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plot twist for an rp:

she'll build an aging ray and hit all the guaridan's with it. hoping to age them to like grandparent's age only it backfires and ages them all differently. like person A gets aged to high schooler age and person B gets aged to adult. or perhaps everyone gets aged to adulthood

and person B helps build the ray~

Performance Poetry (meant to be performed to a group of people)

Once there was a light. (turn on flashlight)
The light was good and the people loved it. They shared it and life was easy and peaceful.
But then darkness entered the people’s hearts. (hold up ½ the paper to cover flashlight)
The darkness corrupted the people’s hearts; it made them jealous and they began to want the light all to themselves. The people started to fight over the light.
And the darkness grew. (unfold the paper)
As it grew the light began to diminish. (place paper over light)
But it never went out.
As the darkness spread the children of the world; those who had not yet been touched by darkness came together.
“We must save the light.” They said “we must save everyone.”
So they joined power and sacrificed themselves to banish the darkness the save their beloved light. (remove paper from flashlight)
The light shattered into a million pieces and every heart received one shard of light.
The light blessed the hearts of the children who had sacrificed themselves to save it; their hearts would be reborn again and again; the purest of hearts NEVER to be tainted by darkness.
For light resides within each and every heart.
An eternal light that never goes out
And in your darkest hour; that light shines brightest.

Lost in Translation

Ohayou minna-san! O-Genki desu ka?
Hajimemashite; watashi Shoshana desu, Onamae nan desu ka?
Eh? Watashi no toshi? Watashi 'juukyuu desu! Toshi desu ka?
Watashi ikimono honmei? Daisuki inu desu. Demo; neko kawaii nimo!
Shuugaku nihongo nikui datte zakyou!
Ja ne!

Good morning everyone! How are you doing?
It’s nice to meet you! I’m Shoshana, what’s your name?
Eh? My age? I’m 19! How old are you?
My favorite animal? I like dogs. But cats are cute too!
Learning Japanese is hard but fun!
See you later!

おはようみんなさん！おげんきですか。
はじめまして。わたしショシャナです。おなまえなんですか。
え？わたしのとし？わたしじゅうきゅうです。としですか。
わたしいきものほんめい？だいすきいぬです。でも、ねこかわいいにも。
しゅうがくにほんごにくいだってざきょう！
じゃね！

Posting
Kitzu-jama: …and yes Axel and his mouth is to blame for AkuRoku
Keiko503: XD Love how you phrased that.

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Keiko503: …Ooohhh... Really? o.0 I can't believe I didn't see it... but ummm, yeah! Feel free to god mode him, and I'll incorporate it into Roxas' next post from his perspective.
Kitzu-jama: …I'm going to post as Namine, Then Sephy…I'm kinda wondering what zex's reaction to Namine's post is going to be.

This is what I have written so far. wrote it last night before my internet craped out on me. “Namine SCREAMS. An Ear-splitting, Heart-wrenching Scream of terror as she watches Roxas become trapped in a triple combo.”

yea..... I should probably go finish that. ^^;;
Keiko503: …Zexion's reaction to that... XD Oh man, you'll probably find it really funny. I can just imagine it... *sighs dreamily*
I suppose I should go get most of Marly's post done and wait to post it until Yama gets on to post as Saix for now...
Kitzu-jama: …ummmmm maybe I should just post Xemnas's response....you kinda need it before they leave the garden. probably the area.
Keiko503: Yeah... Xemnas' response is kinda really needed... o.0
Kitzu-jama: I'll go post Xemmy I suppose. ^^;;
Keiko503: *working on Roxas post* D'awww... Namine is so cute!
Kitzu-jama: thanks! I tried to make it cute but not...able to be taken the wrong way. I had to pick my words VERY carefully.
Keiko503: XD I'm sure. Awh... I have a feeling that you'll like Roxas post... it probably doesn't help that I'm listening to his battle theme is which just as dramatic as his actual theme song but... yeah...

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Memory Manipulator Namine: who's turn is it to post in the Luca rp anyway?
Who's turn is it to post in the KH rp?
Doutei: …As for your two questions, I think it's not me. I don't have much going on in the KH RP that affects your characters at the moment. And I'm letting Yama post in Luca first.

Guess I'll run along and post in FF though.
Yamashii: …I will post in Luca soon too.
Doutei: I'll go post as Xig and Cid while you work on Sou, Yama. That way our posts don't screw each other up

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Kitzu-jama: …looks good! I'll post it. and I made the moving post so you can start posting with cid and leon when ready!
Doutei: Anyways, done with both my posts. Heh. >D >starts watching Yama type frantically<

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Kitzu-jama: keiko you better post zexion before Saix get's his say... xemmy is in a foul mood. this is your one chance to make things better.
Kinsume: Yama, your post as Cy made me laugh... on the account that he was so WRONG as to why they were buggering off like that
Yamashii: Cypris is pretty fun to post as, it's always fun to play an intelligent jerk.

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Kitzu-jama: …I posted namine and seph btw
Keiko503: I'll try and get on later tonight and post a response as Roxas,

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Kitzu-jama: >crawls on ground like near death< keeeeiiiiiikooooooo >reaches for your leg< axwl wants to pwaaaaaay. postie teh duck?
Yamashii: Whoa, Kitzu turned into a zombie. >creeped out< Watch out Keiko, she'll eat your brain.
Keiko503: D: *creeped out as well*
Help! I'm being chased by a zombie! *runs away*

Okay okay, I'll go come up with a post for Mr. Ducky...
Kitzu-jama: I said NEAR death, not DEAD. XP

hurray! >revives< >dances< ^^
…
Keiko503: But umm... how are we going to finish the battle when Donald needs Mickey's help? We'll get a roast duck otherwise... =.=
Kitzu-jama: well we can um....throw some lemon sauce on him? >bad joke bad joke< actually, we can get it up to the part where Mickey will come save him. that's plausible.

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Memory Manipulator Namine: hey guys! I feel like I should ask permission before I do this so here goes.
I have to write a "found" poem for my poetry class. this means that I find words and phrases and put them together and call it a poem.
I was thinking of randomly jumping around the mole lair and grabbing things out of people's posts.
is that alright with you guys?
Kinsume: that's certainly fine by me! Good luck with your poem
Memory Manipulator Namine: thanks! I think i'm going to make it about posting responses in rp's. XD since we talk about that ALOT (rofl)
Kinsume: We do indeed, we do indeed
Yamashii: Lol that'll be an embarassing poem judging by most of what we say about that. Post it for us when you're done, I'd love to see what you come up with. smile

“I Remember…”
I remember the first time I played a Final Fantasy video game. I had gotten FF8 as a present and my friends and I started playing it immediately. Not that long into the game (the fire cavern with the timed event and boss battle) I realized I was in over my head. Then I met the giant metal crab; a timed boss battle that makes you run from the top of a mountain to the docks that you can’t actually win. I screamed and threw the controller at my friend who laughed and played it for me. I nearly had heart failure. (I’ve now fought that battle on my own several times; I still feel like my heart is going to fail when I do though.)

I remember when I decided to read Dante’s The Divine Comedy for fun so I checked it out of the library. I got halfway through the Inferno before I gave up.

I remember the odd looks (like I was crazy) that my friends gave me when they saw me carrying The Divine Comedy down the school hallway.

I remember completely inappropriate conversations around the lunch table and lots of laughter. (I forgot what we talked about; just that they were inappropriate).

I remember video game slumber parties at Amadea’s house. She provided the wide screen T.V. I provided the PS3 and Vanessa provided the video game skillz. Margo (when she made it) provided the snarky comments about the characters in the game.

I remember laughing so hard my sides hurt and not being able to breathe. I also remember my sister getting close to my face and saying really loudly “BREATHE” which would only make me laugh harder.

I remember late night walks with my dad and the dog; more like late night sniffs since he (the dog) stopped every few feet to sniff something. (We had a beagle: a nose and stomach on four legs).

I remember clean white pages (paper and computer screens) and being terrified of them because I had to write and couldn’t think of what to say.

I remember once writing about how the empty piece of paper was mocking me. A stream of conscious babble that wound up filling up half the page before I knew it.

I remember just sitting and talking with my friends for hours.

I remember themed birthday parties. (pokemon, rainbow, Disney. Everything had to match the theme)

I remember the day my dog died. July 3rd 2008, 10:52 pm. The phone call came in that they had to put him down while in surgery. I was over at a friend’s house for the 4th. At least I had gotten to spend the whole day with him. I kept his collar; I wear it sometimes.

“go on!”

“yea, you can do it!”

“Mother believes in you!” with Zol’s and the rest of the gang’s encouragement and the knowledge that Mother believed in her, Kara makes her way into the store.

Her first reaction is one of awe and disgust. Awe, at all the rare and valuble looking items in the store; Disgust, at the fact that there was no one in sight. No guards, no people, no one in sight.

‘it’s like they are asking to be robbed.’ She thinks annoyed as she looks for something to steal. Her eyes fall on an old leather…no, it couldn’t be leather. At first glance the book with its peeling lettering and binding seems to be made out of leather. A closer look reveals it to be made out of a scaly material of some kind; like lizard hide. Getting closer to it she sneezes as a sense of power grows. Yes, this is what she was going to take, it had to be this book. Not knowing what possessed her, Kara grabs the book and everything goes black.

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Kara wakes up on a real bed and blinks slowly, coming out of a haze. Trying to remember what had happened she realizes that there are no real beds in Home and sits up suddenly looking around.

Sunlight streams through a window above a desk where papers are scattered about. Along one wall is a massive book shelf crammed full of books, overfull in her opinion since books were stacked on top of the ones the fit properly in the shelving. By the desk there looked to be one of the new lights that ran on contained lightening, it would provide light to the room after the sun set. There was also a stool near the bed for a person to sit on.

Kara judged from the fact that there were no bars on the window and the comforting homey feel of the room in general she guessed that the owner of the store hadn’t turned her into the guards and jail.

As if summoned by her thoughts a man enters the room carrying a tray. He was tall with messy short black hair, kind blue-gray eyes and an air of power and mischief around him. His open white tunic revealed a tan muscular chest and his brown pants and boots spoke comfort and practicality.

“You, my little friend, are very, very lucky.” He says in a comforting melodic voice, deep and soothing, when he notices she’s awake. His eyes are serious but he smiles at her as he talks.
Staying silent Kara simply watches him warily, trying to measure up this strange man. He chuckles at her reaction and puts the tray down on the bed.

“If you’re a good girl and let me treat your arm I’ll let you eat my hearty soup. You look like you could use a good meal. Several actually.” He tells her taking the bandages from the tray and reaching for her left arm. It wasn’t until he reached for it that Kara realized there were bandages already on it. Pulling away from him she glares.

“You’re the lucky one. If I hadn’t passed out I’d be long gone with that old book.” She snaps at him, green eyes full of defiance and anger. “Why don’t you have guards like the rest of them?” she demands meaning the other merchants in the market.

He sighs and sits back on the stool set up by the bed. “You are lucky that you merely passed out and got an interesting mark on one arm.” He tells her, “I don’t need guards; the merchandise protects itself. The last five people that tried to steal that book wound up a pile of ash. Now may I please treat your arm?” he answers her patiently.

Kara submits to his treatment as she thinks over what he had told her. If what he said was true then she was very luck indeed to have merely passed out. More troubling was the fact that she was sure the other children and Mother knew about it. They had set her up to die.

“Scum-rolling children of disease infested rats!” she snaps angrily. Sure, she wasn’t’ very good at stealing, and more mouths to feed was always an issue; But to send her to her death? ‘stupid,’ She thinks, ‘of course they would. Ashes don’t need to be fed. And ugly girls that can’t steal are extra baggage they don’t need.’ It occurs to her that the store owner was talking to her.

“What!?” she demands sharply.

“I said judging from your swearing you can’t go back to Home, can you?” he repeats kindly for her. Not the least bit disturbed by her rudeness.

Kara jerks her arm away from him with a snarl. She reaches for the hidden daggers she always wears only to realize they are gone.

“who are you? Where are my daggers…My clothes!? How do you know about Home?” she demands furious, especially when she realizes her shirt was gone, having been replaced by a clean cotton nightgown.

Rescuing the endangered tray of food the owner replies calmly. “I am Fredrick Noir. You and your clothes had lice and fleas. I burned your shirt and shaved your head. I also gave you a bath. Your daggers are on the desk, you may have them later when you are fully recovered. As for Home…” his sparkling eyes go dark and he falls silent. “That’s none of your business.” He finally says. “Now let me finish wrapping your arm.”

Kara looks down at the revealed wound and gasps. Instead of the gaping hole of flesh she was expecting there was an image burned into her flesh. A giant lizard with arms, legs and wings was emblazed on her left arm. Gently she touches it, a feeling of immense power floods her and she quickly takes her fingers away from it.

“What is it?” she asks Fredrick allowing him access to her arm once more. He looks into her eyes surprised.

“You tried to steal Draconis Conscientia and you don’t know what a dragon is?” he asks her seriously.

“no sir. I was simply drawn to it…what did you call it?” she says honestly. Sighing deeply Fredrick shakes his head.

“Draconis Conscientia. It means Dragon Knowledge. That book was written by dragons, about dragons, for humans.” He explains kindly. “if you really want to know about dragons you should read the book. Basically, they are powerful, magical creatures with vast knowledge and intelligence…” he trails off realizing that Kara was thinking rather then listening again. He finishes wrapping her arm and waits for her to speak.

“Kara Marie Draconis.” She finally says looking up at him.
He chuckles, she wanted a last name, of course. “you mean Dracona.” He tells her pushing the soup at her. “it’s the female version of Draconis.”

Kara picks up the spoon and takes a scoop. “Kara Marie Dracona.” She says staring at the chunks of potato in the soup. “Kara Marie Dracona.” She nods liking the sound of that and begins to eat the soup.

Chuckling softly at the funny new apprentice he had taken on, Fredrick Noir closes the door to her room and leaves her alone with her thoughts.

create-a-character part 2

Closest Friend: Fredrick Noir, her mentor and guardian, is also Kara’s only human friend. He is around 38-40ish. He has short black messy hair, sparkling blue-gray eyes and tan skin. He’s about 5’5” and wear comfortable clothes rather than fancy ones. His favorite outfit is a white loose tunic that open’s in the front to reveal his chest, loose brown pants tucked into his practical sturdy brown boots. The only jewelry he wears is a single earring in his left ear, a ruby drop that glitters magic to the trained eye, and two rings, one on each hand. His belt is made of leather and cord and decorated with polished stones rather than precious gems or metals. He’s friendly, easy-going and emits an aura of power.

Job/profession: Kara stares out a street kid in the care of Mother. She learns to steal from Zol, Mother’s favorite child and leader of Lightening, the street thieves that prowl the city and marketplace. After she meets Fredrick she apprentices under him and learns how to be a merchant and a ninja. As she learns more of the ninja arts she becomes a better thief. Later in life (age 18 ) she will be a full-fledged ninja thief.

Anger/Mad: Kara hates being betrayed. She will most likely seek revenge in all cases of betrayal except one very special case (Mother’s betrayal). She hates those who live extravagantly while people starve. She hates all nobles because she sees them spending money on useless things while people starve. When she sees things like that she gets mad. Normally she’ll try and steal from them but if a confrontation happens she’ll attack verbally. Despite what she says, she’ll never kill anyone.

Embarrassed: Kara get’s defensive and rude when embarrassed; She’ll either attack verbally, attack physically or a mixture of both when embarrassed in front of a group.

“I saw you! You can’t deny it!” Zol says loudly pointing an accusing finger at Kara. The other children look up and drift over to form a circle around the two of them.

“Liar! I didn’t! You just wants more food fer yourself! That’s why youse trying to spread them nasties about me!” Kara snaps back using the slang for rumors as she turns red at the accusation.

“I know what I saw, Meretrix!” Zol spits out the word for a women who shares men’s beds at Kara. “you was giving yur munchies to a dog! We hasn’t enough to feed us, much less them 4-legged beggers!” he snaps at her.

Instead of responding to a claim she knew was true, she had given some of her food to a dog, Kara lunges at him calling “leastways I don’t sleep with Mother! Youse more meretrix than I!” The ring of watchers hoots and hollars as the brawlers exchange blows and insults. Finally Mother pokes her head out of the door to see what the noise is.

“Here now! You know we haven’t money enough for a healer! What’s this brawl about?!” she demands wading into the circle and pulling the fighters apart.

At the same time Zol and Kara point to each other and say, “S/He called me a Meretrix!”

Red with shame and embarrassment, knowing that Mother was going to side with Zol, Kara kicks him and snaps, “I was wrong! It’s an insult to call you that! AN INSULT TO ALL MERETRIX!” wrenching free of Mother’s hold Kara races off, tears glistening in her eyes.

create-a-character part 1
Name: Kara Marie Dracona (she gets her middle and last name in the story)

Age: 9

Place of birth/present home environment/where she spends time: Kara was born in the slums of Terra’s capital city. After the Plague and the Earthquakes she finds herself homeless, orphaned and vulnerable. She spends most of her time in the city’s marketplace. After she runs into Fredrick she splits her time 50/50 between his shop and the marketplace.

Family (living and dead): Mother: Marie, age 18 at time of death. She died from the combined effects of the plague and childbirth occurring at the same time and not having a healer to help with the birth. Father: Liam, age 36 at time of death. He died when an earthquake caused their house to collapse while he was still inside it. Slum Mother: her real name and age are unknown. Everyone calls her Mother and she looks to be about 40-50ish. But due to the hard life in the slums, it’s impossible to know if she didn’t age early if that’s how old she really is. She looks after and takes care of the Slum’s orphans in a run-down cul-de-sac called Home. Her favorite child is a boy named Zol who leads the group the thieves, Lightening. Fredrick Noir: the 40 year old owner of a magic artifact shop. He finds Kara passed out in his shop clutching a book on dragons and takes her in. Upon hearing that she’s been kicked out of Home, he lets her stay with him as his apprentice.

Appearance: When cleaned up Kara has long white hair, tan skin, and lively green eyes. When the story starts Kara’s hair is a tangled mess that looks like it has never been taken care of or cut. It has a brownish-greenish-reddish hue to it due to the plant’s she uses as a pillow and the dirt around her. The red comes from old blood; some spots are darker than others, leaving the question of whose blood it is. Her’s or someone she got into a fight with. There are twigs and leaves tangled in the long locks. The only nice thing is a crown of pink flowering vines she wove together and wears.

Her clothes consist of a single overly large t-shirt that used to be white. Living on the streets and never washing it has caused the shirt to become gray all over with a brownish bottom and various colored stains on it. There are rips in various places on it, although none in any “scandalous” spots. Her shoes like her shirt are overly large giving her the appearance of having feet 3 sizes too big.

Her eyes are dead with a look of someone who has seen all the troubles and sorrows of the world. She looks extremely mal-nourished and short.

Talents: Kara is good at stealing. She’s small, agile, and looks ready to drop dead at any moment. This means that people won’t remember her or they won’t think she’d have the energy to steal from them. She has quick hands and quick eyes and is the right height to reach a hand into a hanging coin purse and out quickly making it easier to pick pockets. In the story she’s still learning and is not very good at it yet.