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			<title>The Ancient Tale of Darkness and Twilight(A Sephiroth2 and Kingdomkeylight rp)</title>
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			<pubDate>Fri, 13 Nov 2009 19:13:38 GMT</pubDate>
			<description><![CDATA[*_2 Days Tell Rebirth_*

"Damn it all" the seventeen year old yelled as he tried to warm himself up from the intense cold. His thoughts weren't really on the fact he was freezing but on the fact his whole life sucked big time. Taces looked to the side of the port he was waiting for a friend of his to show up. Though the friend begged Taces to just come over to his house Taces wouldn't have any of it. he didn't need to be a bother on there lifes.

"Where are you Slief you said ten am sharp" Taces said talking to himself. he and Sleif had made a date for a little practice dual of course this little match was secret so they wouldnt... well so Sleif didn't get introuble with his parents or both of them with Aro. Taces had no parents they had abandoned him on this world to start a new life a long time ago.

"Okay theres no way he going to have a excuse for this" Taces said bringing out his shield as he decided to wait for another twelve minutes.
................................... 

"Ah the sounds of peace and quiet dont get that often here" Gears said to himself inside the huge container. He was working on his guard Ragnet a eco powered robot that had been in do date for some tuning most of the time he found to work on his machines one of the members would show up.

"then again give it a minute and most likely one of them will pop up" gears said to himslef as ragnets eyes followed his masters hand.

"there we go that should do it I should get some work onto my latest one" Gears said looking behind him were a gigantic cloth could be seen covering something huge.

"Maybe later We are about to have meeting soon then again if I am late one of them will come get me" Gears said moving into the shrouds of the cloth.
................................... 

"Is this even accurate" Stras asked as he looked at the latest gummi ships result. The man asking was at lest 5.9 ft tall with white hair. His looks were that of a tired person who had been forced out of bed.

"Ya well we were hoping you could deliver it to one of the leaders while on your way to Central" The women responded.

"Ya why not I am seeing one of the twins today anyways to report some stuff" Stras said walking out of the building a toward the worlds capital building were the main Keyblade Academy HQ was.]]></description>
			<content:encoded><![CDATA[<div><b><i><u>2 Days Tell Rebirth</u></i></b><br />
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<font color="Silver">&quot;Damn it all&quot; the seventeen year old yelled as he tried to warm himself up from the intense cold. His thoughts weren't really on the fact he was freezing but on the fact his whole life sucked big time. Taces looked to the side of the port he was waiting for a friend of his to show up. Though the friend begged Taces to just come over to his house Taces wouldn't have any of it. he didn't need to be a bother on there lifes.<br />
<br />
&quot;Where are you Slief you said ten am sharp&quot; Taces said talking to himself. he and Sleif had made a date for a little practice dual of course this little match was secret so they wouldnt... well so Sleif didn't get introuble with his parents or both of them with Aro. Taces had no parents they had abandoned him on this world to start a new life a long time ago.<br />
<br />
&quot;Okay theres no way he going to have a excuse for this&quot; Taces said bringing out his shield as he decided to wait for another twelve minutes.</font><br />
................................... <br />
<br />
<font color="Red">&quot;Ah the sounds of peace and quiet dont get that often here&quot; Gears said to himself inside the huge container. He was working on his guard Ragnet a eco powered robot that had been in do date for some tuning most of the time he found to work on his machines one of the members would show up.<br />
<br />
&quot;then again give it a minute and most likely one of them will pop up&quot; gears said to himslef as ragnets eyes followed his masters hand.<br />
<br />
&quot;there we go that should do it I should get some work onto my latest one&quot; Gears said looking behind him were a gigantic cloth could be seen covering something huge.<br />
<br />
&quot;Maybe later We are about to have meeting soon then again if I am late one of them will come get me&quot; Gears said moving into the shrouds of the cloth.</font><br />
................................... <br />
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&quot;Is this even accurate&quot; Stras asked as he looked at the latest gummi ships result. The man asking was at lest 5.9 ft tall with white hair. His looks were that of a tired person who had been forced out of bed.<br />
<br />
&quot;Ya well we were hoping you could deliver it to one of the leaders while on your way to Central&quot; The women responded.<br />
<br />
&quot;Ya why not I am seeing one of the twins today anyways to report some stuff&quot; Stras said walking out of the building a toward the worlds capital building were the main Keyblade Academy HQ was.</div>

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			<title>Scum of Mankind - A KH Outlaw Roleplay</title>
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			<pubDate>Thu, 12 Nov 2009 03:17:18 GMT</pubDate>
			<description><![CDATA[Sign ups and OOC's: http://forums.khinsider.com/signup-out-character-threads/138296-scum-mankind-kh-outlaw-roleplay.html
 
Story:
 
An Alternate Universe, devoid of Sora, Donald, Goofy, Mickey Riku, all of these people.
 
This universe still, however, like every Universe, has the Keyblades. These Keyblades, too, have their masters. They protected many worlds from the Heartless and Nobodies, as do all Keyblade Masters in separate Universes.
 
The King of DisneyImage: http://images.intellitxt.com/ast/adTypes/2.gif  (http://forums.khinsider.com/signup-out-character-threads/138296-scum-mankind-kh-outlaw-roleplay.html) Castle has perished of natural causes after a long successful, reign, bringing peace to the world, and annihilating most Nobody&#8217;s, the Keybladers last job is to destroy the remaining Nobodies, then continue to fight the last dwindling group of Heartless. But, something has been hiding in the shadow&#8217;s all along, pulling the strings, whispering into politicians ears, whispering to the leaders of each separate world. With the King dead, and no heir to the throne, chaos erupts everywhere, worlds wage war on each other for the power that is the Throne of Disney Castle. Amidst the chaos, this strange entity rose up above all the worlds, snaking his way through the underground of each of the worlds, destroying them from underneath. 
 
He took over the throne without barely anyone noticing. The rumor spread of victor, and it proved true. The strange entities first order of business:
 
Total Lockdown of Every Single World.
 
After overtaking the thrown, the people underneath him, his strange army of evil shadows, enveloped all these worlds in darkness, communications and transport halted, and were left at a standstill. Confusion and anger erupted in each world, and civil war erupted in most worlds, people trying to fight for a way to be free, and away from these evil beings of darkness, very much different from Heartless.
 
These strange beings had no name, constantly referred to as &#8220;Darkness&#8221; or &#8220;Pure Evil&#8221; depending on who you asked. They usually took on the form of faceless cloaked figures, with no feet, their cloak tattered and torn at the bottom, seemingly floating on the ground. Their powers varied between them, no way of telling who was superior among them.
 
But what about the Keybladers? They were around during the fight for power, trying to quell the fighting, and were separated. But they began to be captured as each world was taken over. All harbored into one place, the jail cells of Disney Castle. Only, it isn&#8217;t Disney Castle anymore, it&#8217;s more commonly called:
 
Hell.
 
The horrors inside this twisted castle of death would leave most people torn and scarred for their whole lives. Their Keyblades sealed away, they have to find a way to escape from the Prison, free the worlds, and lead a universal assault against the Darkness, the only way to &#8220;unlock&#8221; these planets, is to harness the power of Light, TwilightImage: http://images.intellitxt.com/ast/adTypes/2.gif  (http://forums.khinsider.com/signup-out-character-threads/138296-scum-mankind-kh-outlaw-roleplay.html) and Dark all into one, and force it through the barrier, freeing the planet, and allowing a fighting chance at liberating each planet.
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Disney Castle is quickly growing into a fading memory. The last remnants of the safe haven for many completley changed. The guest rooms now hold prisoners, placed there for mindless torture. Sometimes people are brought in here for information, sometimes tehy're brought in here just to cause despair and and hopelessness in what they call filth. They are neither light nor dark, they aren't anything or nothing. How they became to be is a complete mystery. They usually take the form of shapeless, cloaked figures. What ever lies behind those black as night cloaks too, is a mystery. They might be horrible, grotesque figures, or maybe they are just like that so people have something to fear. Whatever these strange things are, they must be destroyed. They have been given many a name, just to send chills down adults and childrens spines, but they are most commonly referred to as simply, "The Impure"

They are less than the Nobodies, but are twice as cunning, ruthless and evil. The dark hand of their leader has stretched far, almost completley covering the entire universe. The takeover was quick, unexpected, and now, no one can leave their world, or travel anywhere at all, all the planets have been sent into total lockdown, by a strange force created by The Impure.

Some tried to stand up to The Impure, but do to the Clash of Worlds for the throne of Disney Castle, the worlds were quick, and easily defeated. Those who tried to fight back were known commonly as "Keybladers" wielding the powerful spectrum of Light, Twilight and Dark. They fought valiantly, but in the end, failed. They were imprisoned by the Impure, trapped in a cell together, bound in by their strange magic. This strange power even had the capability of shutting down their ability to summon their Keyblades. With seemingly no way to escape, the Keybladers have to begin to accept their grim fate, periodically tortured, kept on the brink of life, just so they can be tortured again.
-----------------------------------------------------------

Kai landed with a crashing thump back in the cell of the impure, in too much pain to get up. The room was small, barely enough room for the small group. There were half as many beds as their were people, and no toilets. Every now and then, The Impure would let them out and guide them to a bathroom, where they went in individually, and got to do their business. Kai rolled onto his back, watching the shapeless figure drift down the hall. The worst part about the cell was probably it's location. At the end of the hall the Keybladers could see The Impure drift slowly down the hall. Whatever they came down for they never knew, but it was usually to take one of them to torture, or to give the pathatic mush that supposedly passes for food.

Kai sat up slowly, wincing from the pain, and eventually stood up, ready to begin his daily routine. A limped over to the door, and clenched his right hand into a fist. He brought it up, darkness surrounding his fist. He punched, but darkness from the steel bars itself absorbed the blow, cushioning the blow to a simple tap. Kai punched over and over, each punch getting progressivley weaker. The irony of the cage was most likely the steel door. The magic placed upon the bars was magical, but the way to open it was with a key, with a small keyhole. It would be no problem for a Keyblade, if only the Keybladers could summon them.

"Dammit..." Kai said, collapsing onto his side. He looked at his fellow Keybladers, his friends, and sighed, a dissapointing, helpless sigh. His eyes were cloudy, any form of happiness gone. Kai had turned merely into a shell of his former self.]]></description>
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<font size="3"><font color="#000000"><font face="Times New Roman">An Alternate Universe, devoid of Sora, Donald, Goofy, Mickey Riku, all of these people.</font></font></font><br />
 <br />
<font size="3"><font face="Times New Roman"><font color="#000000">This universe still, however, like every Universe, has the Keyblades. These Keyblades, too, have their masters. They protected many worlds from the Heartless and Nobodies, as do all Keyblade Masters in separate Universes.</font></font></font><br />
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<font face="Times New Roman"><font size="3"><font color="#000000">The King of <a href="http://forums.khinsider.com/signup-out-character-threads/138296-scum-mankind-kh-outlaw-roleplay.html" target="_blank">Disney<img src="http://images.intellitxt.com/ast/adTypes/2.gif" border="0" alt="" /></a> Castle has perished of natural causes after a long successful, reign, bringing peace to the world, and annihilating most Nobody&#8217;s, the Keybladers last job is to destroy the remaining Nobodies, then continue to fight the last dwindling group of Heartless. But, something has been hiding in the shadow&#8217;s all along, pulling the strings, whispering into politicians ears, whispering to the leaders of each separate world. With the King dead, and no heir to the throne, chaos erupts everywhere, worlds wage war on each other for the power that is the Throne of Disney Castle. Amidst the chaos, this strange entity rose up above all the worlds, snaking his way through the underground of each of the worlds, destroying them from underneath. </font></font></font><br />
 <br />
<font face="Times New Roman"><font size="3"><font color="#000000">He took over the throne without barely anyone noticing. The rumor spread of victor, and it proved true. The strange entities first order of business:</font></font></font><br />
 <br />
<font face="Times New Roman"><font size="3"><font color="#000000">Total Lockdown of Every Single World.</font></font></font><br />
 <br />
<font face="Times New Roman"><font size="3"><font color="#000000">After overtaking the thrown, the people underneath him, his strange army of evil shadows, enveloped all these worlds in darkness, communications and transport halted, and were left at a standstill. Confusion and anger erupted in each world, and civil war erupted in most worlds, people trying to fight for a way to be free, and away from these evil beings of darkness, very much different from Heartless.</font></font></font><br />
 <br />
<font face="Times New Roman"><font size="3"><font color="#000000">These strange beings had no name, constantly referred to as &#8220;Darkness&#8221; or &#8220;Pure Evil&#8221; depending on who you asked. They usually took on the form of faceless cloaked figures, with no feet, their cloak tattered and torn at the bottom, seemingly floating on the ground. Their powers varied between them, no way of telling who was superior among them.</font></font></font><br />
 <br />
<font face="Times New Roman"><font size="3"><font color="#000000">But what about the Keybladers? They were around during the fight for power, trying to quell the fighting, and were separated. But they began to be captured as each world was taken over. All harbored into one place, the jail cells of Disney Castle. Only, it isn&#8217;t Disney Castle anymore, it&#8217;s more commonly called:</font></font></font><br />
 <br />
<font face="Times New Roman"><font size="3"><font color="#000000">Hell.</font></font></font><br />
 <br />
<font face="Times New Roman"><font size="3"><font color="#000000">The horrors inside this twisted castle of death would leave most people torn and scarred for their whole lives. Their Keyblades sealed away, they have to find a way to escape from the Prison, free the worlds, and lead a universal assault against the Darkness, the only way to &#8220;unlock&#8221; these planets, is to harness the power of Light, <a href="http://forums.khinsider.com/signup-out-character-threads/138296-scum-mankind-kh-outlaw-roleplay.html" target="_blank">Twilight<img src="http://images.intellitxt.com/ast/adTypes/2.gif" border="0" alt="" /></a> and Dark all into one, and force it through the barrier, freeing the planet, and allowing a fighting chance at liberating each planet.</font></font></font><br />
<font face="Times New Roman"><font size="3"><font color="#000000">-----------------------------------------------</font></font></font><br />
<font face="Times New Roman"><font size="2"><font color="#000000">Disney Castle is quickly growing into a fading memory. The last remnants of the safe haven for many completley changed. The guest rooms now hold prisoners, placed there for mindless torture. Sometimes people are brought in here for information, sometimes tehy're brought in here just to cause despair and and hopelessness in what they call filth. They are neither light nor dark, they aren't anything or nothing. How they became to be is a complete mystery. They usually take the form of shapeless, cloaked figures. What ever lies behind those black as night cloaks too, is a mystery. They might be horrible, grotesque figures, or maybe they are just like that so people have something to fear. Whatever these strange things are, they must be destroyed. They have been given many a name, just to send chills down adults and childrens spines, but they are most commonly referred to as simply, &quot;The Impure&quot;</font></font></font><br />
<br />
<font face="Times New Roman"><font size="2"><font color="#000000">They are less than the Nobodies, but are twice as cunning, ruthless and evil. The dark hand of their leader has stretched far, almost completley covering the entire universe. The takeover was quick, unexpected, and now, no one can leave their world, or travel anywhere at all, all the planets have been sent into total lockdown, by a strange force created by The Impure.</font></font></font><br />
<br />
<font face="Times New Roman"><font size="2"><font color="#000000">Some tried to stand up to The Impure, but do to the Clash of Worlds for the throne of Disney Castle, the worlds were quick, and easily defeated. Those who tried to fight back were known commonly as &quot;Keybladers&quot; wielding the powerful spectrum of Light, Twilight and Dark. They fought valiantly, but in the end, failed. They were imprisoned by the Impure, trapped in a cell together, bound in by their strange magic. This strange power even had the capability of shutting down their ability to summon their Keyblades. With seemingly no way to escape, the Keybladers have to begin to accept their grim fate, periodically tortured, kept on the brink of life, just so they can be tortured again.</font></font></font><br />
<font face="Times New Roman"><font size="2"><font color="#000000">-----------------------------------------------------------</font></font></font><br />
<br />
<font face="Times New Roman"><font size="2"><font color="#000000">Kai landed with a crashing thump back in the cell of the impure, in too much pain to get up. The room was small, barely enough room for the small group. There were half as many beds as their were people, and no toilets. Every now and then, The Impure would let them out and guide them to a bathroom, where they went in individually, and got to do their business. Kai rolled onto his back, watching the shapeless figure drift down the hall. The worst part about the cell was probably it's location. At the end of the hall the Keybladers could see The Impure drift slowly down the hall. Whatever they came down for they never knew, but it was usually to take one of them to torture, or to give the pathatic mush that supposedly passes for food.</font></font></font><br />
<br />
<font face="Times New Roman"><font size="2"><font color="#000000">Kai sat up slowly, wincing from the pain, and eventually stood up, ready to begin his daily routine. A limped over to the door, and clenched his right hand into a fist. He brought it up, darkness surrounding his fist. He punched, but darkness from the steel bars itself absorbed the blow, cushioning the blow to a simple tap. Kai punched over and over, each punch getting progressivley weaker. The irony of the cage was most likely the steel door. The magic placed upon the bars was magical, but the way to open it was with a key, with a small keyhole. It would be no problem for a Keyblade, if only the Keybladers could summon them.</font></font></font><br />
<br />
<font face="Times New Roman"><font size="2"><font color="#000000">&quot;Dammit...&quot; Kai said, collapsing onto his side. He looked at his fellow Keybladers, his friends, and sighed, a dissapointing, helpless sigh. His eyes were cloudy, any form of happiness gone. Kai had turned merely into a shell of his former self.</font></font></font></div>

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			<dc:creator>Smoofy</dc:creator>
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			<title>One Piece : The Grand Age of Pirates!</title>
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			<pubDate>Thu, 12 Nov 2009 01:27:28 GMT</pubDate>
			<description><![CDATA[All was peaceful today, which is odd usually Miyuki's days were filled with stress, work, stress, work, chocolate, and more stress. The young admiral placed her feet comfortably on her large table, she leaned back on her chair and tipped her hat to cover her face. Miyuki exhaled peacefully and got about 3 seconds of relaxation, opening on of her eyes she sensed someone approached her office, quickly yet calmly she removed her feet and hat. Staring intently at the door as it opened to reveal a young marine carrying some paperwork, grimacing at the sight of the dreaded paper she signaled him to come over. As the marine walked over he handed her the paper and refrained from making a cheesy pick-up line. 

"What are these for?" She said finally startling the poor marine, "M-ma'am-" He salutes her, "-The World Government is requesting for more armed forces, apparently Admirals aren't enough-" Chuckling lightly at his joke he was only met with her glare, he straightened up quickly, "-They wish to find more Shichibukai." Smirking slightly she shook her head, "They expect me to find Shichibukai? I'm afraid I must deny this, I do not wish to deal with Pirates.." 

Meanwhile, in the West Blue all was not calm. A poor ship adorned with a jolly roger of a skull with an eye patch with two swords crossing it and a knife in it's mouth. The water roared and smashed against the ship, and the ship itself was tossed around with ease. A man stood at the crows nest overlooking the storm with a large smile on his face, "Oy! Captain! I don't see an end to this storm!" Much like his father, Tomi Roronoa enjoyed dangerous feats. What doesn't kill you makes you stronger. 

Unsheathing two of his swords he leaped from the crows nest and sliced a giant wave that was looming over the ship. The massive wall of water was sliced in half and fell down. Tomi landed safely on the ship, "How's that Captain?"]]></description>
			<content:encoded><![CDATA[<div>All was peaceful today, which is odd usually Miyuki's days were filled with stress, work, stress, work, chocolate, and more stress. The young admiral placed her feet comfortably on her large table, she leaned back on her chair and tipped her hat to cover her face. Miyuki exhaled peacefully and got about 3 seconds of relaxation, opening on of her eyes she sensed someone approached her office, quickly yet calmly she removed her feet and hat. Staring intently at the door as it opened to reveal a young marine carrying some paperwork, grimacing at the sight of the dreaded paper she signaled him to come over. As the marine walked over he handed her the paper and refrained from making a cheesy pick-up line. <br />
<br />
&quot;What are these for?&quot; She said finally startling the poor marine, &quot;M-ma'am-&quot; He salutes her, &quot;-The World Government is requesting for more armed forces, apparently Admirals aren't enough-&quot; Chuckling lightly at his joke he was only met with her glare, he straightened up quickly, &quot;-They wish to find more Shichibukai.&quot; Smirking slightly she shook her head, &quot;They expect me to find Shichibukai? I'm afraid I must deny this, I do not wish to deal with Pirates..&quot; <br />
<br />
Meanwhile, in the West Blue all was not calm. A poor ship adorned with a jolly roger of a skull with an eye patch with two swords crossing it and a knife in it's mouth. The water roared and smashed against the ship, and the ship itself was tossed around with ease. A man stood at the crows nest overlooking the storm with a large smile on his face, &quot;Oy! Captain! I don't see an end to this storm!&quot; Much like his father, Tomi Roronoa enjoyed dangerous feats. What doesn't kill you makes you stronger. <br />
<br />
Unsheathing two of his swords he leaped from the crows nest and sliced a giant wave that was looming over the ship. The massive wall of water was sliced in half and fell down. Tomi landed safely on the ship, &quot;How's that Captain?&quot;</div>

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			<dc:creator>King Wolfe</dc:creator>
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			<title>Virtual Pokemon: The Next Generation</title>
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			<pubDate>Sat, 07 Nov 2009 00:27:04 GMT</pubDate>
			<description><![CDATA[~ Zero Terrum ~

"Hello, this is Zero Terrum sending you this message of a virtual reality game of Pokemon. Max, my brother, and I have developed this game to all who wish to join. We want to bring in new comers into the game to have fun and enjoy it. We'll be expecting some of you to become champions soon like are many other ranks of our current champs. Me and my brother are on the high braccaks of the virtual game. The true champions. I myself as a Frontier Brain and my brother Max as the Elite Four Champ. We wish the best of luck to any new comers and to those who are already playing the game. This is Zero Terrum signing off."

After the message sent out Zero sat down rubbing his templates of his head from coming out of the game. "Man, two challenges today and a whole lot of training sessions." Zero said. "Surprised to not see Max out yet from his station. And Xeon......can't believe he went off to a different region instead of going through the one he was in now. Such a stubborn kid." Zero sat down in his reclininer chair and poured in some tea and watched his computer screens to monetor the other gamers in his room. "Well, looks like we already have some more newcomers. Well better give out the welcome committee." Zero said putting on his head set.

He uses this to put out a digital message to newcomers who've just entered the game. "Hello! And welcome to the Virtual World of Pokemon. Just follow the rules of the game and we'll have no problems. If you have any questions please do use your P*DA's, Poke Gears, or your Poke Navs to call me or my brother Max. We are listed into them to be your helpful guide. But the most important rules for you to know is to have fun, be kind to others in the game, and go out there and win!" Zero finished his message and took off his headset. "Man, getting sick and tired of saying that. But like Max said, 'Showing how nice and kind you are will bring in more attention to this game.' Yeah I guess he has a point there." After his little grumble he went back to checking the monitors of his computer screens as he took a sip of tea from his cup.

~ Xeon Terrum ~

In Cherrygrove City in the Johto region of the virtual pokemon world, Xeon was examing the area and looking around. "Hmm, looks like Zero logged off. Can't find him in my P*DA list of those who logged in. But it looks like there are some new comers." Xeon gave out a sigh and shook his head. "Man, ever since Max and Zero put out this game for everyone, this place has been getting more and more new comers by the hour. This place is getting as popular as World of WarCraft and the Sims."

He stopped by to the Pokemon Center and walked up to the counter. "Hello! Nurse Joy! I have some Pokemon that need some help!" Xeon said. Just then a Chansey and a red headed women in a nurses outfit came up to him. "Hello and welcome." She said with a smile. "I'm the Nurse Joy of Cherrygrove City. You said you have pokemon that need some assitance?" Xeon nodded and handed her three pokeballs. "Yes Nurse Joy, all three of them need their daily check up today. So do you mind?" he said to her.

"Nope, I'll check on them right away! Just wait here and Chansey will hand your Pokemon back to you." Nurse Joy said to him. "Chansey!" said the pink egg shaped pokemon that was wearing a nurse's hat. "Okay, thank you then." Xeon said. He walked out into the waiting room in front and looked out to see many other trainers were in here as well. "I'm betting some of these guys are newbies." Xeon sighed out.]]></description>
			<content:encoded><![CDATA[<div><font color="DarkSlateGray">~ Zero Terrum ~<br />
<br />
&quot;Hello, this is Zero Terrum sending you this message of a virtual reality game of Pokemon. Max, my brother, and I have developed this game to all who wish to join. We want to bring in new comers into the game to have fun and enjoy it. We'll be expecting some of you to become champions soon like are many other ranks of our current champs. Me and my brother are on the high braccaks of the virtual game. The true champions. I myself as a Frontier Brain and my brother Max as the Elite Four Champ. We wish the best of luck to any new comers and to those who are already playing the game. This is Zero Terrum signing off.&quot;<br />
<br />
After the message sent out Zero sat down rubbing his templates of his head from coming out of the game. &quot;Man, two challenges today and a whole lot of training sessions.&quot; Zero said. &quot;Surprised to not see Max out yet from his station. And Xeon......can't believe he went off to a different region instead of going through the one he was in now. Such a stubborn kid.&quot; Zero sat down in his reclininer chair and poured in some tea and watched his computer screens to monetor the other gamers in his room. &quot;Well, looks like we already have some more newcomers. Well better give out the welcome committee.&quot; Zero said putting on his head set.<br />
<br />
He uses this to put out a digital message to newcomers who've just entered the game. &quot;Hello! And welcome to the Virtual World of Pokemon. Just follow the rules of the game and we'll have no problems. If you have any questions please do use your P*DA's, Poke Gears, or your Poke Navs to call me or my brother Max. We are listed into them to be your helpful guide. But the most important rules for you to know is to have fun, be kind to others in the game, and go out there and win!&quot; Zero finished his message and took off his headset. &quot;Man, getting sick and tired of saying that. But like Max said, 'Showing how nice and kind you are will bring in more attention to this game.' Yeah I guess he has a point there.&quot; After his little grumble he went back to checking the monitors of his computer screens as he took a sip of tea from his cup.</font><br />
<br />
<font color="DimGray">~ Xeon Terrum ~<br />
<br />
In Cherrygrove City in the Johto region of the virtual pokemon world, Xeon was examing the area and looking around. &quot;Hmm, looks like Zero logged off. Can't find him in my P*DA list of those who logged in. But it looks like there are some new comers.&quot; Xeon gave out a sigh and shook his head. &quot;Man, ever since Max and Zero put out this game for everyone, this place has been getting more and more new comers by the hour. This place is getting as popular as World of WarCraft and the Sims.&quot;<br />
<br />
He stopped by to the Pokemon Center and walked up to the counter. &quot;Hello! Nurse Joy! I have some Pokemon that need some help!&quot; Xeon said. Just then a Chansey and a red headed women in a nurses outfit came up to him. &quot;Hello and welcome.&quot; She said with a smile. &quot;I'm the Nurse Joy of Cherrygrove City. You said you have pokemon that need some assitance?&quot; Xeon nodded and handed her three pokeballs. &quot;Yes Nurse Joy, all three of them need their daily check up today. So do you mind?&quot; he said to her.<br />
<br />
&quot;Nope, I'll check on them right away! Just wait here and Chansey will hand your Pokemon back to you.&quot; Nurse Joy said to him. &quot;Chansey!&quot; said the pink egg shaped pokemon that was wearing a nurse's hat. &quot;Okay, thank you then.&quot; Xeon said. He walked out into the waiting room in front and looked out to see many other trainers were in here as well. &quot;I'm betting some of these guys are newbies.&quot; Xeon sighed out.</font></div>

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			<title>Higurashi No Naku Koro Ni: Sedai (A Murder Mystery)</title>
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			<pubDate>Fri, 06 Nov 2009 16:30:03 GMT</pubDate>
			<description><![CDATA[Higurashi No Naku Koro Ni Sedai
When the Cicadas Cry: Generation

Hinamizawa, a peaceful secluded village set in Japan, with a deadly secret. The year 1983 brought many tragedies to seven teenagers, Rika, Satoko, Keiichi, Rena, Mion and Shion. Hinamizawa Syndrome struck all of them that year, murdering them slowly one by one until all of Hinamizawa suffered from the disease, resulting in the villages ultimate termination.
Though, time seemed to repeat again and again and again, for over 100 years. They were all given chances, one life after another until mysteries began to be solved and in the end, Hinamizawa was saved by that horrible year of 1983.
Rika Furuude, the daughter of the Furuude Nobles, and the queen carrier of the Disease, Hinamizawa Syndrome. After her mother and father had passed, Rika was given the status of queen carrier and if she were to be killed, all of Hinamizawa would become a calamity and become another village of ruins, and nothing more. 
Miyo Takano, believed to just be Hinamizawa&#8217;s friendly town nurse was behind all of the deaths, and she knew very well what would happen if Rika were to be killed, and that was her goal. Kill Rika Furuude to prove the theory.
Eventually, after 100 years of torment, Rika was able to get her friends to trust her and together, they all stopped Takano&#8217;s killing rampage. 
The year 1983 was finally over, and everyone was finally able to move on with their lives.
Though, in the year 2008, Takano came back, fed up with every ounce of treatment she had been put under, she would end her rivalry with Rika Furuude forever.
The Watangashi Festival of 2008 was brutal, and Takano took out revenge on anyone she could get her hands on, and even had a team behind her antics, killing those who she couldn&#8217;t.
It ended with a show down between Rika and Miyo, with Rika&#8217;s 12 year old daughter, Nana, watching, waiting desperately for her mother to leave the fight safely so they could go on with their lives. 
Unfortunately, things didn&#8217;t end as anticipated. 
Rika died later that night, revealing to Nana her role in Hinamizawa Syndrome, and what Nana&#8217;s role in the disease was from that point on.
Nana was the queen carrier of Hinamizawa Syndrome, and if these murders continued, and she were killed, Hinamizawa would be doomed forever&#8230;

Even one year later, the murders continued, but as of two weeks before the Watangashi Festival of 2009, a dead silence act was pulled and no murders were commited. 

Everyone is scared half to death, and the symptoms of Hinamizawa have been rising because of it, though, the festivities of the Watangashi Festival are still scheduled to happen regardless of these gruesome murders.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

Hiding behind a wall, breathing as silently as she could, Nana Furuude watched out for others who could be after her. Clutching her gun in hand, she slowly peaked looking to see if the coast was clear. 
Then, she made a run for it, keeping her target glass at eye level looking to see if anybody suspicious passed her sight. 
She felt a quick shot of pressure in her thigh and fell over.
&#8220;D-DAMMIT!&#8221; She shouted, as she hit the ground, inspecting her leg, red liquid staining her school dress.
---
Back in the Irie clinic, despite the owners being dead, the new employees were doing a fine job of keeping the place up and running, and they were good at what they did.
Including the new head, Szayel Aporro Grantz.
He was still young, though, his past was as dark as any resident in Hinamizawa, having murdered his own brother after they had arrived home from college to find their parents and infant sister dead. 
He was able to defeat the ghost of his past, though, and live a normal life, without facing those traumatic memories again.

The pink haired man sat at his desk, carefully dropping one liquid into another. He did so, so carefully and then set the test tube down, to watch the results of his experiment. He rolled over, in his chair, to a separate table, rolling up his sleeve, and tying a band, right above the crease of his elbow, and grabbed a needle.
 Setting his items back at his desk, he poured one of the liquids into the syringe, and focused on his arm, placing the tip of the needle to his vein, preparing to do his deed.

&#8220;Szayel&#8230;&#8221;

The scientist sighed, and set the syringe down, pressing his white glasses further onto the bridge of his nose, he turned and looked at the young woman who called his name.

&#8220;You&#8217;re doing this again?&#8221; She asked, folding her arms, cocking her head to the side again.

Szayel Aporro smiled, and walked over to the young woman, &#8220;Cirucci, dearest&#8230; I&#8217;m doing this for all of us.&#8221; He said, placing his hands over her enlarged stomach. He focused his ember eyes on her large purple ones, smirking a bit wider. &#8220;She doesn&#8217;t have to be born with this horrible disease&#8230; I can fix this, I can.&#8221;

&#8220;Szayel&#8230;&#8221; The purple haired woman sighed.

&#8220;Cirucci. Don&#8217;t you trust me? &#8230;I am a scientist, after all.&#8221;

&#8220;&#8230;I do&#8230; I&#8217;m sorry.&#8221;

And with that, he sat back at his desk, injecting the liquid into his veins, causing Cirucci and even himself to cringe the slightest bit.
---

With a bit of trouble, Nana was able to get herself back onto her feet. The sun blasted down on her, causing her breathing to get a bit heavier. The small blue haired girl then darted towards the others.

&#8220;TAKE THIS! HAHA!&#8221; She cocked her gun, firing a couple of times at her targets.

She smiled, feeling the wind collide with her face. For the first time in a year, she actually felt like she was having fun.
Her friends had desperately tried to lift her spirits, make her smile like she used to. 

She didn&#8217;t let the red stain on her dress bother her, it was just paint, it would wash off. Today was just a day for fun, and nothing could ruin it. 

Nana waved around her hands, signaling for a time out and to have her friends gather around her. 
She lowered gun to her side, and looked around at her comrades.

&#8220;Okay guys. Since our old class president transferred&#8230; We will need a new one, right?&#8221; She said, smirking at her friends.
Nobody was exactly sure what happened to the former class president. Only that he and his family disappeared around three weeks ago. It scared a lot of the students, but he probably had it coming. He wasn&#8217;t the nicest boy, and he needed a lesson to be taught.
The students got over his disappearance quickly, though. 
&#8220;Last one standing&#8230; gets to be class president!&#8221; 

She took a few steps back, cocking her gun. 

&#8220;5&#8230;. 4&#8230;. 3&#8230;. 2&#8230;. 1. GO!&#8221; 

And they were off.

And so, the summer of the Watangashi Festival 2009 had begun.]]></description>
			<content:encoded><![CDATA[<div><div align="center"><font size="6">Higurashi No <font color="red">Na</font>ku Koro Ni Sedai</font><br />
<font size="5">When the Cicadas <font color="Red">Cry</font>: Generation</font></div><br />
Hinamizawa, a peaceful secluded village set in Japan, with a<i> deadly</i> secret. The year 1983 brought many tragedies to seven teenagers, Rika, Satoko, Keiichi, Rena, Mion and Shion. Hinamizawa Syndrome struck all of them that year, murdering them slowly one by one until all of Hinamizawa suffered from the disease, resulting in the villages ultimate termination.<br />
Though, time seemed to repeat again and again and again, for over 100 years. They were all given chances, one life after another until mysteries began to be solved and in the end, Hinamizawa was saved by that horrible year of 1983.<br />
Rika Furuude, the daughter of the Furuude Nobles, and the <i>queen carrier</i> of the Disease, Hinamizawa Syndrome. After her mother and father had passed, Rika was given the status of queen carrier and if she were to be killed, all of Hinamizawa would become a calamity and become another village of ruins, and nothing more. <br />
Miyo Takano, believed to just be Hinamizawa&#8217;s friendly town nurse was behind all of the deaths, and she knew very well what would happen if Rika were to be killed, and that was her goal. Kill Rika Furuude to prove the theory.<br />
Eventually, after 100 years of torment, Rika was able to get her friends to trust her and together, they all stopped Takano&#8217;s killing rampage. <br />
The year 1983 was finally over, and everyone was finally able to move on with their lives.<br />
Though, in the year 2008, Takano came back, fed up with every ounce of treatment she had been put under, she would end her rivalry with Rika Furuude forever.<br />
The Watangashi Festival of 2008 was brutal, and Takano took out revenge on anyone she could get her hands on, and even had a team behind her antics, killing those who she couldn&#8217;t.<br />
It ended with a show down between Rika and Miyo, with Rika&#8217;s 12 year old daughter, Nana, watching, waiting desperately for her mother to leave the fight safely so they could go on with their lives. <br />
Unfortunately, things didn&#8217;t end as anticipated. <br />
Rika died later that night, revealing to Nana her role in Hinamizawa Syndrome, and what Nana&#8217;s role in the disease was from that point on.<br />
Nana was the queen carrier of Hinamizawa Syndrome, and if these murders continued, and she were killed, Hinamizawa would be doomed forever&#8230;<br />
<br />
Even one year later, the murders continued, but as of two weeks before the Watangashi Festival of 2009, a dead silence act was pulled and no murders were commited. <br />
<br />
Everyone is scared half to death, and the symptoms of Hinamizawa have been rising because of it, though, the festivities of the Watangashi Festival are still scheduled to happen regardless of these gruesome murders.<br />
<br />
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~<br />
<br />
<font color="Indigo">Hiding behind a wall, breathing as silently as she could, Nana Furuude watched out for others who could be after her. Clutching her gun in hand, she slowly peaked looking to see if the coast was clear. <br />
Then, she made a run for it, keeping her target glass at eye level looking to see if anybody suspicious passed her sight. <br />
She felt a quick shot of pressure in her thigh and fell over.<br />
&#8220;D-DAMMIT!&#8221; She shouted, as she hit the ground, inspecting her leg, red liquid staining her school dress.</font><br />
---<br />
<font color="Pink">Back in the Irie clinic, despite the owners being dead, the new employees were doing a fine job of keeping the place up and running, and they were good at what they did.<br />
Including the new head, Szayel Aporro Grantz.<br />
He was still young, though, his past was as dark as any resident in Hinamizawa, having murdered his own brother after they had arrived home from college to find their parents and infant sister dead. <br />
He was able to defeat the ghost of his past, though, and live a normal life, without facing those traumatic memories again.<br />
<br />
The pink haired man sat at his desk, carefully dropping one liquid into another. He did so, so carefully and then set the test tube down, to watch the results of his experiment. He rolled over, in his chair, to a separate table, rolling up his sleeve, and tying a band, right above the crease of his elbow, and grabbed a needle.<br />
 Setting his items back at his desk, he poured one of the liquids into the syringe, and focused on his arm, placing the tip of the needle to his vein, preparing to do his deed.<br />
<br />
&#8220;Szayel&#8230;&#8221;<br />
<br />
The scientist sighed, and set the syringe down, pressing his white glasses further onto the bridge of his nose, he turned and looked at the young woman who called his name.<br />
<br />
&#8220;You&#8217;re doing this again?&#8221; She asked, folding her arms, cocking her head to the side again.<br />
<br />
Szayel Aporro smiled, and walked over to the young woman, &#8220;Cirucci, dearest&#8230; I&#8217;m doing this for all of us.&#8221; He said, placing his hands over her enlarged stomach. He focused his ember eyes on her large purple ones, smirking a bit wider. &#8220;She doesn&#8217;t have to be born with this horrible disease&#8230; I can fix this, I can.&#8221;<br />
<br />
&#8220;Szayel&#8230;&#8221; The purple haired woman sighed.<br />
<br />
&#8220;Cirucci. Don&#8217;t you trust me? &#8230;I am a scientist, after all.&#8221;<br />
<br />
&#8220;&#8230;I do&#8230; I&#8217;m sorry.&#8221;<br />
<br />
And with that, he sat back at his desk, injecting the liquid into his veins, causing Cirucci and even himself to cringe the slightest bit.</font><br />
---<br />
<br />
<font color="Indigo">With a bit of trouble, Nana was able to get herself back onto her feet. The sun blasted down on her, causing her breathing to get a bit heavier. The small blue haired girl then darted towards the others.<br />
<br />
&#8220;TAKE THIS! HAHA!&#8221; She cocked her gun, firing a couple of times at her targets.<br />
<br />
She smiled, feeling the wind collide with her face. For the first time in a year, she actually felt like she was having fun.<br />
Her friends had desperately tried to lift her spirits, make her smile like she used to. <br />
<br />
She didn&#8217;t let the red stain on her dress bother her, it was just paint, it would wash off. Today was just a day for fun, and nothing could ruin it. <br />
<br />
Nana waved around her hands, signaling for a time out and to have her friends gather around her. <br />
She lowered gun to her side, and looked around at her comrades.<br />
<br />
&#8220;Okay guys. Since our old class president transferred&#8230; We will need a new one, right?&#8221; She said, smirking at her friends.<br />
Nobody was exactly sure what happened to the former class president. Only that he and his family disappeared around three weeks ago. It scared a lot of the students, but he probably had it coming. He wasn&#8217;t the nicest boy, and he needed a lesson to be taught.<br />
The students got over his disappearance quickly, though. <br />
&#8220;Last one standing&#8230; gets to be class president!&#8221; <br />
<br />
She took a few steps back, cocking her gun. <br />
<br />
&#8220;5&#8230;. 4&#8230;. 3&#8230;. 2&#8230;. 1. GO!&#8221; <br />
<br />
And they were off.<br />
<br />
And so, the summer of the Watangashi Festival 2009 had begun.</font></div>

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			<title>Bleach : Crossroads (Redo) (Positions Open) (WE NEED VIZARD/ARRANCAR)</title>
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			<pubDate>Tue, 03 Nov 2009 12:42:07 GMT</pubDate>
			<description><![CDATA[*Masamune and Dawning Twilight present...*

_*Bleach:
Crossroads*_

_Its time to find out who we really are_

*Always Joinable. Click here to join (http://forums.khinsider.com/signup-out-character-threads/137310-bleach-crossroads-redo-positions-still-open.html).*

___________________________________________________

Shinji had given orders for the emergency meeting and as expected, all the captains had assembled in his chamber within minutes. They stood in two rows, six on his right and seven on his left. 

Shinji dismissed his vice-captain, Kyosuke, an aged Soul Reaper who efficiently performed his duties. Shinji offered him respect due to the difference in age and in return Kyosuke offered him his loyalty. Kyosuke had long gray hair tied into a pony tailed and eyes that always squinted, making them look like they were shut. His wrinkled face flashed Shinji a friendly smile as he made his way out of the chambers. As soon the large doors leading into the chamber shut behind him, Shinji began to speak.

"The whereabouts of the traitor Soul Reapers have been confirmed, despite their efforts to suppress their reiatsu." His voice echoed throughout the chamber. "Thanks to the efforts of the technological department."

He nodded towards the 12th division captain.

"The presence of another group of beings has also been discovered. Information, at this point, pertaining to them is sparse. Central Room 46 has ordered the execution of both species, this has been classified as a level S task. Hence, placing this at the top of our priority list. For now, it is best to avoid contact. The special-ops shall take care of collecting more intel, till than, I advise you to be weary of your surroundings. The location of the traitors and more intel will be dispatched to your respective vice-captains. Be sure to stay informed. You are dismissed."

Shinji watched them leave before he suddenly remembered something.

"Captain Shin, I'd like to have a word with you please."
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			<content:encoded><![CDATA[<div><div align="center"><b>Masamune and Dawning Twilight present...</b><br />
<br />
<u><b><i><font size="7"><font color="Black">Bleach:<br />
Crossroads</font></font></i></b></u><br />
<br />
<i><u>Its time to find out who we really are</u></i><br />
<br />
<b><a href="http://forums.khinsider.com/signup-out-character-threads/137310-bleach-crossroads-redo-positions-still-open.html" target="_blank">Always Joinable. Click here to join</a>.</b><br />
<br />
___________________________________________________<br />
<br />
<font color="Blue">Shinji had given orders for the emergency meeting and as expected, all the captains had assembled in his chamber within minutes. They stood in two rows, six on his right and seven on his left. <br />
<br />
Shinji dismissed his vice-captain, Kyosuke, an aged Soul Reaper who efficiently performed his duties. Shinji offered him respect due to the difference in age and in return Kyosuke offered him his loyalty. Kyosuke had long gray hair tied into a pony tailed and eyes that always squinted, making them look like they were shut. His wrinkled face flashed Shinji a friendly smile as he made his way out of the chambers. As soon the large doors leading into the chamber shut behind him, Shinji began to speak.<br />
<br />
&quot;The whereabouts of the traitor Soul Reapers have been confirmed, despite their efforts to suppress their reiatsu.&quot; His voice echoed throughout the chamber. &quot;Thanks to the efforts of the technological department.&quot;<br />
<br />
He nodded towards the 12th division captain.<br />
<br />
&quot;The presence of another group of beings has also been discovered. Information, at this point, pertaining to them is sparse. Central Room 46 has ordered the execution of both species, this has been classified as a level S task. Hence, placing this at the top of our priority list. For now, it is best to avoid contact. The special-ops shall take care of collecting more intel, till than, I advise you to be weary of your surroundings. The location of the traitors and more intel will be dispatched to your respective vice-captains. Be sure to stay informed. You are dismissed.&quot;<br />
<br />
Shinji watched them leave before he suddenly remembered something.<br />
<br />
&quot;Captain Shin, I'd like to have a word with you please.&quot;</font></div></div>

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			<title>Kingdom Hearts: End Game</title>
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			<pubDate>Wed, 28 Oct 2009 14:47:55 GMT</pubDate>
			<description><![CDATA[Sign Up & OOC: http://forums.khinsider.com/signup-out-character-threads/137018-kh-end-game-sign-ups-ooc-always-joinable.html
 

2000 years after the journey of Sora, Riku, and Kairi, things have dulled down quite a bit in the KH universe. Nobodies, Heartless, Unverse? Nothing more then children's stories to give you chills in your sleep. Keyblades? People will look at you as if you were nuts to believe in such things. Although, there still are some who know the tales...
 
 
The worlds are all connected by a wide chain of Gummi-travel networks (http://forums.khinsider.com/). Nowadays, everyone in the Pridelands knows about the people in Atlantica. It's just everyday norm. after the events of a couple millenia ago. Peace has prospered on the surface, but once you get under the skin (http://forums.khinsider.com/#), the truth reveals itself...
 
You see... across the worlds, people have been disappearing. Just a few, here and there, in the darkness (http://forums.khinsider.com/#)... but constantly. Constantly people have been vanishing, from every world, from every city...
Not to mention the mysterious cloaked figures who have been showing up every so often, accounts of warped, nightmarish, vaguely human shaped white creatures hiding in the dark places, sneaking around...And all around the worlds, mysterious doors have begun to appear... and on every world with a door, a key...
 
The Followers of Light, a religious group, long ago prophisized the coming of the end of the entire KH universe. They see the disappearances as a sign. A sign of the dawn of darkness.
No one can be sure, but whatever the case, time is running out... before anyone even knew there was a countdown.
 
And lurking there, deep in the shadows, while the ignorant wander around through the mundane things of life, a mysterious man hides, as the children and elderly of the worlds have been disappearing, and those effected fear the worse.
 
*5 different factions have risen...*
 
*The Followers of Light: *A powerful religious organization that believes strongly in the legends of the Heroes of Light, their allies, and their many battles against the Heartless and the Nobodies... unfortunetly, corruption and a lust for power have begun to set in, not to mention the fact that their legends are slightly mixed up. They used to be evangelisers, but recently they've started using force to get their way. They HATE the darkness, and it seems that they also desire to help the keyblade (or do they really...?).
The Followers of Light aren't sure what to do with the doors that have been showing up, but it seems that they're trying to keep them locked; partly, it seems, because they believe that 'Kingdom HeartsImage: http://images.intellitxt.com/ast/adTypes/2.gif  (http://forums.khinsider.com/)' should not be defiled...
Enemies of the Encroaching Darkness, the Gathering Void, and the ULTIMA Legion. Somewhat apathetic towards the Heroes of the Keyblade.
 
*The Encroaching Darkness: *A secretive cult and enemy of the Followers of Light that are known by most as being idiotic fanatics... at best, morons, at worst, terrorists. No one is sure who their leader is, but they have followers all over the worlds, and recently they seem to show up mostly around cases of disappearances, of shadows... like the Followers of Light they too hate the keyblade, and yet simultaneously seek to harness it's power...
The Encroaching Darkness desire to find the doors, and to open them... to harness their power, and to seek 'Kingdom HeartsImage: http://images.intellitxt.com/ast/adTypes/mag-glass_10x10.gif  (http://forums.khinsider.com/#)'...
Enemies of the Followers of Light and the ULTIMA Legion, enemies of the Heroes of the Keyblade most of the time, and somewhat apathetic towards the Gathering Void.
 
*The ULTIMA Legion: *The protectors of the universe, the ULTIMA Legion serve as a sort of 'United Peace Force' that protects the universe, serving as both the police and military. They use technology and weaponry that's way in advance of anyone else, and keep absolute control, having a hatred for crime, rebeliousness, scum and magic. Although officially their mission is to protect the common people's interests, what they ACTUALLY mean is 'The Governments interests'...
The ULTIMA Legion sees the doors as something of an anomaly, but for the most part they try to keep the common people ignorant to the doors existance.
Enemies of pretty much everyone, unless it suits them not to be.
 
*The Gathering Void: *Made up of those who lack hearts, the Gathering Void is truly mysterious. It seems to follow, at least to some degree anyway, the creeds and goals of some sort of mysterious 'Organization' founded (and destroyed) about 2000 years ago... like the Encroaching Darkness they seem to show up as being involved with numerous disappearances across the worlds... on the whole their goals are mysterious, but seem to revolve around the metaphorical 'Heart'...
The Gathering Void seems to be unconcerned, really, with the doors, but the keys that unlock those doors... now that's a completely different story.
Apathetic, it seems, towards everyone, as if they were mere insects...
 
*The Heroes of the Keyblade: *A group that's come into being on several different worlds that is made up of the next generation of Keyblade wielders, and their allies. They do, ironically, fight for both darkness and light, but are (usually) seen as being 'good' anyway, regardless of which force they fight for... it's said that even the Gathering Void have some form of the keyblade(s) on their side...
The Heroes of the Keyblade seek out the doors to the worlds, it seems, in order to 'lock' them... but against what...?
Enemies of virtually everyone, but due to the fact that these individuals are not so much a faction as a 'culture' they fight both for anyone who they deem allies, and against any who they consider foes. It's all dependent on the individual.
 
Now, things to keep in mind:
The organization is _dead_. Everything that happened in KH2 is absolute. Xehanort, with the nasty habit of never staying down, has the odds of leaving some of his malice about. This is *2000 years LATER.* So, the Hollow Bastion Commity is dead, nobody you knew in the old venture is still around {including Mickey, Donald, and Goofy} C'mon people! Not even Yen Sid could live that long!
 
*_Template_*
Name{full please}:
 
Age{Use logic. If they're five or a cenury, they aren't gonna be exactly all powerful}
 
Gender/Sex:
 
Race{Keep in mind, there's a diverse amount of worlds, but only a few races you can be. Nobody, Human, and Anima}:
 
World of Origen{Where does your Charecter come from?}
 
Faction{See the earlier mentioned groups. Neutral is allowed}:
 
Weapon and/or fighting style {Optional if you're a pacifist.}:
 
Physical description and outfit{Pictures allowed, if not, use at least two paragraphs}:
 
Personality{Again, two or more paragraphs}:
 
Bio{Make it a tearjerker or a comedy, up to you}:
 
Charecters Thus Far:
 
*Miyuki*, Encroaching Darkness, *King Wolfe*
*Revenx*, Gathering Void, *Tenyasyugan*
*Garth*, ULTIMA legion, *Eventua*
*Craythur*, ULTIMA legion, *Jozi Parue*
*Tsuki-yuffie*, N/A, *MangaCrazy101*
*Nelox*, Gathering Void, *Watson*
*Iudix*, Heroes of the Keyblade,* Arcanum Noir*
*????*, the main antagonist, his faction is unkown.
*Squall Ice,* Neutral, leans towards Heroes of the Keyblade, *Shinra-X2*
*Drell Ekap'm*, ULTIMA legion, *Eventua*
*Zidane, *Followers of the Light, *Sorafinalform*
*Caleb, *Followers of the Light, *Kibamaru18*
 
*_Rules:_*
1. No godmodding.
2. Literate to semi-literate. Spell check saves lives!
3. Hive-minding in large amounts is a no-no. If there's quite a few people in an area already, don't add to that number unless you have to.
4. If you're gonna kill someone, talk it over with the person who plays them. Nobody likes to be killed when they don't see it coming. {In an rp I mean}
5. Machinegunning is often frowned upon. Leave some space for others to post, kay?
 
(LET'S KICK OFF THIS RP, YA?! Also, THANKS VERY MUCH TO TENYA FOR HELPING ME OUT ON THIS...!!!)
 
It was early in the morning, about, ooh, 7 O'Clock? Garth walked through the quiet streets, thinking quiet thoughts, as he headed towards the main offices of the Legion...
*The most beuracratic place in the universe...* he thought, with distaste. He was walking along in his standard outfit, thinking about how the hell he'd wound up with this job.
*Because you were broke and following orders is all your good at.* his mind said to him. He honestly wondered if he was going crazy...
**GONE* crazy is the word, more like...* said his mind, with what seemed like a hint of mockery.
Garth shook of the urge to punch himself in the face, anything to get the slightly odd voice to just SHUT UP... meh, it hardly mattered. Dr Mark Hein had assured him he was simply going through a 'rough patch', that was all...
*Yeah, like he's going to admit the fact he thinks you belong in a looney bin... you really do deserve it, ya know?*
Not this again...
*Yes, this again! You honestly think you deserve peace, after what you did?!*
Shut up, damn you!
Garth didn't need to be thinking about stuff like that, the past was past... what he actually needed was to be thinking about the mission at hand. Or more exactly, WHAT the mission at hand even WAS... the Colonel had simply told him to see him in his office, 7:30 sharp... seriously though, does the guy ever sleep? He wouldn't be surprised if the Colonel forcibly kept himself awake with caffine injections and an alarm clock designed to go off every 10 minutes...
*You wouldn't even need that! I do a much better job then 'caffine' or 'alarm clocks'... heh.*
Will you just shut up...?
*What was that, I can't hear you over the sound of me NOT SHUTTING UP!*
Please, stop it...
*You don't deserve me to stop it!*
"JUST SHUT UP!" he screamed, as he was going up the stairs to the offices.
The various workers coming in to start their day, as well as the Marines on guard duty, turned to him, looking at him as if he were nuts...
"Um, uh... never mind, uh..." he said quickly, walking along as quickly as he could. Eventually he reached the door to the Colonel's office, where he was sitting patiently... and across him from his desk was a young man, only slightly younger then Garth himself, with spikey orange hair and a Blitzball crooked under his arm...]]></description>
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<font size="2">2000 years after the journey of Sora, Riku, and Kairi, things have dulled down quite a bit in the KH universe. Nobodies, Heartless, Unverse? Nothing more then children's stories to give you chills in your sleep. Keyblades? People will look at you as if you were nuts to believe in such things. Although, there still are some who know the tales...</font><br />
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<font size="2">The worlds are all connected by a wide chain of Gummi-travel </font><a href="http://forums.khinsider.com/" target="_blank"><font size="2"><font color="#414141">networks</font></font></a><font size="2">. Nowadays, everyone in the Pridelands knows about the people in Atlantica. It's just everyday norm. after the events of a couple millenia ago. Peace has prospered on the surface, but once you get </font><a href="http://forums.khinsider.com/#" target="_blank"><font size="2">under the skin</font></a><font size="2">, the truth reveals itself...</font><br />
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<font size="2">You see... across the worlds, people have been disappearing. Just a few, here and there, in <a href="http://forums.khinsider.com/#" target="_blank">the darkness</a>... but constantly. Constantly people have been vanishing, from every world, from every city...</font><br />
<font size="2">Not to mention the mysterious cloaked figures who have been showing up every so often, accounts of warped, nightmarish, vaguely human shaped white creatures hiding in the dark places, sneaking around...And all around the worlds, mysterious doors have begun to appear... and on every world with a door, a key...</font><br />
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<font size="2">The Followers of Light, a religious group, long ago prophisized the coming of the end of the entire KH universe. They see the disappearances as a sign. A sign of the dawn of darkness.</font><br />
<font size="2">No one can be sure, but whatever the case, time is running out... before anyone even knew there was a countdown.</font><br />
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<font size="2">And lurking there, deep in the shadows, while the ignorant wander around through the mundane things of life, a mysterious man hides, as the children and elderly of the worlds have been disappearing, and those effected fear the worse.</font><br />
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<b><font size="3">5 different factions have risen...</font></b><br />
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<b><font color="royalblue">The Followers of Light: </font></b><font color="royalblue">A powerful religious organization that believes strongly in the legends of the Heroes of Light, their allies, and their many battles against the Heartless and the Nobodies... unfortunetly, corruption and a lust for power have begun to set in, not to mention the fact that their legends are slightly mixed up. They used to be evangelisers, but recently they've started using force to get their way. They HATE the darkness, and it seems that they also desire to help the keyblade (or do they really...?).</font><br />
<font color="royalblue">The Followers of Light aren't sure what to do with the doors that have been showing up, but it seems that they're trying to keep them locked; partly, it seems, because they believe that '<a href="http://forums.khinsider.com/" target="_blank"><font color="#414141">Kingdom Hearts<img src="http://images.intellitxt.com/ast/adTypes/2.gif" border="0" alt="" /></font></a>' should not be defiled...</font><br />
<font color="royalblue">Enemies of the Encroaching Darkness, the Gathering Void, and the ULTIMA Legion. Somewhat apathetic towards the Heroes of the Keyblade.</font><br />
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<font color="black"><b>The Encroaching Darkness: </b>A secretive cult and enemy of the Followers of Light that are known by most as being idiotic fanatics... at best, morons, at worst, terrorists. No one is sure who their leader is, but they have followers all over the worlds, and recently they seem to show up mostly around cases of disappearances, of shadows... like the Followers of Light they too hate the keyblade, and yet simultaneously seek to harness it's power...</font><br />
<font color="black">The Encroaching Darkness desire to find the doors, and to open them... to harness their power, and to seek '<a href="http://forums.khinsider.com/#" target="_blank">Kingdom Hearts<img src="http://images.intellitxt.com/ast/adTypes/mag-glass_10x10.gif" border="0" alt="" /></a>'...</font><br />
<font color="black">Enemies of the Followers of Light and the ULTIMA Legion, enemies of the Heroes of the Keyblade most of the time, and somewhat apathetic towards the Gathering Void.</font><br />
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<font color="olive"><b>The ULTIMA Legion: </b>The protectors of the universe, the ULTIMA Legion serve as a sort of 'United Peace Force' that protects the universe, serving as both the police and military. They use technology and weaponry that's way in advance of anyone else, and keep absolute control, having a hatred for crime, rebeliousness, scum and magic. Although officially their mission is to protect the common people's interests, what they ACTUALLY mean is 'The Governments interests'...</font><br />
<font color="olive">The ULTIMA Legion sees the doors as something of an anomaly, but for the most part they try to keep the common people ignorant to the doors existance.</font><br />
<font color="olive">Enemies of pretty much everyone, unless it suits them not to be.</font><br />
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<font color="navy"><b>The Gathering Void: </b>Made up of those who lack hearts, the Gathering Void is truly mysterious. It seems to follow, at least to some degree anyway, the creeds and goals of some sort of mysterious 'Organization' founded (and destroyed) about 2000 years ago... like the Encroaching Darkness they seem to show up as being involved with numerous disappearances across the worlds... on the whole their goals are mysterious, but seem to revolve around the metaphorical 'Heart'...</font><br />
<font color="navy">The Gathering Void seems to be unconcerned, really, with the doors, but the keys that unlock those doors... now that's a completely different story.</font><br />
<font color="navy">Apathetic, it seems, towards everyone, as if they were mere insects...</font><br />
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<font color="darkred"><b>The Heroes of the Keyblade: </b>A group that's come into being on several different worlds that is made up of the next generation of Keyblade wielders, and their allies. They do, ironically, fight for both darkness and light, but are (usually) seen as being 'good' anyway, regardless of which force they fight for... it's said that even the Gathering Void have some form of the keyblade(s) on their side...</font><br />
<font color="darkred">The Heroes of the Keyblade seek out the doors to the worlds, it seems, in order to 'lock' them... but against what...?</font><br />
<font color="darkred">Enemies of virtually everyone, but due to the fact that these individuals are not so much a faction as a 'culture' they fight both for anyone who they deem allies, and against any who they consider foes. It's all dependent on the individual.</font><br />
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<font size="3">Now, things to keep in mind:</font><br />
<font size="3">The organization is <u>dead</u>. Everything that happened in KH2 is <i>absolute</i>. Xehanort, with the nasty habit of never staying down, has the odds of leaving some of his malice about. This is <b>2000 years LATER.</b> So, the Hollow Bastion Commity is dead, nobody you knew in the old venture is still around {including Mickey, Donald, and Goofy} C'mon people! Not even Yen Sid could live that long!</font><br />
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<font color="blue">Name{full please}:</font><br />
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<font color="blue">Age{Use logic. If they're five or a cenury, they aren't gonna be exactly all powerful}</font><br />
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<font color="blue">Gender/Sex:</font><br />
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<font color="blue">Race{Keep in mind, there's a diverse amount of worlds, but only a few races you can be. Nobody, Human, and Anima}:</font><br />
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<font color="blue">World of Origen{Where does your Charecter come from?}</font><br />
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<font color="blue">Faction{See the earlier mentioned groups. Neutral is allowed}:</font><br />
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<font color="blue">Weapon and/or fighting <font color="#414141"><font color="blue">style</font> </font>{Optional if you're a pacifist.}:</font><br />
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<font color="blue">Physical description and outfit{Pictures allowed, if not, use at least two paragraphs}:</font><br />
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<font color="blue">Personality{Again, two or more paragraphs}:</font><br />
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<font color="blue">Bio{Make it a tearjerker or a comedy, up to you}:</font><br />
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<font size="2"><font color="green">Charecters Thus Far:</font></font><br />
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<font color="green"><b>Miyuki</b>, Encroaching Darkness, </font><font color="darkslateblue"><b>King Wolfe</b></font><br />
<font color="green"><b>Revenx</b>, Gathering Void, </font><font color="darkslateblue"><b>Tenyasyugan</b></font><br />
<font color="green"><b>Garth</b>, ULTIMA legion, </font><font color="darkslateblue"><b>Eventua</b></font><br />
<font color="green"><b>Craythur</b>, ULTIMA legion, </font><font color="darkslateblue"><b>Jozi Parue</b></font><br />
<font color="green"><b>Tsuki-yuffie</b>, N/A, </font><font color="darkslateblue"><b>MangaCrazy101</b></font><br />
<font color="#008000"><b>Nelox</b>, Gathering Void, </font><font color="darkslateblue"><b>Watson</b></font><br />
<font color="#008000"><b>Iudix</b>, Heroes of the Keyblade,</font><font color="darkslateblue"><b> Arcanum Noir</b></font><br />
<font color="#008000"><b>????</b>, the main antagonist, his faction is unkown.</font><br />
<font color="#008000"><b>Squall Ice,</b> Neutral, leans towards Heroes of the Keyblade, </font><font color="darkslateblue"><b>Shinra-X2</b></font><br />
<b><font color="#008000">Drell Ekap'm</font></b><font color="#008000">, ULTIMA legion, </font><font color="darkslateblue"><b>Eventua</b></font><br />
<font color="#483d8b"><font color="green"><b>Zidane, </b>Followers of the Light</font>, <b>Sorafinalform</b></font><br />
<font color="#483d8b"><font color="green"><b>Caleb, </b>Followers of the Light,</font> <b>Kibamaru18</b></font><br />
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<b><i><u><font color="red">Rules:</font></u></i></b><br />
<font color="red">1. No godmodding.</font><br />
<font color="red">2. Literate to semi-literate. Spell check saves lives!</font><br />
<font color="red">3. Hive-minding in large amounts is a no-no. If there's quite a few people in an area already, don't add to that number unless you have to.</font><br />
<font color="red">4. If you're gonna kill someone, talk it over with the person who plays them. Nobody likes to be killed when they don't see it coming. {In an rp I mean}</font><br />
<font color="red">5. Machinegunning is often frowned upon. Leave some space for others to post, kay?</font>
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<font color="black">(LET'S KICK OFF THIS RP, YA?! Also, THANKS VERY MUCH TO TENYA FOR HELPING ME OUT ON THIS...!!!)</font><br />
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<font color="black">It was early in the morning, about, ooh, 7 O'Clock? Garth walked through the quiet streets, thinking quiet thoughts, as he headed towards the main offices of the Legion...</font><br />
<font color="#000000"><i>*The most beuracratic place in the universe...* </i>he thought, with distaste. He was walking along in his standard outfit, thinking about how the hell he'd wound up with this job.</font><br />
<font color="#000000"><i>*Because you were broke and following orders is all your good at.*</i> his mind said to him. He honestly wondered if he was going crazy...</font><br />
<font color="#000000"><i>*<b>GONE</b> crazy is the word, more like...*</i> said his mind, with what seemed like a hint of mockery.</font><br />
<font color="#000000">Garth shook of the urge to punch himself in the face, anything to get the slightly odd voice to just SHUT UP... meh, it hardly mattered. Dr Mark Hein had assured him he was simply going through a 'rough patch', that was all...</font><br />
<i><font color="#000000">*Yeah, like he's going to admit the fact he thinks you belong in a looney bin... you really do deserve it, ya know?*</font></i><br />
<font color="#000000">Not this again...</font><br />
<i><font color="#000000">*Yes, this again! You honestly think you deserve peace, after what you did?!*</font></i><br />
<font color="#000000">Shut up, damn you!</font><br />
<font color="#000000">Garth didn't need to be thinking about stuff like that, the past was past... what he actually needed was to be thinking about the mission at hand. Or more exactly, WHAT the mission at hand even WAS... the Colonel had simply told him to see him in his office, 7:30 sharp... seriously though, does the guy ever sleep? He wouldn't be surprised if the Colonel forcibly kept himself awake with caffine injections and an alarm clock designed to go off every 10 minutes...</font><br />
<i><font color="#000000">*You wouldn't even need that! I do a much better job then 'caffine' or 'alarm clocks'... heh.*</font></i><br />
<font color="#000000">Will you just shut up...?</font><br />
<font color="#000000"><i>*What was that, I can't hear you over the sound of me NOT SHUTTING UP!*</i></font><br />
<font color="#000000">Please, stop it...</font><br />
<font color="#000000"><i>*You don't deserve me to stop it!*</i></font><br />
<font color="#000000">&quot;JUST SHUT UP!&quot; he screamed, as he was going up the stairs to the offices.</font><br />
<font color="#000000">The various workers coming in to start their day, as well as the Marines on guard duty, turned to him, looking at him as if he were nuts...</font><br />
<font color="#000000">&quot;Um, uh... never mind, uh...&quot; he said quickly, walking along as quickly as he could. Eventually he reached the door to the Colonel's office, where he was sitting patiently... and across him from his desk was a young man, only slightly younger then Garth himself, with spikey orange hair and a Blitzball crooked under his arm...</font></div>

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			<description><![CDATA[&#224; .T W I S T E R. &#223;
 
 
 
{A *WEWY/SUBARASHIKI KONO SEKAI* ROLEPLAY COLLAB by Rhapsody & Endless Warrior Sora}
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"Excu-"
 
Great. 
 
"Err, sir, can you -"
 
Just perfect.
 
"Wait! Do you know where-"
 
Really, were these people deaf?
 
Her jumbled phrases were all ignored. She tried to get someone's attention, to stop and ask exactly where she was. And, more importantly, maybe find out some answers as to why she had landed here... where ever "here" was exactly.But so far, the female teenager had no such luck. She was lost, confused, and definitely alone. Not only that, but she was being ignored by almost every single human being in this city. This day could not possibly get any worse.
 
With her pleas ignored, the lone teen groaned inwardly to herself as she shoved her hands in both of her pockets. Maybe taking a better look at this place might ring a bell. Darting her gaze this way and that, the female carefully took in her surroundings.
 
For one, she was on a sidewalk&#8230; that she knew for sure. And she was in some sort of city. An active (and unknown) city. Was she still in Japan?
 
The female briefly thought about once more asking someone where she was, but she knew doing that would be pointless. No one seemed to notice the white-fringed girl. It was like... she wasn't even there. Like she was invisible or something. Nonexistent.
 
A contemplative expression, etched on her features, she dropped her gaze to the concrete sidewalk below her. Long arms crossed over the female's chest as her brows furrowed deeply, both gestures adding to her pensive appearance. Just what was going on?
 
Dark eyes brightened when an abrupt idea came to mind: her phone! The girl dug into her left pocket and anxiously fumbled around for the red gadget before pulling it out. She flipped open the screen and hovered her thumb over the keypad, ready to dial in any helpful number.
 
But... who to call? Her sisters? No way. Parents? Definitely not. So who? She bit the inside of her lip, eyes shifting nervous from the screen and to the keypad and back as the thought ran in her mind. Who to call?
 
As if on cue, her phone began to vibrate and beep in her sweaty hand, jolting the female out of her mini panic attack. With a narrowed gaze she flipped open her phone, surprised to see that it wasn't a call, but a simple message that she had recieved:
 
Reach 104. You have 50 minutes.
 
She stared at the phone screen, and then brought her gaze up ahead of her to face the scramble crossing, a dumbstruck look on her features. She took one step forward, most likely ready to head to this 104 joint. However, she froze in mid-step and snapped her gaze right back to the screen. 
 
&#8216;Should I&#8230; really go to 104?&#8217;
 
"Ouch!"
 
A sharp pain made her features twist into a deep snarl with a low growl following not too far behind it. The pain was so awful, the teen was literally trembling! Withdrawing back a few steps, the teenager then started to double over in pain, clenching and unclenching her vacant hand while almost dropping her phone. Just what was going on? 
 
 
- - - - - - - - - - - - - - 
 
 
"C'mon," came the sluggish order directed to no one in particular. "C'mon, c'mon, c'mon. Don't just stand there." 
 
Even as she spoke, the speaker didn't take into account the numerous amounts of odd looks she might have received had she been visible to everyone in this district. Who wouldn't give someone a quirked brow if you were lying on the roof of a building? Regardless, it's not like anyone could actually see her. Maybe a few special folks, but not everyone. And even if those few "special folks" did happen to spot her, what did it matter? 
 
She shifted her position, her loose vest and pants rustling as she did. The female figure now lay leisurely on the roof of the structure, her head propped up on one elbow while the rest of her body was turned up on one side. It was almost like the position one would take while lying on a couch and watching something interesting on television... except the loafer wasn't watching television. Rather, she was eyeing someone that seemed way more interesting than television right at the moment. 
 
It wasn't hard to pinpoint that certain someone from where the female figure lay, either. Scramble crossing was a pretty immense area, but it was easy to get a good view of the district while stationed atop one of the higher structures in the crossing area. The roof was an excellent place to keep close watch on that certain person.
 
Half-hooded eyes lazily darted around, taking in the busy sight below as she grinded her teeth on her hard candy &#8211; a cherry sucker. People, people, and more people. Boring and nothing new &#8211; what else would one expect in Shibuya? The bustling district was littered with inhabitants of all kinds, a usual sight in Shibuya, yet the one character in particular still held the slacker's interest. 
 
'Player.'
 
Within an instant the sucker was snatched out of the female's mouth, finding its way between nimble fingers that twirled the candy from finger to finger feverishly. Dark eyes narrowed on the lone girl, appearing to look nothing more than a black blotch on the sidewalk. The right corner of the slacker's lip curled to make a lopsided smile &#8211; no, not a smile. A smirk. 
 
'Go on. Move. Do something already.'
 
The hasty thoughts suddenly diminished, and the slacker's brows perked slightly when the kid began to take off. Finally some movement! But just as quickly as they had heightened, her perked brows furrowed in agitation. Annoyance getting the best of her, the older teen released an impatient groan from her parted lips.
 
The blotch froze in place, seemingly out of the blue, just to take another look at her phone, still in disbelief about this whole ordeal. The frustrated slacker wanted to throw her candy at the stupid girl. Was it that hard to figure out? Walk, run, jog, hop around, do anything! But just move! 
 
A sigh echoed throughout the surrounding area. The black-haired female averted her half-hooded eyes to another direction and away from the black-clothed figure. She was definitely not in the mood to watch the female double over in pain. Heck, merely looking at the girl made Kam&#8217;s patience wane. Parting her lips, a dull, monotonous voice resonated in the air. 
 
"You're really not making my job any easier, Little Miss Disco."]]></description>
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<div align="center"><font size="1"><font face="Century Gothic"><font color="#404040"><font size="3"><font face="Wingdings"><font color="#404040"><font color="#404040"><font face="Century Gothic"><font size="1">{A <b><i>WEWY/SUBARASHIKI KONO SEKAI</i></b> ROLEPLAY COLLAB by </font></font></font><font face="Century Gothic"><font size="1"><font color="black"><i>Rhapsody</i></font></font></font><font size="1"><font color="#404040"><font face="Century Gothic"> &amp; <font color="black"><i>Endless Warrior Sora</i></font>}</font></font></font></font></font></font></font></font></font></div><font size="1"><font face="Century Gothic"><font color="#404040"><br />
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<font color="#404040"><font face="Century Gothic"><font size="1">&quot;Excu-&quot;</font></font></font><br />
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<font color="#404040"><font face="Century Gothic"><font size="1">Great. </font></font></font><br />
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<font color="#404040"><font face="Century Gothic"><font size="1">&quot;Err, sir, can you -&quot;</font></font></font><br />
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<font size="1"><font color="#404040"><font face="Century Gothic">Just </font></font><i><font color="#404040"><font face="Century Gothic">perfect.</font></font></i></font><br />
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<font size="1"><i><font color="#404040"><font face="Century Gothic">&quot;</font></font></i><font color="#404040"><font face="Century Gothic">Wait! Do you know where-&quot;</font></font></font><br />
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<font size="1"><font color="#414141"><font face="Century Gothic">Really, were these people </font></font><i><font color="#414141"><font face="Century Gothic">deaf</font></font></i><font color="#414141"><font face="Century Gothic">?</font></font></font><br />
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<font size="1"><font color="#404040"><font face="Century Gothic">Her jumbled phrases were all ignored. She tried to get someone's attention, to stop and ask exactly where she was. And, more importantly, maybe find out some answers as to why she had landed here... where ever &quot;here&quot; was exactly.</font></font><font color="#414141"><font face="Century Gothic">But so far, the female teenager had no such luck. She was lost, confused, and definitely alone. Not only that, but she was being ignored by almost every single human being in this city</font></font><i><font color="#414141"><font face="Century Gothic">. </font></font></i><font color="#414141"><font face="Century Gothic">This day could not possibly get any worse.</font></font></font><br />
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<font color="#414141"><font face="Century Gothic"><font size="1">With her pleas ignored, the lone teen groaned inwardly to herself as she shoved her hands in both of her pockets. Maybe taking a better look at this place might ring a bell. Darting her gaze this way and that, the female carefully took in her surroundings.</font></font></font><br />
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<font color="#404040"><font face="Century Gothic"><font size="1">For one, she was on a sidewalk&#8230; <i>that</i> she knew for sure. And she was in some sort of city. An active (and unknown) city. Was she still in Japan?</font></font></font><br />
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<font color="#404040"><font face="Century Gothic"><font size="1">The female briefly thought about once more asking someone where she was, but she knew doing that would be pointless. No one seemed to notice the white-fringed girl. It was like... she wasn't even <i>there</i>. Like she was invisible or something. Nonexistent.</font></font></font><br />
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<font color="#404040"><font face="Century Gothic"><font size="1">A contemplative expression, etched on her features, she dropped her gaze to the concrete sidewalk below her. Long arms crossed over the female's chest as her brows furrowed deeply, both gestures adding to her pensive appearance. Just what was going on?</font></font></font><br />
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<font color="#404040"><font face="Century Gothic"><font size="1">Dark eyes brightened when an abrupt idea came to mind: her phone! The girl dug into her left pocket and anxiously fumbled around for the red gadget before pulling it out. She flipped open the screen and hovered her thumb over the keypad, ready to dial in any helpful number.</font></font></font><br />
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<font color="#414141"><font face="Century Gothic"><font size="1">But... who to call? Her sisters? No way. Parents? Definitely <i>not.</i> So who? She bit the inside of her lip, eyes shifting nervous from the screen and to the keypad and back as the thought ran in her mind. <i>Who to call?</i></font></font></font><br />
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<font color="#414141"><font face="Century Gothic"><font size="1">As if on cue, her phone began to vibrate and beep in her sweaty hand, jolting the female out of her mini panic attack. With a narrowed gaze she flipped open her phone, surprised to see that it wasn't a call, but a simple message that she had recieved:</font></font></font><br />
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<font size="1"><i><font color="#414141"><font face="Century Gothic">Reach 104. </font></font></i><i><font color="#404040"><font face="Century Gothic">You have 50 minutes.</font></font></i></font><br />
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<font color="#404040"><font face="Century Gothic"><font size="1">She stared at the phone screen, and then brought her gaze up ahead of her to face the scramble crossing, a dumbstruck look on her features. She took one step forward, most likely ready to head to this 104 joint. However, she froze in mid-step and snapped her gaze right back to the screen. </font></font></font><br />
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<i><font color="#404040"><font face="Century Gothic"><font size="1">&#8216;Should I&#8230; really go to 104?&#8217;</font></font></font></i><br />
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<font color="#404040"><font face="Century Gothic"><font size="1">&quot;Ouch!&quot;</font></font></font><br />
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<font color="#404040"><font face="Century Gothic"><font size="1">A sharp pain made her features twist into a deep snarl with a low growl following not too far behind it. The pain was so awful, the teen was literally trembling! Withdrawing back a few steps, the teenager then started to double over in pain, clenching and unclenching her vacant hand while almost dropping her phone. Just what was going on? </font></font></font><br />
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<font color="#404040"><font face="Century Gothic"><font size="1">- - - - - - - - - - - - - - </font></font></font><br />
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<font color="#404040"><font face="Century Gothic"><font size="1">&quot;C'mon,&quot; came the sluggish order directed to no one in particular. &quot;C'mon, c'mon, c'mon. Don't just stand there.&quot; </font></font></font><br />
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<font color="#404040"><font face="Century Gothic"><font size="1">Even as she spoke, the speaker didn't take into account the numerous amounts of odd looks she might have received had she been visible to everyone in this district. Who wouldn't give someone a quirked brow if you were lying on the roof of a building? Regardless, it's not like anyone could actually <i>see</i> her. Maybe a few special folks, but not everyone. And even if those few &quot;special folks&quot; did happen to spot her, what did it matter? </font></font></font><br />
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<font color="#404040"><font face="Century Gothic"><font size="1">She shifted her position, her loose vest and pants rustling as she did. The female figure now lay leisurely on the roof of the structure, her head propped up on one elbow while the rest of her body was turned up on one side. It was almost like the position one would take while lying on a couch and watching something interesting on television... except the loafer wasn't watching television. Rather, she was eyeing someone that seemed <i>way</i> more interesting than television right at the moment. </font></font></font><br />
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<font color="#404040"><font face="Century Gothic"><font size="1">It wasn't hard to pinpoint that certain someone from where the female figure lay, either. Scramble crossing was a pretty immense area, but it was easy to get a good view of the district while stationed atop one of the higher structures in the crossing area. The roof was an excellent place to keep close watch on that certain person.</font></font></font><br />
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<font color="#404040"><font face="Century Gothic"><font size="1">Half-hooded eyes lazily darted around, taking in the busy sight below as she grinded her teeth on her hard candy &#8211; a cherry sucker. People, people, and more people. Boring and nothing new &#8211; what else would one expect in Shibuya? The bustling district was littered with inhabitants of all kinds, a usual sight in Shibuya, yet the one character in particular still held the slacker's interest. </font></font></font><br />
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<i><font color="#404040"><font face="Century Gothic"><font size="1">'Player.'</font></font></font></i><br />
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<font color="#404040"><font face="Century Gothic"><font size="1">Within an instant the sucker was snatched out of the female's mouth, finding its way between nimble fingers that twirled the candy from finger to finger feverishly. Dark eyes narrowed on the lone girl, appearing to look nothing more than a black blotch on the sidewalk. The right corner of the slacker's lip curled to make a lopsided smile &#8211; no, not a smile. A smirk. </font></font></font><br />
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<i><font color="#404040"><font face="Century Gothic"><font size="1">'Go on. Move. Do something already.'</font></font></font></i><br />
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<font color="#404040"><font face="Century Gothic"><font size="1">The hasty thoughts suddenly diminished, and the slacker's brows perked slightly when the kid began to take off. Finally some movement! But just as quickly as they had heightened, her perked brows furrowed in agitation. Annoyance getting the best of her, the older teen released an impatient groan from her parted lips.</font></font></font><br />
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<font color="#404040"><font face="Century Gothic"><font size="1">The blotch froze in place, seemingly out of the blue, just to take another look at her phone, still in disbelief about this whole ordeal. The frustrated slacker wanted to throw her candy at the stupid girl. Was it that hard to figure out? Walk, run, jog, hop around, do anything! But just <i>move</i>! </font></font></font><br />
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<font color="#404040"><font face="Century Gothic"><font size="1">A sigh echoed throughout the surrounding area. The black-haired female averted her half-hooded eyes to another direction and away from the black-clothed figure. She was definitely not in the mood to watch the female double over in pain. Heck, merely <i>looking</i> at the girl made Kam&#8217;s patience wane. Parting her lips, a dull, monotonous voice resonated in the air. </font></font></font><br />
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<font color="#404040"><font face="Century Gothic"><font size="1">&quot;You're <i>really</i> not making my job any easier, Little Miss Disco.&quot;</font></font></font></div>

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