that good. And just that evil. Since no one paid it a second thought, they never heard the screams at night, the psychotic laughing, the blood splashing on the windows as one subject was forced to kill another – or one subject just killed another for the hell of it. She hated The Center. But the only thing she thought about at this moment was Pride and Prejudice – Jane Austen was a very good author, and Aki had read some of her other works like Emma, Sense and Sensibilities, Mansfield Park . . . With the current book she read, she was almost done with it – she'd started it just a little over and hour ago and she was half-way done already. From ever since she was young, she'd taught herself to speed read, it was good when she had nothing to do – and a lot of the times, that was often – she had a bookshelf in her room that was drowning in all kinds of novels and comics and manga. She loved to read – couldn't you guess? The pink and black-haired girl paused for a second as her attention turned to her sliced palm – really, the cut wasn't that bad, but she shouldn't have it in the first place, she shouldn't even be able to control wind in the first place. All around her were normal people who had no control over the wind, and yet never got cut. The Center . . . they had turned her into this. like i said, not many. i cant wait for chapter 2!! i might faint with anxiety. *fakes swooning* ^-^
could i get a screenshot or something...? it would really help me know wth youre talking about. ^-^
NO JAYN, not your soul!!!!!! D8 EDIT: Maka, Maka hurry!!!!! The story is on the bottom of page 1!!!!!!! DOUBLE EDIT Now it's on PAGE 2!!!!!!!!
I can honestly say that i cannot wait for the first chapter. i didnt see any spelling or grammar errors. i do have a few questions though: 1) Who is Subject 89? 2) Who is Subject 51? 3) What did Nico get zapped for flying too long? i would have thought that was a good thing. shows endurance or something. thats it! youre awesome!
IN THE CASE OF WHOS BACK THIS IS: View attachment 27771 WE HAVE 3 ACCUSED!!! AXEL!!! View attachment 27772 ROXAS!!! View attachment 27773 AND XION!!! View attachment 27774 Honorable Judge Loxare presiding. THE EVIDENCE Axel: Axel's coat is cut close to his arms, unlike in the first image where the sleeves are full and loose. Also, Axel's build is taller and slimmer than the figure in the first image. Roxas: Roxas' sleeves are full and loose, the same as the figure in the first image. Also, Roxas' is similar to the build of the figure in the first image. Xion: Xion's sleeves are full and loose, like the figure in the first image. However, her build is slimmer than the figure in the first image. THE VERDICT Roxas is Guilty of being the Organization member in the first image. His build and coat style are almost identical to the figure. Therefore, the figure was presented there as a memory of his Organization days. Axel and Xion are innocent of being the figure in the first image. Roxas gets no sentence for his guilt. That is all. (JUDGE JURY AND EXECUTIONER BABY!! YEAH!!!)
Great job! urgh! now im even more anxious for Chapter 2!!! meanie! *pouty face* the only mistakes i could see is in the first sentence "Willa Rose Coleman exhaled as she whipped the crumbs off of the table and into her hand." wiped, not whipped and in paragraph 17 "Willa sighed out, knowing that Mrs. Chun was off to get the jasmine tea herself." just sighed, unless you want it to say 'exhaled out' but you used that in the first sentence. hurry with the remainder of the chapter or i will have a smiley CURSE YOU WITH SMILES!!!!!! which really isnt that bad, its kinda nice actually BUT IT WILL HAPPPEN!!!!
☣ Subject Number: #97 ☣ What is the Subject's name?: Karian Morning ☣ Gender: Female ☣ Physical Age: 17 ☣ Date Created: 07/23/2000 (she was subjected to some experiments in age advancements) ☣ Height/weight: 5'11”/135 ☣ Body shape: Slender, a swimmers' body ☣ Hair | Eye | Skin color: Bright red curls | Teal blue | Tan ☣ Subject Title: Morning Star ☣ Country: Canada ☣ Typical outfit they wear: Blue T-shirt over a lavender long-sleeved shirt, jeans, running shoes she got on sale, red scarf ☣ Moral views: She just wants to have fun with life and will do anything she has to to do so. She feels that she's been cheated out of her childhood. ☣ Characteristics of Subject: Bright, happy, easygoing outside with a hurt and trembling centre. She acts bubbly, but this is mostly an act, covering up her childhood scars. However, Karian is always ready to help a friend, should they need it. ☣ Favorite Saying: “Of course I'm weird. Aren't you?” ☣ Method of transportation: Car or bicycle ☣ School: High school. Graduated when she was 15. ☣ Favorite genre of music: All genres ☣ Their theme song: Stand my ground – Within Temptation ☣ Favorite place to be: The ocean, the pool, the lake, anywhere with water ☣ Goals for the present: To escape the Center ☣ Long-range goal: To be an Olympic swimmer ☣ Any kind of pet? What kind if so?: Yes. She has a few hermit crabs named Slate, Annie, and Turtle. ☣ Favorite food(s): Cedar plank salmon ☣ Hobby: Swimming, reading, video games, watching anime, proving complex equations to Harvard graduates. ☣ Normal Skill: Can speed read a 500 page book in 2 hours, very, very smart (she was born a genius, she wasn't made that way.) ☣ Genetic Enhancements: She can breathe underwater, super accuracy, quick healing. ☣ Favorite book and/or last-read book: Daughter of the Forest ☣ What is the bedroom like?: Blue walls, painted to look underwater. One (nuclear bomb proof) glass wall shows her an actual underwater view. The bed is round and placed in one corner, opposite the glass. The other corner opposite the glass is the door. In the corner opposite from her bed is a large screen TV and a rather large gaming centre. Next to that is a very sophisticated sound system and a wall of CD's. The wall in between the bed and the door is filled floor to ceiling with books. The wall in between the bed and the glass has her dresser and her wardrobe. The glass wall itself is completely bare. ☣ Parents?: Karian has both a dad and a mom, Steve and Shelly respectively. She has never met them. ☣ Fears: Being caged, loss of freedom. ☣ Additional notes on the Subject: N/A hey, how many characters are you allowing?
i agree with Plums and BusterSword. VERY fast. theres no thoughts or descriptors. is it night time? daytime? futuristic or set in the past? yes, theres a castle, yes theres a cliff, but those things could be in any time zone. also, you should decide that the 'Twin Swords/Daggers' are. swords? daggers? or maybe short swords if you want something in between? i always thought theives carried knives, but those were generally useless unless youre cutting someones purse. or chopping meat. good concept though so far. i would like to see where this goes.
hm... its not working. im actually kinda depressed now...
whoever closes this gets... wait for it... COOKIES!!!!
it started out not bad. i went out to buy a slushie. a ridiculously expensive slushie, but a slushie none the less. i went on my bike. i happen to be one of the few people who can carry a slushie and ride my bike at the same time, but the problem here is that the trip home is way too bumpy for the flimsy plastic cup to handle. within 2 minutes, there was a crack in my cup and since today is rather hot, my slushie was melting, spilling out the crack in the cup and onto my jeans. so i do what any person would do: i book it home. nothing bad happens to me or my slushie for the rest of the ride UNTIL: literally 10 feet from my door, i go over a massive bump. i lose the lid of the cup, my straw and half my slush. the cup also develops more cracks. in a desperate plea to save what remains of my slushie, i ignore the lid and straw laying on my lawn and ride right up to my door. my slushie is melting fast, and im fumbling in my bag for my keys. i finally find them and get the door unlocked. i race to the kitchen and grab out a glass from the cupboard. i tip my slushie cup over the mouth of glass and... ...nothing happens. the slush doesnt come out of the cup. i start tapping the bottom of the cup, like you would a ketchup bottle. still nothing. slushie's still melting. i notice as im tapping that the cracks in the cup are letting in small air bubbles and each time an air bubble goes in, the slushie moves closer to the bottom of the cup. so, i lean forward and blow air, straight into one of the cracks in my cup. forgive the onomatopoeia but SPLOOSH!!!! the slushie exits the cup WAAAY faster than i expected and half of it misses the glass. part of the remainder hits the counter and stays there, but part bounces back into my hair, and down my shirt. then i had to go outside, pick up the lid and straw, and wipe slushie off of my bike so, as i sit here typing this, i have only a quarter of my slushie left, my hair is sticky, i need to change my clothes, and a shower couldnt hurt either. so KHV, if any of you has had a worse day than me, id love to hear about it. it might cheer me up...
i liked this! you used 'I' too many times at the beginning of sentences, especially towards the beginning. the concept of banning qiestion is a great one. i personally have always liked it. but you missed a few: did, do, can and will. as in "Did you know?" "Do you see it?" "Can you help me?" and "Will it happen soon?" im pretty sure 'if' is in there too, but i cant think of a sentence using just 'if'.
the Disney characters DONT age. in BBS, we see Cinderella, Sleeping Beauty and Snow White. ten years later, in KH1, we see them again and they havent changed. the only Disney character who has changed as far as i can tell is Hercules. young in BBS, older in the rest of the series.
a picture for those too lazy to search the cutscenes. View attachment 27201 the one on the left is the "real" one.
Harsh? furthest thing from my mind, i assure you. this is very, very good. your sentence structure is great, you gave lots of details, without drowning the reader in boredom from too many. i would suggest double spacing your paragraphs, but thats all i can suggest structure-wise. story-wise, if i do not read more soon, i will destroy you in a tickle fight. seriously. it has a good blend of hilarity and seriousness, and you got the characters perfect. i cannot wait for chapter 2.
Great writing. i couldn't see any spelling or grammar errors, so great job. im glad that the first chapter is slower, taking its time and creating relationships for Lea that hes going to lose when Radiant Garden gets destroyed. itll be that much more sad for him. T.T great job with Reno btw. i love how you made him Leas brother. XD also, i had a little freak out. Arlene? Larxene? OMG!!!!!!:blink: THEY WENT OUT?!?!?! question though: how is Axel number 8 and Larxene number 12 if they lived on the same world when it was destroyed? shouldnt Larxene be number 9 then?
