Tell MeOn the verge of a breakdown
Nowhere to go
I thought he loved me
It was no more than a lie
Hold me close
I need to feel you near
Distract me. Love me
Let me know I'm wanted
Just tell me
That someone cares
Zexion goes to Candy Mountain(Zexion is asleep in a chair, a book over his face. Demyx comes skipping in, Roxas shortly behind him.)
Demyx: Heeyyy! Zexi! Hey, Zexi, wake up!
Roxas: Yeah, Zexion! You silly sleepyhead, wake up!
(Demyx pushes Zexion over.)
Zexion: Ughh..you guys..this had better be pretty freakin' important.. Is the entire Organization dying again? Because..if I have to be stuck with you two, I'd..kind of like to be included in that..
Demyx: No! Bad Zexi! No emo!
Roxas: No, Zexion, we found a map. To Candy Mountain.
(Demyx holds up the map.)
Demyx: Candy Mountian, Zexi!
Roxas: Yeah, Zexion! We're goin' to Candy Mountain! Come with us, Zexion!
Demyx: Yeah, Zexi! It'll be an adventure! We're going on an adventure, Zexi!
Zexion: Yeah, Candy Mountain, right..I'm just gonna, you know, go back to sleep now..
(Zexion attempts to go back to sleep)
Roxas: Nooo!! Zexion!!
(Roxas pushes on Zexion's shoulder.)
Roxas: You have to come with us to Candy Mountain!
DemyX: Yeah, Zexi! Candy Mountain!
Definition of MeddlersMeddlers are, in a sense, troublemakers. They don't quite fall into any set species category, with the exception being possibly demons. Most Meddlers are mischievous and enjoy toying with Fate. Still, like humans, Meddlers have a mix of good and bad qualities in their personalities, yet none are one-hundred percent good or one-hundred percent bad.
A Meddler's powers are as follows. They can see and occasionally manipulate the strings of Fate, and they can jump through time. They can also leap up to five times their height and have incredible stamina. Their brilliant, cat-like, green eyes, shimmering like gems, can see for long distances, sometimes up to several miles, and they can see in the dark. They also have absolutely no ability to sleep, and their bodies don't require sleep to function. Their abilities are limited while they're young, but grow stronger as they learn control.
Meddlers are very rare, and only a few are born every few years. Because of their rarity, their species is
With a Sword and a StaffThe young boy flinched at the sounds of fire and a dragon's roar outside, while he was holed up in a little house that was likely to be set ablaze any minute now. What he didn't get was why he had to hide, when he was wearing armor, and he had a sword too! Why couldn't he just be out there fighting that monster? He sat in silence for another minute before he couldn't take it any more. He started to stand up, but a hand on his arm stopped him.
"Drake, you can't do anything right now.." The brunette squire turned to the half-elf beside him, looking thoroughly frustrated.
"Well, I'm obviously doing nothing just sitting here, Qaedyn.." he grumbled, "I'd be a lot more useful if I could be out there fighting it!" He shook his head and shrugged off the half-elf wizard's hand, standing up and marching towards the door, his sword clinking at his belt. He hadn't even reached the door, however, before Arqaedyn grabbed his shoulder and turned him around. Cyndrake didn't even have time to think bef
Hell Hath No FuryThe young girl stared in terror as they dragged the thrashing, snarling creature towards the fiery gates behind them. Blood dripped from a torn and empty eye socket on the left side of the demon's face, and his tattered, scarred wings flapped madly as he struggled to break free. And yet, somehow it wasn't the hissing demon that she was afraid of. It was the hooded creatures dragging him away, and the ideas that flashed through her mind of the punishment they had in store for the demon. She had already guessed what was through those fiery, wrought-iron gates. Hell. The one place that even demons feared.
"Confound it, Marimartius!" One of the hooded figures snapped, struggling to pull the squirming demon. "The fiery pits are where you belong! Not the surface world!" A second cloaked creature slammed a staff hard into the demon Marimartius's head, cracking one of his four horns in the process as he screamed in pain, letting loose an ear-splitting howl.
"If I have to go back to the
Skit for Nora and KazumaNora: The Last Chronicle of Devildom
(Nora sits on stage, staring off in 'thought'. Kazuma enters and looks at Nora.)
Kazuma: Hey, mutt. Get out of la-la land. We need to talk.
Nora: I am not in la-la land! I'm having a manly fantasy!
Kazuma: Whatever you wanna call it. We still need to talk.
Nora: About what?
Kazuma: Something that hopefully even your stupid little brain can understand.
(Nora gets offended and starts storming off. Kazuma keeps talking.)
Kazuma: I'm talking about the Dark Liege soul fragments.
(Nora stops in the middle of storming off and turns back to Kazuma, looking suspicious.)
Nora: What about 'em?
Kazuma: We know the Resistance has how many?
Kazuma: And how many do we have?
Kazuma: Oh, good, you've learned to count. So how many does that leave us that still need to be found?
(Nora falters and thinks for a moment.)
Nora: Two. So we gotta find 'em before the Resistance does. Big deal. Why do we have to do this for o