I think it is rather hard to miss Anyway, some people might have seen my comment in the Future Worlds for KH thread, where I was against Frozen being in the game. Not because I didn't want to see it, but because I thought the plot would be rather hard to mold into a typical KH formula. After giving it more time to sink in and thing about it (maybe a couple of weeks?) I have become a lot more comfortable with the idea and I really think it would be something enjoyable to see in the game. I think it would be a bit easier to mold that I was thinking at the time. Although... I don't think I want to see it in KH3... in a future KH game, ABSOLUTELY I would LOVE to see it. But I just think it is a little too early(and a little too late) to throw it into the Xehanort Saga. But if they do in fact add it... I will live, and will probably enjoy it a lot.
Adam's consciousness was being gained back slowly, but he was able to start hearing voices. Although most of it seemed like pointless conversation, it was still... some form of back and forth. There was a good period of silence, then he felt a finger on his forehead tracing something out. And... it was almost a paint maybe? After a moment the smell came, and his eyes shot open in time for him to see Lu finish painting something on his forehead. Most likely in blood. He could see it trickling down her wrist anyhow. SHIT. Adam had a momentary freak out when he realized what was going on, but then he quickly calmed down. He knew it would only be worse for him if he wasn't calm. He looked around to see who the rest of them were. Kai, Henrik, and Sal were there. He finally noticed there was another person there and after a brief moment he realized it was Alistair. He looked in Alistair's direction and let out a quick chuckle before he yelled, "Oh look who it is. I haven't seen you since you were carrying around babies and stitching up Bonnie. Where've you been? Hell and back?"
Prism was still in the foyer checking over his mirrors. The sound had been unbelievable loud when the bell was ringing that he was worried his mirrors could have shattered. He was happy to find out they had not, but he kept examining them anyway. He kept periodically looking at his reflection which was now the way he always looked when his mimicking completely wore off. He was himself, but with white hair and red eyes. He had to wait for his true colors to appear again, and whenever he was in the Hall as he used it, it always took significantly longer. When he was putting the mirrors back in his bag, the bell started ringing again. His curiosity was getting to him but by the time he was ready to head out and find the group, the group had already found him. Prism looked at the entire group and kept looking towards where he perceived the bell was writing and let out a sigh before he spoke in a quick manner, "Alright, what is up with the bell?"
☽ USERNAME: cstar ☽ NAME: Suzie Bubblegum ☽ AGE: 19 ☽ APPEARANCE: x ☽ CLASS: 5th Former ☽ PERSONALITY: Suzie is the kind of person who bases her entire life on a coin flip. She doesn't care about what the overall outcome is going to be as long as she enjoys getting there. Although her choices for her life wouldn't make her seem it, she is very intellegent and knows what she is talking about a good majority of the time. ☽ SEXUALITY: Demisexual ☽ POWER: Weaker Affinity for Water ☽ DARK DAUGHTERS & SONS: Yes ☽ CLASS SCHEDULE: -Vamp. Soc. 320 -Literature 320 -Basic Defense 2 -Ancient World History -Trigonometry -Archery 1 -Spells & Rituals -Poetry 1☽ CAT: No ☽ OTHER: She named herself Bubblegum because she likes to dye her hair a bubblegum pink color.
☽ USERNAME: cstar ☽ NAME: Samantha Simmons ☽ AGE: 14 ☽ APPEARANCE: x ☽ CLASS: Third Former ☽ PERSONALITY: Samantha is one of those really sweet and forgiving girls who tries to be on good terms with everyone. She's always in a rather cheerful mood and likes being active. Sometimes she get a little flighty and seems a lot younger than she is, even if she is already one of the younger kids in the school. ☽ SEXUALITY: Heterosexual ☽ POWER: None ☽ DARK DAUGHTER & SON: No ☽ CLASS SCHEDULE: Vamp. Soc. 101, Literature 101, Algebra 1, Economics 1, Geometry, Sketching 101, Intro to Tae Kwan Do, Intro to Equestrian Studies ☽ CAT: Pending
1. First Impression 2. Current Impression 3. Have you ever practiced defenestration? 4. How is your dog? 5. How does it feel to suck at rhythm games? 6. Can I have a cookie?
I think the joke of the entire thread just went over your head. -applauds-
"I love kingdom hearts, I play every game." .... "Oh I only play the console games."
Lu performed a typical laugh before she nudged him closer to the edge with her foot. The idea of falling off was starting to get to him already. "That's so cute. Danel is pretty creative when it comes to spinning tails. You mean you actually believed that story? The Morning Star doesn't want me dead. That was just a ploy to mess with your group. Doesn't matter anymore. You're all going to die now anyway. You don't appear to be on our side anymore. I wonder what Harbonah would have to say..." Adam flinched a bit at the sound of her name before he watched her pull out a compact mirror and sh held it up for Adam to see. In the mirror, he saw a white-haired girl pounding on the glass and silently calling for help. "You didn't honestly believe there was no point to Alistair helping Harbonah after she was stabbed, did you? His assistance allowed for me to catch her soul after it left her body." Adam's eyes widened a bit before he shook his head, "I don't believe you for a second. The knives destroy souls don't they? I doubt her soul even left her body before it got destroyed..." Oh boy...
"Good morning Adam." Adam felt Lu dig her nails into his skin before he even had time to react mentally and he was pulled to his feet. "So glad we could get a moment together before the others started to wake up. I've missed our quality time together Adam." HAH! What a laugh. He felt pushed forward and the light from outside was blinding comparing it to the inside that he kept his eyes shut for a bit and kept opening and closing them to get used to the light. All it did for him was give him a headache as he listened to her. "Are you enjoying your time with your little friends, because it's just about over now." When she was done speaking, his eyes had finally gotten used to the light and he maintained eye contact with her as he replied, "Almost as much as you like your own agenda. What are you even doing? Just a few months ago..." Wow was it a few months ago already? "...You were training me for Lucifer's plans. Now he wants you dead."
Prism felt this reaction was a rather interesting one. He had certainly never faced someone who wanted to kiss him because he looked like well... them. Her statement about identity was going to have to be a no-no for now. For no real reason either. People should know about his powers by now, he doesn't hide them in any way. Maybe this wasn't done as often but he figured the Falsified Guise would be... the person pretending to be someone they aren't. When Sangria spoke, he knew he had to catch the echo then. He shifted his palm and reflected it, mocking lip movement. She fortunately spoke a rather long sentence that was easier to modify. "I amd your dear." Unfortunately the echo didn't seem to have all the sufficient sounds, and he had to hide as much as he could in near whispers. If detail was checked in all it's seriousness, then it wouldn't work. He needed to finish before he lost the sound of the echo completely. "Your jureuchsmt wonderful." That just sounded like she really slurred... He couldn't keep up quiet with her movements anymore as he started to stop reflecting her accurately. It was becoming more slowed the more bored he began to feel.
Prism had gotten to the point where the only thing in the room fascinating him was Sangria doing her typical shtick. She was just one those people who always had something going on and it always made him keep his attention. Even if he didn't talk much through it. Sangria had given him a bottle of some form of alcoholic beverage (what else was new) and she dared to call him tense. He was somewhat offended by it because he was in no way tense. He didn't even remember the last time he was tense. He noticed Daphne out of the corner of his eye and wanted to ask her about the eagles, but the bottle kept grabbing his attention more. Prism opened up the bottle and took a small sip. It was relatively weak and he was a bit disappointed. He was expecting some actual hard liqueur. Even if she kept urging it was weak. He duped himself in the end. Now he needed to find something else to do. Prism looked back over at Sangria and let out a little smile as an idea came to his head. He put the bottle on the arm of his chair and tapped it before disappearing into the reflection. He let out a cough, it was not one of the most reflective surfaces and it actually hurt him a bit. He focused on the bottle in Sangria's hand and quickly transported to it He cringed a bit as he looked up at the temptress and let out a quick, "Psst." She looked down into the reflection and that was when he caught her face. This was the fun part for him. Prism grabbed her reflection and held it still. This would most likely make Sangria feel like her face was being pulled, but not to the point of pain. He decided to distort her nose, and pulled at the reflection's nose. His eyes showing such a splendid happiness as he did so. The nose stuck up, was longer, and the point went upward. It was as if it was a broken Pinocchio nose, with the break pointed up instead of down. When he was done, he let go and let out a whistle, and wanted as the real Sangria faced his little, harmless, change to her face. When he was done, he changed his own reflection to look like Sangria without the nose change. When he was done changing himself, he jumped out of the reflection in the bottle and stretched for a moment before walking in front of Sangria, where he started to mirror her actions, while trying to stay as quiet as possible when he wanted to laugh as hard as he could. He needed to wait for her to talk so he could echo her, if he spoke, it would ruin the effect.
There was almost a fuzzy feeling he had as he woke up. He hadn't opened his eyes yet but his brain just didn't seem to be waking up easily. He held back a yawn a couple times as certain things finally started to kick in. When had he fallen asleep? Last he checked he was wide awake and fighting. Was he knocked out? Did something happen to his head? Did he just forget what happened? Adam opened his eyes to be greeted with even more black, but this time he knew his eyes were open. For a second he was convinced he had gone blind. He looked around to see if maybe he could see something, anything. Just to confirm he wasn- You aren't blind. It is just very dark. You couldn't even see the tip of your nose if you tried. Adam swallowed nervously as he quietly whispered, "Hello?" Someone is here, I can sense it.
One. Two. Three. Three birds that aren't mine... their marking say it all... Prism walked about the nature of his land, it was covered in snow but he did not have that stop him from wearing a tank top as he walked about. The chill was a thrill to him and kept him wanting to move around. His land was reduced, significantly. All he had left was this hill. It was by no means a small hill, but it wasn’t a mountain. The hill was also not occupied by residents, it was there for more of a scenic view. It allowed for animals and plants to thrive without being disturbed too much. Surrounding the hill was where everyone lived. The entirety of the base of the hill was filled with homes, businesses, and restaurants. It was more of a really large village than a city, and everyone seemed happy to live on his land. He checked up on them to make sure they were okay from time to time, but never really bugged them or pried into their lives. They tended to respect him for that, viewing him as a gentleman for it. He just knew he would be easily bored if he tried. He climbed up the hill, breathing a bit heavily as he did so and couldn't figure out for the life of him whose birds were flying over his land. He didn't mind it, if they wanted to take residence it was fine, but he was a little angry about it because he figured it could have been Ambrose’s birds, and he didn’t want Ambrose to think he was entitled to land that was not his. It didn’t really seem like Ambrose to take up Manifest Destiny. But he knew Ambrose wasn't the only one who could have birds. Daphne may have had her own birds, and so could have Gale, heck even Rosaline. The more he thought about it the more he realized many of the Players could have had birds. But he didn't mind it, because even though they weren't is, he liked the company. He didn't have a family to really run to, he didn't want one. He liked company, but he didn't like having to talk to them. He tended to spend most of his time with plants. He didn't have any powers to affect plants but he tried his best to keep them alive. When they died it got a little scary though. One time he found out one of his Willows was dying and spent hours on end studying to figure out a way to keep it alive. However, in the end he had to come to the understanding resurrection was not possible through any means. But at least he tried. Prism remembered as he picked up a pine cone that today was the start of Marina's game. He was excited for it, but he completely forgot it was at that moment and he hoped he would have better luck with this game. 100 Days was by no means his strong point. He lost his bet early on, very early on in fact. He only bet on one Pawn thinking it would work out. He had done enough messing around with the gameboard to at least get something out of it, mainly in entertainment at that point. He was pretty sure he angered enough Players with that too. He kept his pawn to himself, because he was rather embarrassed about it because if he had been paying more attention to the game, he probably could have changed his bet in time. However it was too late by the time he realized it. If he had been paying even more attention he could have fixed it. Instead, he started playing around with a look alike but it wasn't even his pawn! How he had missed that little fact he would never truly know. But he wouldn't make that mistake again in any other games. At least he had fun with his little piece that had no chance of winning. He was the reason some of the Players won in the first place, or better yet the reason Marina had won. But he wasn't going to just walk over to them and rub that in, it only made him look like more of an idiot. Who gets proud of helping someone else win? What was I thinking about again? Oh right, the game is today. Who's birds are these? Who has golden eagles? This is really going to annoy me. Prism made a mental note to ask about it later, and collapsed into the snow with a smile on his face. One of the eagles flew onto his stomach and he let out a laugh which only succeeded in scaring the eagle away. After a few more seconds of laying down, the boy was already bored and got up quickly off of the ground and placed his hands in his pockets as he walked down the hill. His eyes analyzed everything in his view, observing the hustling bustling village at the base of the hill. When he made it only a few feet within the village he heard someone shout his name and he let out a quick sigh as he waited for them to show up and he tilted his head with curiosity. The one who had run up to him was the local butcher, he didn't remember having a butcher, but he went with it anyway. They said how they noticed the increase in the Golden Eagles and said they were eating the mice he fed to… something. The butcher let out a quick, “I want them gone, it needs to eat something.” and Prism lifted up his hand and twisted it a bit before making a pushing noise towards the butcher. “C a n it e eat something e elsee” The echo didn't sound too glorious but it got the point across and he mentioned something about pigeon before he ran off. Prism rolled his eyes and continued on his previous path. He arrived at his lovely abode in a relatively short amount of time, he was greeted by his dog. He hadn't named it, he had it for what may have been forever. Perhaps it was... no. He knew he had after he had become a Valen. Not before. He didn't bother keeping anything from before and gradually blanked his game out of his mind. Every now and again, things would flash into his mind. And he hated it every single time. He used to be so slow, so self centered and never caring about anyone else. He was now the opposite, and why shouldn't he be proud of that? Why should it still get to him after who knows how many years. What was I thinking about? The game, you dumbass, the game is today. Prism pet the dog and went to grab his supply bag he always brought with him to a game just in case: emergency equipment, and mirrors. It also contained a notebook he wrote his notes about his game in a code. He wrote everything in a code, and not to keep it a secret or anything. He just needed to keep his attention with it, and if he was figuring out his own code, it kept his attention long enough for him to read what he wrote. Prism pulled out one of mirrors and walked outside and held up the mirror. Go. He transported himself into the mirror, and went quickly into a puddle. His appearance showing in the reflection before he took a deep breath and transported himself rapidly to other reflective surfaces. He kept on going about with this pattern because it was his fastest way to get to the Hall. When he reached it, he popped out of the reflection and stretched to straighten out his spine. Good thing he was flexible. What was I thinking about again? Just go inside… Prism made his way into the hall and towards the main foyer to see that there was not a real party of people yet. Only four. He found it rather unfortunate and if it weren’t a game day or something he would have turned around and left. Instead he made his way further in and stayed around his seat, but he himself did not take a seat yet. It had not started yet, and therefore he could not sit yet. He grabbed a chocolate out of his bag and ate it instead, while looking over at the others in the room without saying anything. The only thing that appeared to be going on was a conversation between Marina and Asterion.
By some effed up miracle, cstar lost her post. Lauren and Alice ended their days in however everyone else planned to because cstar is getting kicked off.
Don't worry, I got it~ ASHWIN @What? is the latest version? (cleverly placed tag is clever)
I couldn't give you exacts... but it is about 4x more than it usually is... I'm just uninstalling and reinstalling it first... that is generally what I do before I lose all hope.
but just yesterday I was running Opera, Skype, and the Sims 2 at the same time and it worked perfectly fine... now I can't even run skype without it locking up my computer entirely...
I feel like I am the only one who ever had problems with this program no matter what type of system I try to use. I was using skype perfectly fine for a good amount of time when suddenly Skype autoupdated. So I went onto skype after disconnecting from the internet, shut off autoupdates, and logged back in. I think it is just my computer being mean, but it is still taking up most of my memory on my computer as if it is trying to update. I've just had it with this program. (This isn't really supposed to be a help thread, it is just me raging about it.)
Lauren was just completely unsure of what to do with herself at that moment, but she was convinced she had just been sucked into some high tech video game. People were being attacked, possessed... people were dying, or being knocked out. Whatever the problem was, it was all of them versus who know how many of the enemy. Lauren turned her attention to her wife who finally gave her a slap on the face and Lauren blinked back at her and said, "Hey love." "Are you okay?" Alice shook her a bit for a moment before Lauren replied, "I think so. Where is Avery..." Lauren looked around and noticed the leash on Alice's arm and looked down at her little ocelot friend who hadn't really been out of the hotel room. But she knew they were planning on leaving today and she was grateful she decided to take her out then. Take her off the leash and pet her. "...Eh?" Lauren quickly looked around for something before she felt something cold grab her shoulder. Get angry as you do that, and channel your anger to her. She will work with you. Lauren looked over at Alice and unleashed Avery. Alice began to question her as Lauren pet Avery as quick as she could. She felt an anger grow within her and listened as the ocelot began to growl. Lauren pulled a pocket knife out, she got it when Alice urged her to start carrying one around. Alice also had one ready just in case. Lauren heard things move behind her and she quickly turned to see the possessed moving towards them. Alice made a comment under her breath wondering why they hadn't attacked them sooner. When Alice reached to grab Lauren, Lauren let out a yell and charged at them, Avery following right behind her. The two attacked the enemies mercilessly, showing no form of exhaustion as they did so. All Alice could do was stare in disbelief as she pulled out her own knife to protect herself. As they continued, they noticed the number of demons was decreasing. Lauren ran back into the hotel to make sure everyone made it out alright. As she entered, one of the demons had jumped and attacked her head and she quickly ended it's life as she continued going inside. Through blurry eyes, she noticed Leon and Hay Sun were both on the ground passed out, and she ran up to them to pick them up and get them out of there. Avery kept attacking the demon as she piggy backed Leon and held Hay Sun in her arms. From outward appearances it seemed like Hay Sun was the most injured of the two. Lauren ran out tripping over objects and doing her best to keep from being hit. When she was finally outside she was attacked by two demons at the entrance and ended up dropping to the ground while trying to be careful with Hay Sun. Alice ran over to help her out and when the two demons were dead Alice checked out Hay Sun and looked pained. "Alice I think you should make sure she's okay." Lauren said as she stood up with Leon still being held by her. Alice shook her head and spoke, "Lauren, she's far from okay. She's been dead for at least a few minutes..."
