The War for Kingdom Hearts

OOC: Oh, The_King, can Sephiroth order Aerith to do something? Like fight Mickey, or go find information, etc.

 

Can i be Kairi and namine

 

OOC: Kairi's taken, but you can be Namine. :) Don't forget - Organization XIII are humans, they're super soldiers, and on your side. And the FF heroes are robots and are on the villains' side.

 

ok ill be namine thanks

 

Sephiroth walked up to Aerith. "You-girl-find the King and bring him
to me. Are we clear?"

 

Can i be Gilgamesh

 

Larxene did not appreciate being kidnapped, taken from her home, placed in a laboratory, and tested on. She had been injected with a formula without her consent? And from what this scientist explained, now they're suppose to fight in a war she never wanted to be in? She was displeased, in every way possible, and she showed it as her lips pursed into a frown, glaring piercingly at the young man who had come to watch over them. She would've jumped up and screamed her butt off if she wasn't...in the nude a bit, she had to cover what her undergarments couldn't. She detested the moment she was called a 'number', she did have a name, and the guy's voice had a tone of finality that she didn't like, that they had no choice, but to fight. Like hell she was going to listen.

But for now, she had to reserve her anger and resentment, only having her voice speak her real sentiments, as she gave a wicked little smile, though bitterly. "Put what? My clothes on? Thing is, I don't have them, anywhere. And if you think I'm going to be your puppet, you have another thing coming! I have no reason to fight for this pathetic war, and I could care less about any of your troubles."

Roxas just watched quietly, the girl next to him exclaiming her lungs out in outrage at being probed around without her permission, trying not to eye her. He shared the same way of thought, and he was indeed, quite upset himself. From what this scientist had said, they were injected, injected with something that was probably dangerous or poisonous, and perhaps, they might've been guinea pigs that managed to conclude a hypothesis of some study. And he had called him XII or XIII...was that the numbers of the subjects that failed, or was that how many of them were there? And what number of the two was he? Obviously, this female and himself, they had survived, but...now they were going to fight?

He never had a home, he was orphan, locked up in a home with million others who didn't have a family, and as much as he was glad to have gotten out of there, he didn't wish it this way. As she was saying, he wasn't going to be somebody's puppet either, and be disposable.

And he gave a defiant stare as well.

 

"kairi! kairi" sora yelled through out radiant garden.
stitch saw sora and ran up to him
"hey boy, wanna help me find kairi?"
stitch nodded.
they countinued to look for her.

 

OOC: Sure. :) Is Gilgamesh someone from FF...?

Aerith walked into the street, looking around. Where was the King...?
Her sensors was telling her that a boy and a creature was heading towards her. She identified them as Sora and Stitch.
She turned, and sure enough, there they were.
"Hello..." she smiled.

Zexion had a hard time trying to continue what he was going to say, as the fact that the girl was naked was very unsettling.
Sighing, he tilted his head up, concentrating on their faces, and walked over to them. He had two white towels, draped on his left arm, and he handed it to the both of them, looking away while he did so.
"I hate to inform both of you that you must fight in a war like this, but you have no choice," he said. "If you refuse to comply, we may be forced to...detonate the explosion that has been placed within you since you went into a comatose state. If you do not believe me, just look at your chest - there is a scar there, is there not?"
He wanted to see if they were checking for a scar, but he couldn't bring himself to look at the girl. He didn't find it appropriate to look at a female naked...

 

Larxene took the towel first, quickly wrapping it around her bare body, and securing with a twirled knot in the back, covering what needed to be covered, the fuzzy cloth reaching down to her thighs in length. Hearing the scientist's remark, frowning, she looked down, and indeed, there was a scar in the part of her chest. Widening her eyes, she traced her hand on the mark steadily, a sudden rush of ache and adrenaline surfing through her body as she fully noted the danger of the situation.

Clenching the same hand she had moved into a fist, Larxene gritted her teeth in anger, not wanting to believe what had been done to her. There was no way she was going to be a tool, no matter what. She had nothing to live for before and she had nothing to live for now, so what's the harm in exploding? Staring up, she barked, "Have it your way. I guess I'm going to implode then. There's no damn way in hell I'm going to be a droid!"

He had seen the scar already, but he didn't want to touch it, or even acknowledge it, as it was prove that he was a doll now. Roxas nodded in agreement with the female, , though at the droid part. Unlike her, he wasn't one to commit suicide, and he wasn't as proud or stubborn to take that initiative. For him, there was no choice, is either join or die, no ifs, ands, or buts. And Roxas didn't want to die. He promised his deceased mother he would live for her, and he wasn't going to back on that oath. What he wanted now, was answers. Ignoring the raging female beside him, he also stared up at him, but his was more questioning. "I understand. However, I won't let go until I have my questions taken into account. Why did you call us XII and XIII? Which number am I suppose to be? Why US, where there are other people around the world that could fit better. The woman over looks around 18 to 20, and I'm only 15. Why?"

 

Zexion could hear the swooshing of cloth and waited until the girl had finished, before looking back up at them. He was glad to see that she was now fully covered, but the cloth had clung to her wet skin, and showed the outline of her curves, giving her an alluring sense, despite her shouting so angrily.
Shaking his head of any impure thoughts, he looked at Roxas, hearing him ask why they had to be chosen. He had wondered himself before why they had chosen him, why he had to be a super soldier...but the only answer would be the one he gave these two now:
"You two were chosen at random from the population, as you were one of the most strongest and capable, and are two of the thirteen that have been able to survive the injection." He paused for a moment. "And if you must know...Roxas, you are number XII, and Larxene..." He glanced at the girl, seeing if her anger would ease slightly frm being called her name at last. "You are number XII..." He hesitated to speak the next part of what he should, but...it didn't matter if he was being too harsh or not. He was going to say it like Ansem had told him to.
"And you have no choice. We will find a way to force you to help us, whether you want to or not...even if you call yourself a 'droid'."

 

OOC: I want Marluxia!

 

OOC: Sure! :) Don't forget - he's a super soldier working with the KH heroes against the FF heroes and villains.

 

Larxene laughed mockingly at what the guy explained, and made her way to stand up, wombling a bit due to her unused legs, but after a moment, managed to straighten firmly, her feet on the ground gracefully. She had a way of balance, and had been trained in the martial arts for awhile, but was also a legit dancer, which was what she wanted to become and was working towards, before being brought to this. They weren't going to force her, no matter what he said. She detested being used, it was like their opinions or feelings didn't matter, or dreams, and they had to follow some type of leader to be held as tools.

Not her.

Giving the scientist a haughty look, yet a determined one nonetheless, she crossed her arms indignantly, swinging one of her hips to the side, as natural for her. She smirked, almost daring. "I'd like to see you stop me."

Unknowingly, Larxene was grateful for the kid next to her to ask these questions, because in the end she got more information on what she wanted to know, but that didn't mean she was going to join. Though, she did ponder about what this formula injected into her was capable of, it was overshadowed by her pride.

Roxas nodded again, already taking in his fate as it was, though proclaiming to himself that he was going to have his own mind. If Roxas didn't like the orders given, he won't do them. He didn't have anything left as well, and why not help these people with their work to make himself useful for once? Either way, if this proved life threatening, he would leave, escape, in some way, but he will. His mother went first than any decision that was thrown at him, and he will stick with that for the rest of his life.

Sighing, he wrapped his own towel around his waist, and tried to get up, only to fall back down again. Unlike this Larxene's legs, his was more numb, but he acted up on it again, supporting himself by holding on to the pod with his hand. Carefully, as he stood up, he let it go, tilting from side to side a bit, before planting his feet permanently on the ground, his legs a bit shaky, but held on. He glanced at from his shoulder at blonde-haired female, who wouldn't cave in, and in truth, he kind of admired her for that. She had guts, that was for sure.

 

Marluxia was walking around.

 

"You can barely even stand, let along fight in the condition you're in," Zexion pointed out, logically. "So what can you do?"
He turned. "Now come along with me...or will I have to force that as well?"

Aerith walked down the street of the Radiant Gardens, when she saw Marluxia, in a distance. Smiling, she approached him. "Hello...Marluxia, is that your name?"

 

Larxene bristled at the sentence. Was he underestimating her? That was another thing she hated; just because you're unable to hold yourself up, doesn't mean you're weak. And that's what she did, when her legs got used to the weight, and her leg muscles were stretched, she found the energy to walk, and stepping forward, she grabbed the scientist's scruff of his white, pristine lab coat, and twirled him back around. In a flash, she backhanded him, making his face go sideways, and then push him away by his chest, almost making him trip.

With a deadly glare on her flawless face, her rosy lips in a thin-line, she acted upon her temrper and rage. "Don't ever think that I'm some kind of damsel-in-distress! What can I do? I'll show what! You're messing with the wrong chick! Guess you're going to have to force me now, don't you? I'm not JOINING!"

As she yelled her last sentence, sparks of electricity surrounded her body from the agitated emotions, making her gasp as she stared at the blue and yellow streaks of light. She knew her mouth was agape, and her eyes widened, confused at to what just occured.

Wha-what was that?

Roxas was shocked as well, or he was before when he watched Larxene attacked the one that had them at their mercy. Now...now he was left dumbfounded as he saw in amazement the sparks that came out of her. Roxas stayed frozen solid, gazing stupidly, not able to believe this, but then his mind started to wire things together at the same time. They were soldiers, and they were injected with some type of liquid...and now this...

That formula...did it turn them into mutants?

 

Zexion had widened his eyes in surprise, at how quickly she had moved, grabbing him and than striking his face. However, seeing the sparks of electricity, he knew now - the formula had given her the power of electricity.
However, seeing the state she was in, he frowned. He didn't want to have to force someone...again. Darkness swirled around his clipboard and pen, transporting it to Ansem's study. If he was going to have to force her, he would need to have both his hands ready.
Glancing at Roxas, he knew that if Larxene talked any more...number XIII just might change his mind as well.
He snapped his fingers, and darkness swirled around Roxas, taking him to the study, so Ansem could deal with him instead.
Looking at Larxene, Zexion said, "Alright, show me."
Even though she didn't know it, he was a super soldier himself, and one of the strongest. He had power over darkness, as well as illusions, and his intelligence was quite enhanced. He knew that she wouldn't be able to win against him no matter what she did.

OOC: Since no one's Ansem...um...but anyone can take him if they want.

 

She eyed this guy sternly, not yet knowing his name, but she didn't care for that. What she was concern about, was what came out of her. Electricity. Though for her, it appeared more like lightning, as she seemed to spot a small strike that almost hit Roxas, but was discarded as nobody, but her was aware of it. To put it plainly, she was quite interested now. Larxene wasn't stupid enough not to know that this type of power came from that soldier formula, and then she wondered what else she had gained.

The guy, however, was challenging her, and she wasn't one to turn those down. But, it will be careless and reckless, even through her fury, she could see that. Not only was she clothed by a towel, she didn't know how to control this new ability, or fully know her capabilities, as well as uncertain to what he could do. He acted calmly, and she noticed how he made his clipboard and Roxas disappear in a swirl of darkness. Portalling. It was blatant to her that this guy wasn't normal either. But...perhaps, if they train her, teach her to force her lightning, she might become powerful, and from there, will be able to escape. At least, make it easier.

With the idea in mind, she raised a eyebrow, crossing her arms once again as she replied mildly, "I would love to kick your arse, but I'm not going to fight in only a towel, thank you. And, of course, don't think I'm dumb enough to charge at you without knowing what you can do. It seems you're some type of mutant yourself."

Roxas gasped as he saw Larxene and the scientist fade into darkness as he was covered by it, sending him on a odd feeling of a rush, and when he could see light again, he was someplace else entirely. A white office, with bookshelves, trinkets, and other objects around, some weird, and a desk, where sat a man, gazing at him blankly. Roxas studied him silently, not knowing what to do.

Did that guy transport him here? Just what the hell was going on?

OOC: I would try to be him, but I think you'll do a better job, as you know more on the story behind the RP.

 

OOC: Okay, I'll do Ansem! Hope I do okay...lol

"I am not a mutant," Zexion said, curtly. "I happen to be born with these powers."
It was a lie, but he was not so willingly to let her know that. For now, it would seem believable. After being an assistant on Ansem's for quite a while, he'd seen several others, and they had powers that were somewhat similar to his...magic, it had been, although his was a power that was an entirely different sort from the others he had seen.
"And since you do not desire a fight, will you follow me...peacefully?"

Ansem had quickly read the clipboard that had appeared in front of him, and he had scarcely finished when he heard a soft swooshing sound. He looked up, to see super soldier number XIII, Roxas.
Standing up, he handed him a black cloak - a uniform he had gotten prepared for the new super soldiers.
"Welcome, Roxas," he said. "I see you have agreed to help us...we thank you for your maganimous service."
He hoped that Roxas had agreed already...but why else would Zexion have sent him here then?