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Posted: Thu Jun 15, 2006 9:11 am
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Posted: Thu Jun 15, 2006 10:02 am
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actoratheart Vice Captain
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Posted: Thu Jun 15, 2006 11:02 am
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Posted: Thu Jun 15, 2006 11:49 am
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actoratheart Vice Captain
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Posted: Thu Jun 15, 2006 2:30 pm
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Posted: Fri Jun 16, 2006 6:59 pm
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Posted: Sun Jun 18, 2006 5:01 pm
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Posted: Sun Jun 18, 2006 8:41 pm
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Huh, found out already, damn. Five had been hoping to draw out his arrival for a little bit longer, but it didn't look like that would happen now, what with this blonde idiot shaking his goddamned huge frickin' sword around. What a jerk. The cloaked man bit back the urge to shoot something sharp and pointy at the guy for being a jerk and ruining his wrath-filled entry. He should rightfully be shanked, the b*****d.
"Who are you?" He mimicked, upper lip curling. "Well, isn't that just the goddamn question of the day? Too bad I'm not up for answering it." With a shake, he threw his hood back, revealing himself already. One would've killed him for doing so, but who cared about that lazy a** when he wasn't even here? That's right, nobody did. Five did things his own way, in his own... impulsive and angry way.
"So, you wanna fight? Well here's your goddamn fight, bring it."
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Posted: Mon Jun 19, 2006 7:13 am
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Posted: Mon Jun 19, 2006 9:52 am
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Posted: Mon Jun 19, 2006 10:18 am
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Posted: Mon Jun 19, 2006 11:52 am
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actoratheart Vice Captain
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Posted: Mon Jun 19, 2006 4:11 pm
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Cloud looked at Aerith as she burst in. After wanting to see her for so long, their reunion wasn't what he hoped for. He had to be dead serious, and probably get ready for a battle, which wasn't what he was in favor of.
Cloud swung out his buster sword from it's sheath on his back. He was ready to charge it, even more angered from its words, but was shocked enough that he couldn't. Suddenly, a blond with less spiky hair than his, and more humanly blue eyes burst in holding a...keyblade. He suddenly attacked with a jump, blade high above his head.
Before the attack could finish, Cloud turned at a familiar voice. Leon. He directed Aerith to take care of...someone. Probably a visiter.
"Came back just in time, huh?" Leon sayed, the voice sounded.
"Apparently." Cloud answered, getting ready for a, supposedly, difficult battle. Aerith left, and now it was just this other blonde, Leon and himself. But then, another came in. How many visiters were there? So far...3.
Cloud raised his eyebrown in a quesetioning manner as he looked at the rather insane appearing man with guns. But, with the instinct of a soldier, he never let the blue-haired man fully out of his sight. Though, now, he was just watching out of the corner of his eye.
Another!? 4 people he didn't know. This one was on the other side of Leon, and the gunman in the back. They seemed to know this guy...and hated him with a passion. Alright then. All the more reason for Cloud to kill him.
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Posted: Thu Jun 22, 2006 5:43 pm
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"Huh. You really are a bunch of idiots, aren'cha? I thought you wanted a fight, but here ya are, askin' so many goddamned questions." He sniffed in an irritated manner. Five had been looking for a fight to get all of this crawling aggravation off his back, but these kids insisted on asking him so many questions. It was almost like they expected an answer from their cloaked enemy. Too bad they weren't going to get the ones they wanted. Life didn't work that way, and besides, the amnesiatic bunch of morons weren't even supposed to be around. Duh. Sora had killed them all with his keyblade, but the annoying little worms had found their way back via Maleficent.
What an annoying b***h.
"Blah blah blah. Look, pissy kid, I don't want to answer your stupid questions. Goddamn, you're all like a frickin' idiotic pack of piranha. Just don't know when ta stop, d'ya?" The long fingered hand swept out, signaling that he'd rather be fighting than talking with these dumbasses. He crouched into a fighter's stance, sharp eyes darting around, challenging each person to come and try it. His eyes had an almost animalistic glint in his eyes as he looked around at his attackers. Ah, there, the first one.
Nice move, kiddo.
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Posted: Sun Jun 25, 2006 6:54 am
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