Organization XIII The Movie (DO NOT STEAL!!!!) [EDITED!!!] Okay, so I know my calling. When I get som serious clout in Hollywood, I'm going to make an Organization XIII Live-Action Movie. And I'm letteing you all know now, so you can all say "I was there when he announced his plans! Yee!" There are only three things I have right now: An ideal cast list for the Organization, a VERY ROUGH outline of the film's story, and the final scripted scene. Please let me know what you think and if you have any questions I can answer. UPDATE: I'm going to script out the whole first draft. I've decided to take the final scene out, since I wanted it to be more of a surprise. In it's place, I put a scene from the middle of the film. It's still spoiler-riffic, but not as much. 1. IDEAL CAST LIST Xemnas: BILLY ZANE Xigbar: WILLEM DAFOE Xaldin: BENICIO DEL TORO Vexen: BILL NIGHY Lexaeus: TED LEVINE Zexion: CILLIAN MURPHY Saix: JIM CARREY Axel: JAMES RODAY Demyx: JASON MEWS Luxord: EWAN MaCGREGOR Marluxia: JOHNNY DEPP Larxene: PINK Roxas: HALEY JOEL OSMENT 2. ROUGH PLOT OUTLINE *SPOILER ALERT (OBVIOUSLY* We begin with a short prologue explaining about Ansem the Wise and his six apprentices, and the creation of the Heartless and the Nobodies. Then we fast forward into the future. A nice little city called Twilight Town. Suddenly, it is ovverrun by these creatures known as Heartless. But the Heartless invasion is quelled by these thirteen mysterious figures in black robes. They fight off the Heartless and introduce themselves as Organization XIII, a group that has been fighting the Heartless for some time across many worlds. Their leader, Xemnas, assures the townsfolk that they will not rest until the HEartless have been completely irradicated from Twilight Town. The Organization erects Castle Oblivion and makes it their Twilight Town HQ, and a place where they can travel back and forth to their true base of operations in an unknown location. The townsfolk take to them, except for three youngsters named Hayner, Pence, and Olette. When they try to befriend the Orghanization member Roxas, they get a cold shoulder and relaize something is wrong with these people. A mysterious figure named DiZ reaches out to the trio and reveals that Organization XIII actually controls the Heartless; that they travel from world to world, swarming it with Heartless and pretending to fight them off, while in reality waiting for Roxas' weapon, the keyblade, to release the hearts and transport them to a holding unit called Kingdom Hearts, for Organization XIII have none of their own and are looking to get it back. Meanwhile, all is not well within the Organization. On the one hand, Roxas discovers a captive called Naminé, and with her recalls his former life where he truly did defend his own world from these creatures, and therefore begins to question whether or not what the Organization is doing is really right. On the other hand, member MArluxia feels that Xemnas is working his plan out too slowly and plots with Larxene to overthrow him and speed up the main plan. Roxas is captured by DiZ and the three teens, and it is there he relizes he must resuce Naminé and destroy the Organization, ironically at the same time that Marluxia decides to put his own coup into action. Roxas eventually destroys most of the Organization members. When DiZ, who is Ansem the Wise, destroys Kingdom Hearts, Xemnas tries to escape. However, Marluxia appears in his own starship and as he tries to ballte Xemnas' cruiser, Roxas uses his keyblade to destroy them both. Roxas and Naminé start a new life together in Twilight Town, realizing that they are each others' heart all along. 3. SCRIPT: THE MIDDLE OF THE FILM *SPOILERS (obviously)* INT: CASTLE OBLIVION ABOVEGROUND HQ – NIGHT NAMINÉ and LARXENE are staring at each other. Naminé is terrified, and Larxene smiles and fiddles with her knives, menacingly. MARLUXIA is standing some ways away lost in thought. Suddenly, the Door to Darkness opens. Again, Marluxia and Larxene stand in formation to greet whoever appears. This time, it is SAIX and DEMYX. MARLUXIA: What are you doing here? DEMYX: That’s what I always ask! SAIX: (slightly annoyed) The girl. Xemnas wants her at the transport. Saix motions to Demyx, who slowly plods towards Naminé. MARLUXIA: The transport? Why? SAIX: Number Thirteen has betrayed us. He has destroyed Xaldin, and Axel is nowhere to be found. The Superior insisted that we leave here at once and accelerate the destruction of this world. LARXENE: But there are still so many hearts to gather here! SAIX: I should think you’d be happy. You two are always complaining that out strategy is too slow. Marluxia glances over at Demyx, who instead of seizing Naminé is entranced by her drawings and asking her about them. MARLUXIA: And Roxas? SAIX: You two are to stay here and destroy him before joining us on the transport. You’ll have the members below-ground for re-enforcements, and I’ll be leaving Demyx here. At this, Demyx turns around. DEMYX: What?! Me?! What am I going to do? I’m an artist! I don’t fight. So I squirt people with a little water. Big deal! The only person that might really hurt is lightning lady over here… At this, Larxene and Marluxia exchange a glance. Saix notices this and turns to Demyx. SAIX: (through gritted teeth, half-nervously, half-angrily) Be quiet, Demyx… DEMYX: Nu-uh! I’m sick of this! All the time, I ask myself, what am I doing here? I have no place in battle! I play the sitar, for the love of…And yet, he just keeps assigning me missions where I have to fight, and I don’t like it. If I wasn’t so afraid of him, I’d tell him that. Go right up and say that I am just not cut out for this… Suddenly, the tip of MARLUXIA’S SCYTHE bursts through Demyx’s chest. He gags a bit. Marluxia twists the scythe, then removes it. Demyx’s body begins evaporating into whisps of black smoke, cell-by-cell, from the wound. He falls to his knees. DEMYX: (gasping) No…way… He falls on his face as he completely disappears. SAIX: TRAITOR! He summons his CLAYMORE and runs towards Marluxia, but Larxene assaults him with a barrage of knives. Thinking quickly, he grabs Naminé and, scowling at Marluxia, runs through the Door to Darkness and shuts it behind him. Marluxia rushes to the door, but it won’t open for him. He tries the keypad and still nothing happens. MARLUXIA: Dammit! He’s locked it! We have to get him before the rest of them take off. LARXENE: What are we going to do? He said Roxas is on his way, and I know the old geezers in the basement will have heard what just happened. MARLUXIA: They shouldn’t be too much trouble for you. I just need time to figure out this lock. Larxene nods and turns towards the hallway, knives raised.
((Hi there, I just felt like doing something crazy, since I'm not at home and can't work on Keyblade Wars for the moment, I did this. Hope you all enjoy! Dedicated to 2Foxxie4U and Gharanth, as well as the cast and crew of Org. XIII: It's a Beautiful Day. With apologies to Stephen Katz, The Cohen Brothers, and Monty Python.)) **************************************************************** Scene Stealers (an Organization XIII Eats Waffles story). “Why him, you monster?!” yelled Vexen. “Why not the…the scriptgirl?!” The rest of the Organization watched the stage intently as Vexen was pacing about. Saix was standing stoically on a raised platform near the back, his arms folded across his chest like a dead man. “The scriptgirl?” Saix chuckled in a vaguely Romanian accent, “I’ll eat her later.” Vexen stared incredulously for a moment before continuing, “Because of you, I now have to go to Berlin and get another photographer. You must control yourself while I am away.” Vexen turned to leave when Saix said “I don’t think we need the writer any longer.” Vexen looked back. “What?” “The writer,” Saix said before shaking his head. Vexen stared for another moment before saying “As much as it pains me to admit, the writer is necessary. ALL my crew is necessary!” “I don’t think the ship is necessary,” said Saix. “The ship?” Vexen said, growing more exasperated, “But there are more than a dozen scenes on the ship!” “But, I don’t sail,” said Saix silkily. “THEN I WILL REPLACE YOU WITH THE DOUBLE!” Vexen screamed. “I will shoot all your scenes with the double! You will have NO scenes in this film! None! Zero! Go ahead, eat the writer. Then maybe you can explain another way your character gets to Bremen!” A silence set in as Vexen calmed down. Sighing, he continued. “I can shoot the scenes at sea around you, but you’ll still need to sail to shoot the climax at Heilgoland.” “Or else what?” Saix said softly. “Or else what?” said Vexen, “Or else no Greta. All her scenes are there.” Saix moved for the first time, and he contorted as if the news brought him pain. “I will go to Heilgoland,” Saix hissed, “But I won’t sail.” “Heilgoland is an island,” said Vexen coolly, “It can only be reached be sea.” “Or by air,” Saix said thoughtfully. Vexen closed his eyes and lightly pinched the bridge of his nose. “And if I find a way to fly you in,” he said, “will you leave my crew alone?” “Or else what?” Saix repeated. “Don’t think I can’t hurt you,” said Vexen. “Tell me how you could harm me,” said Saix, “when even I am not certain how I could harm myself.” Another pause, then both of them turned to the rest of the Organization in the audience. “And scene,” said Saix in his normal voice. The room burst with mild applause. Xemnas stood up in the front row. “Shadow of the Vampire,” Xemnas said, “is an obscure choice, but effective. You both played the scene marvelously. I particularly liked Saix’s accent. You two might want to review your scripts, though, because I think you might have forgotten a line or two. You may sit down.” Saix and Vexen bowed and then left the stage. Xemnas continued, “Two pairs left. Who wants to go next?” Axel and Marluxia looked at each other, shrugged, then raised their hands. Xemnas nodded and they made their way to the stage. “Remember,” said Xemnas, “Wow me.” Marluxia brought a table to the middle of the stage and ducked under it. Axel picked up a cage with a little stuffed bird inside and walked up to the counter. “Hello,” said Axel in a British accent, “I wish to make a complaint. Hello, miss?” Marluxia popped up from behind the counter. “What do you mean, ‘miss’?!” he demanded in a similar accent. Axel considered a moment before saying “I'm sorry, I have a cold. I wish to make a complaint!” “We're closin' for lunch,” Marluxia said quickly. “Never mind that, my lad,” said Axel, putting the cage on the table. “I wish to complain about this parrot what I purchased not half an hour ago from this very boutique.” “Oh yes, the, uh, the Norwegian Blue,” Marluxia said nervously. “What's, uh...What's wrong with it?” “I'll tell you what's wrong with it, my lad,” said Axel dryly. “It's dead, that's what's wrong with it!” The Organization members in the audience began to snicker as Marluxia said “No, no, he's uh...he's resting.” “Look, matey,” said Axel in an annoyed tone, “I know a dead parrot when I see one, and I'm looking at one right now.” “No, no he's not dead, he's…he's restin'!” stuttered Marluxia. “Remarkable bird, the Norwegian Blue, isn't it, ay? Beautiful plumage!” “The plumage don't enter into it,” said Axel, “It's stone dead.” “Nononono, no, no! He's resting!” insisted Marluxia. “All right then, if he's restin', I'll wake him up!” said Axel as he bent down to the cage. “'Ello, Mister Polly Parrot!” Axel bellowed at the stuffed bird, “I've got a lovely fresh cuttlefish for you if you show...” Marluxia nudged the cage. “There, he moved!” he said. “No, he didn't,” Axel exclaimed over roars of laughter from the audience, “that was you hitting the cage!” “I never!” Marluxia cried. “Yes, you did!” insisted Axel. “I never did anything!” Marluxia said again. Axel went back to the cage. “'ELLO POLLY!!!!!” bellowed Axel as he took the bird out of the cage and started banging it on the table, “Testing! Testing! Testing! Testing! This is your nine o'clock alarm call!” He threw the plushie bird into the air and watched it plummet sadly to the floor. “Now that’s what I call a dead parrot,” Axel said matter-of-factly. Marluxia waited for the laughter to subside a bit before going “No, no.....No, he's stunned!” “Stunned?!” said Axel in disbelief. “Yeah! You stunned him, just as he was wakin' up!” said Marluxia. “Norwegian Blues stun easily, major.” Axel shook his head. “Um...now look...now look, mate, I've definitely 'ad enough of this,” he said, “That parrot is definitely deceased, and when I purchased it not half an hour ago, you assured me that its total lack of movement was due to it bein' tired and shagged out following a prolonged squawk.” “Well, he's...he's, ah...probably pining for the fjords,” offered Marluxia. “PININ' for the FJORDS?! What kind of talk is that?!” Axel hollered. “Look, why did he fall flat on his back the moment I got him home?” “The Norwegian Blue prefers keepin' on it's back! Remarkable bird, isn’t it, squire? Lovely plumage!” “Look,” said Axel, “I took the liberty of examining that parrot when I got it home, and I discovered the only reason that it had been sitting on its perch in the first place was that it had been NAILED there.” There was a bit of a pause as the aisles were rolling with laughter before Marluxia finally said “Well, o'course it was nailed there! If I hadn't nailed that bird down, it would have nuzzled up to those bars, bent 'em apart with its beak, and VOOM! Feeweeweewee!” and with the last section mimed with his hands a bird fluttering away. “’Voom’?” Axel said, putting both hands on the table and looking into Marluxia’s eyes, “Mate, this bird wouldn't ‘voom’ if you put four million volts through it! He's bleedin' demised!” “No no, he’s pinin’!” Marluxia repeated weakly. “’He’s not pinin’!” Axel yelled at the height of exasperation while shaking the bird in Marluxia’s face, “He’s passed on! This parrot is no more! He has ceased to be! He's expired and gone to meet his maker! He's a stiff! Bereft of life, he rests in peace! If you hadn't nailed ‘im to the perch he'd be pushing up the daisies! His metabolic processes are now history! He's off the twig! He's kicked the bucket, he's shuffled off his mortal coil, run down the curtain and joined the bleedin' choir invisible! THIS IS AN EX-PARROT!” Axel was giving Marluxia the stare of death, the laughter in the auditorium was deafening, and finally Marluxia said “Well, I’d better replace it then.” Axel turned to the audience and said “If you want something done in this country, you have to talk until you’re blue in the face.” And with that, Marluxia and Axel gave a little bow as a thunderous applause broke out. Foremost was Xemnas. “Excellent, excellent!” said Xemnas, “That was marvelous! Absolutely flawless! I didn’t want it to end, which is more than I can say for some acts…” He glanced over to Roxas and Xaldin, whose rendition of the “Royale with Cheese” conversation from Pulp Fiction had been less than thrilling. As they took their seats again, Xemnas said “Well, last scene. You two are up.” Zexion looked over at Larxene, who nodded and headed backstage. Zexion cracked his knuckles and slowly trod towards the stage. Once there, he looked over the audience with a small smile. He cracked his knuckles, did a few stretches, and then held out his hand. Darkness issued forth, covering the entire auditorium. A strange sound reverberated through the room as a gigantic bowling pin (or rather, Zexion’s illusion of one) slowly hovered across the stage as a series of words appeared overhead. “Jackie Treehorn presents,” the words read, “The Dude, Maude Lebowski, in…” The bowling pin stood upright and was flanked by a pair of bowling balls, creating a rather suggestive image as the word “Gutterballs” flashed. Suddenly, the room was flooded with the sound of Kenny Rogers singing “Just Dropped In (To See What Condition my Condition was In)” and the pin disappeared along with the balls. At that moment, Zexion came slowly dancing in to the music, wearing a sleeveless cable repairman outfit and looking unusually cheerful. He walked up to what looked like the shoe rental station from a Bowling alley, where a sour-looking mustached man in a beret with the nametag “Saddam” handed him a pair of bowling sneakers. Instantly, they were on Zexion’s feet and he began dancing down a lighted staircase just as a chorus of girls with ridiculous bowling pin headdresses began dancing around Larxene, who had appeared wearing an operatic Viking outfit. Zexion, holding a bowling ball high over his head like a relic, walked over to Larxene. He caressed her arm lightly in a loving manner before taking her hand and inserting her fingers into the holes on the bowling ball. As the chorus girls danced down the bowling lane and opened their legs for the ball’s passage, Zexion held Larxene close and helped her to launch the ball down the lane. Except when the ball hit the lane, it was no longer a ball. It was Zexion floating headfirst about five inches above the lane. As he passed under the chorus girls’ legs, he slowly turned on his back to see up their skirts, his vacant grin growing wider, before turning back on his stomach and hitting the pins at the end of the lane. As they disappeared, the song ended and the auditorium was once again pitch black. Then the lights came on to reveal Zexion and Larxene, back in their cloaks, bowing. The applause was deafening, except from Axel and Marluxia who yelled “Hey! He used his powers! No fair!” Nobody else seemed to notice. Zexion and Larxene sat back down and Xemnas took the stage. “Well,” said Xemnas, “This has certainly been a fun day and a fun competition. But now it’s time for the results.” The Organization held its breath. “In third place,” Xemnas said, “is Luxord and Demyx for their performance of the ‘Independent Contractors on the Death star’ scene from Clerks!” Luxord and Demyx looked pleased with themselves. Demyx stood up and did a “Randal Walk.” “In second place,” Xemnas said, “is Axel and Marluxia for ‘The Dead Parrot Sketch’ from Monty Python’s Flying Circus.” “What? Second?!” Marluxia said incredulously. “And first place,” Xemnas said, “is, of course, Zexion and Larxene for the ‘Gutterballs’ sequence from The Big Lebowski!” Again, a roar of applause drowning out the protests of Marluxia. “He used his power over illusion! He shouldn’t have been able to do that!” “Third place prize is,” Xemnas said, ”uhh…this bag of peanuts.” He tossed it to Luxord and Demyx, who looked at it oddly. “Second place prize is this set of Ginsu knives.” He tossed that package to Axel and Marluxia. “How ‘Glengarry Glenn Ross’ of you,” said Axel. Marluxia only scowled. “And finally,” started Xemnas. “Yes yes,” said Larxene, “We all know first prize is a new car. That’s why we bothered going through this. Gimmie!” “Ahh, yes,” said Xemnas, “Here it is!” And with that, Xemnas waved his hand and a car appeared on the stage. A rather…odd-looking car. Zexion and Larxene stared. “What…?” “Beautiful, no?” Xemnas said, “This is the EV1, a prototype electric car, and the preferred mode of transportation for the universe. At least it would have been, if those greedy oil companies hadn’t paid off the car people to take these babies off the market. Thousands were needlessly destroyed, but I was able to save this one, and now it’s yours! Enjoy!” Larxene stared. “Well, at least I’ll never be far away from an electric charge…” she said, not looking at all hopeful. “You see,” said Zexion, “this is exactly why I never participate in these stupid games.” The End
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((Comments, good or bad, are encouraged. This will be a fairly long series, so expect semi-frequent updates. This installment is more or less of a teaser.)) Prologue When Sora, Riku, and Kairi received the King’s letter, they could never guess what events were truly unfolding. Though both the Heartless and Nobody of the scientist Xehanort had been vanquished, the creatures he helped create still ran amok, largely due to the efforts of the sorceress Maleficent. Her lust for power was too great. When the King had finally confronted her, she tried in desperation to cast a powerful yet mysterious spell from the back of an old book she had found in Hollow Bastion. Not knowing what it would do but figuring it would help her, she recited the incantation. According to the King, a great flash of light followed by pitch darkness enveloped them. When it cleared, the reconstituted Xehanort stood before them. Maleficent was destroyed and the King barely escaped. Now, Xehanort was traveling from world to world, recruiting the scum of the universe to fight for him. What was worse, he was training them all to use dark keyblades. It is well known that the keyblade is fickle in just who it chooses to allow its use. The King estimated that if Xehanort could find many dark keyblade wielders, that they would be able to find just as many light ones. And so Sora, Riku, and Kairi set off to the different worlds and collected all of their friends for battle training in Twilight Town. But even then, there was a problem. Obviously, with news of Xehanort’s return, the Princesses of Heart were kept under close supervision. However, word soon reached the King’s ear that Xehanort had discovered the existence of more Princesses, and that seven was just the number needed to unlock the true Kingdom Hearts. It was discovered that Ariel of Atlantica and Mulan of the Land of Dragons were such Princesses, but no worry was made as they were training in combat, as was Kairi and, oddly enough, Belle. However Xehanort and his agents were now searching worlds far outside the domain of both Disney Castle and Hollow Bastion for other Princesses, as well as more recruits. Once again, the King figured that two could play at this game. Enlisting the help of Cid Highwind, toymaker Gippetto, and Twilight Town’s Struggle champion and aviation expert Setzer Gabbiani, a great Gummi ship was constructed that would shuttle many passengers around. And, of course, Sora was instructed to head this mission alongside Donald and Goofy. After much preparation, Sora, Donald, and Goofy set out for innerspace. Leaving the familiar Disney galaxy behind, they began a long journey into uncharted territory. Chapter 1 – Bond of Flame The first world that they touched down on seemed mostly like grassland except for a small town in the middle of almost nowhere. All of the village’s citizens gave them really odd looks on arrival. Sora felt really uncomfortable now. Before, they were supposed to keep up the appearance that there were no other worlds and that they belonged to whatever place they were visiting. However, now that they were openly recruiting, they needn’t keep up such disguises anymore, or so Donald had said. This meant that they were more recognizably outsiders than ever before. Sora was awakened from these musings by the sound of a loud crash. Instantly, a young man with dirty-blonde hair and a long tail jumped out of the window of a nearby house, followed closely by a younger man with slightly lighter blonde hair and a woman of the same age with short, dark hair. “Tribal!†screamed the boy, “You give that back now!†Without thinking, Sora stuck his arm out and clotheslined the thief, who had been more interested by where he came from than where he was going. He picked up what the thief had dropped: an old, yet ornately designed button. The thief got up, looked from Sora to the other man, and whispered to Sora “You have no idea what you’re doing,†before running off into the distant hills. “Thanks,†said the other blonde-haired man when he reached the trio, “I thought he’d make off with it for sure.†“What is it?†asked Sora. “It’s a button. It belonged to our father.†“Adopted father,†the young woman added. “He disappeared about five years ago. He’s most likely dead. This was something he entrusted to us before he left.†“I’m sorry to hear that,†said Goofy. “Why did that other guy want it so bad?†asked Donald. “Who can tell?†replied the man. “Zidane Tribal is a menace, but he’s only ever stolen food before. Maybe some loose change. But for the past few months or so, he’s been trying to run off with things that were important to Ela.†“Ela was your foster father?†Sora asked. “Yes,†replied the young woman. “He was barely older than us, but he raised us the best he could. He was the closest this town had to a chief or an official. Five years ago, the town was attacked by these dark beings. Ela took a party to the hills to vanquish them. The creatures never appeared again, but neither did Ela.†“Some say,†said the man, “that his ghost haunts the caves. There is something menacing up there, but I don’t believe in ghosts. It’s probably a few more of those creatures that were leftover from the raid that are building numbers.†“We think somebody should go up there and exterminate whatever’s there,†said the woman, “but everyone in town is too afraid.†Sora, Donald, and Goofy looked at each other. This sounded like Heartless all right. “We’ll help you out,†said Sora, “We’re kind of traveling warriors, who have been fighting these creatures. I’m Sora, and this is Donald and Goofy.†“I’m Luke,†said the man, “and this is my sister Leia.†“I sure hope you can handle these things,†said Leia flatly. “Ela didn’t survive, and he was the consummate battle strategist. He always knew what to do and made sure everyone knew the plan, knew all the steps.†Luke chuckled, “You remember how he always used to ask if everyone had ‘got it memorized’ before anything was carried out†Sora started and looked at Donald and Goofy. “That sounds kinda like…†Goofy started. “Luke, Leia, would either of you have a picture of Ela?†Sora asked, “A painting or a statue, or some image?†“Well, sure,†said Luke, “and you guys should probably rest a bit before you trek up there. The trio was barely in the door five minutes when they saw the shrine to Ela. The hair was a bit longer and tied into a ponytail, and the marks under the eyes were a bit more elaborate, but this was definitely the same man. The same man who had acted as a double-agent of sorts against Sora’s enemies. The same man who Sora had seen dissolve into nothingness after opening a portal to the world of the Nobodies. “Axel…†Sora whispered to himself quietly. “What did you say?†asked Luke. “Nothing,†said Sora quickly, “It’s just…I knew someone who looked a lot like him once.†*** “So this ‘Ela’ person must have been Axel’s original self,†said Donald as the trio trekked up to the hills. Goofy nodded. Sora said nothing. He was staring at the miniature chakram keychain that Axel had left behind on their last meeting. Tell Kairi I’m sorry. You can tell her yourself. Think I’ll pass. My heart just wouldn’t be in it, you know? Haven’t got one. “Sora!†Sora jumped and looked at Donald, who continued “Stay with us, please?†“Yeah…sorry…†was all Sora could manage to get out. When they finally arrived at a small rocky outcropping, they noticed the gigantic mouth of a cave. Sora examined it from the outside while Donald and Goofy checked the perimeter. The cave seemed fairly shallow, though it did lead off a bit to the left. When the duck and the dog returned to Sora’s side, the three of them entered the cave. They didn’t get far before flames shot towards them at startling speed. Barely making it out of the cave in time, they looked behind them to see they were followed by a large Heartless. It was thin, pitch-black except for its glowing yellow eyes, and its head seemed to be very spiky. Its hands were two black weapons of a familiar shape. “Axel?†cried Sora. The Heartless turned its head to the boy and shot out a stream of fire from its chakram-hand. Sora rolled towards the others. “It’s a Heartless, Sora! Destroy it!†screamed Donald. “I can’t! He helped us!†“Axel helped us!†shouted Donald as they dodged another pillar of flame, “This is a Heartless!†“Look out!†called Goofy as he shielded them from a large burst of flame. The force knocked them back, and the keychain that Sora was looking at flew out of his hand and straight into the creature’s eye. The Heartless howled in pain as little strands of thorny white energy slithered down from the object in its eye and wrapped around the beast, creating an odd-looking zebra pattern. The white energy collected around the chest area and Sora’s keyblade activated itself, shining a beam of light into the keyhole that white energy had created. There was a great flash of light, and the creature’s howls became the screaming of a familiar voice. When the light cleared, there was a man on the ground where the Heartless once stood. He was wearing a sleeveless cloak of pastel red, and his taped-up hands were holding two small chakrams. His hair was long and red, and tied into a small tail in the back, and when he looked up at the trio it was with green eyes with long blue darts underneath. He flashed the trio a trademark smirk. “I guess they were wrong when they said there’s no going home again,†he quipped. “Axel?†cried Sora in surprise, “or is it ‘Ela’?†“Apparently so,†said Ela, “though how I got here is a mystery.†“When you…when your nobody dissolved, a keychain was left behind, and we threw the keychain at your heartless.†“Ahh yes, the keychain,†smiled Ela, “Who knew? I left what remained of my nobody’s power in that thing for you to help you defeat Xemnas. Since you’re all here, I guess it worked. But what are you doing here? So far from the realm of Disney Castle?†“You’re not the only one who reconstituted,†explained Donald. “Maleficent inadvertently brought Xehanort back, and now he’s building up an army. We’re trying to do the same for our side.†“Hmm…the ultimate showdown of good verses evil?†Ela smirked, “Count me in! The twins should be old enough to take care of themselves by now. Over 20 years old, if my math is correct. Oh, sorry, you probably have no idea what I’m talking about.†“Sure we do,†said Goofy, “We met Luke and Leia. How did you come to adopt them in the first place?†Ela’s face dropped. “It’s a long and complicated story,†he said guardedly, “let’s just say I hope we don’t run into their birth father.†They were about to turn and leave when they heard a faint voice chanting something. They went a little farther into the woods beyond the hill cave and came across a small pyre with a large figure in front of it reading an incantation from a book. “Pete!†shouted Donald and Goofy. Pete, formally Maleficent’s right-hand cat, turned around. “Aww crud,†he moaned, “Not you punks again!†“What are you up to, Pete?†growled Sora. “Not that its any of your business, but I like hearing the sound of my own voice so I’ll tell you anyway,†chuckled Pete. “I’m in the employ of Xehanort now, and I was just about to summon an evil spirit to search this world for persons who might be useful to us. Word is there’s a princess of heart around here.†Ela stepped forward quickly and said “You’d better leave now if you know what’s good for you!†“Oh, I will,†said Pete, “Just as soon as my friend arrives. He’ll get the added bonus of cutting you down!†Sora and Ela rushed forward, and Pete summoned a force-field to keep them at bay. As they hacked away at the magic barrier, Pete picked up the old book and started to chant again. “Estuans interious ira vehementi, sors immanis et inanis, veni veni venias, ne me mori facias, gloriosa, generosa, SEPHIROTH!†“Did he just…†started Sora before a beam of light bore into the spot where the pyre was. When it dispersed, a man was seen kneeling on the spot. He slowly stood up and stretched his long, black wing and then turned to Pete. “What do you want?†Sephiroth snarled. “Xehanort’s orders. Search the world for a Princess of Heart and/or anyone who might be sympathetic to our cause. But first, eliminate these goons!†Sephiroth turned to face the heroes and he smiled. “I’ve dealt with them before. They’re weak. This should be no problem.†Pete smiled. “I didn’t think it would be for the great Sephiroth,†he said before blowing a raspberry at the heroes and sprinting away. Sephiroth unsheathed his massive sword, smiled at the heroes, and rushed towards them. The battle was fierce. Sephiroth kept slashing with his sword at lightning speeds. Sora, Goofy, and Ela worked feverishly to block all the strikes while Donald kept firing magic blasts at him. They battled their way into a clearing, the heroes very tired but Sephiroth barely winded. “Now, you die,†said Sephiroth softly. “Not if I have anything to do with it!†came a voice from the trees and a small dagger flew out of nowhere and hit Sephiroth square in the back. “Who dares?†cried Sephiroth in anger and pain. “I do, you big turkey!†replied the voice and another dagger hit Sephiroth square in the chest. “Fool…you can’t destroy me…†said Sephiroth weakly but triumphantly. “Wanna bet?†replied the voice. As quick as a flash, the thief Zidane Tribal leapt from behind a tree and slashed with a short sword, decapitating Sephiroth. Sephiroth’s body spasmed for a few moments before exploding in a great flash of light. “So,†said Zidane, “I see your finally back to normal.†Ela smiled, “Where have you been all this time?†“I’ve been trying to resurrect you, but the twins saw me taking your things and kept beating me. I would’ve gotten away the last time if it weren’t for these idiots!†aid Sora, “How were we supposed to know.†“You could’ve asked!†Ela chuckled. “Everything will be fine now, I’m sure. Hey, do you want to come with us to fight our little war? You’re certainly the type we need.†“Nah,†said Zidane. “Someone still needs to keep an eye on Skywalker’s spawn while you’re away.†“I agree,†said Ela, “First I thought they were old enough, but if Xehanort keeps sending agents like that creep…†“Also,†said Zidane, “Do you think they can stand up to their father?†“If he’s even still alive,†said Ela. “I hate it when people are cryptic around us,†said Donald. So, as Zidane headed back to the town, Sora, Donald, and Goofy took Ela to the Gummi ship. After a more detailed briefing, they were off to the next world.
Okay, I wasn't sure whether to put this in "KH2 General" or "Movies," so I put it here in "Spam." Mods are welcome to move this. Okay...say you've just got the rights to make a live-action movie based on Organization XIII. The catch is, you can't cast any of their original voice actors for the roles, since they look different (you are, however, allowed to cast actors who lent their voices to other characters in the game, if they fit.) What would your dream cast be? It can be anyone who is alive today, as long as they aren't the character's original voice actors. Remember, this is Live-Action, so think about looks as well. Here's my own partial list. I'll add more if someone else gives me a good idea: Xemnas - BILLY ZANE Xigbar - WILLEM DAFOE Xaldin - BENICIO DEL TORO Vexen - TIM CURRY Lexaeus - MICKEY ROURKE Zexion - ME or DANIEL RADCLIFFE Saix - JIM CARREY Axel - JAMES RODAY Demyx - JASON LEE Luxord - Marluxia - JOHNNY DEPP Larxene - Roxas - HALEY JOEL OSMENT Any thoughts? Make your own lists. You can agree or disagree with anyone I have up there, and give me ideas for those I don't.
Used with a Magic the Gathering card-creator. I tried making them all, but the picture dimensions turned almost all of them into funhouse mirrors.
I just found this really weird website...www.ugo.com/channels/comics/heroMachine2/heromachine2.asp I made a Marluxia. I finished the Scythe and the zippers on the cloak myself in Paint, but the rest I used what the generator had. What do you think?
There's something that's been really bugging me about the Kingdom Hearts mythology as revised by KH2. Now, in KH1, the Heartless were described as those without hearts. Okay, fair enough. In KH2 we are lead to believe that the Heartless are hearts without bodies and that Nobodies are bodies without hearts. Well...shouldn't it be the other way around? Shouldn't the Heartless be Bodies that are Heart-Less and shouldn't Nobodies be Hearts with No Bodies? Just food for thought, and I apologize if there's already a thread like this.
Hi there! This is my little production company. I've made a few AMVs, and I plan to make more, so instead of saturating this board with dozens of little threads (like I've been doing), I'm going to make it one big thread and post all my updates in here. So be sure to check back here often, like the title says. This is the thread where you can post all your comments, and I do insist you post a comment, be it positive or negative. Now, to start off, here's the links to the first several videos I've done, which I have posted in their own threads. By putting them here, I'm allowing the past threads to die off. Here, in the order in which I made them: Axel's Sugar Daddy - http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=1s19kLIOlTI The Kingdom Hearts Radio Hour - http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Pt2EdK3sNlo Organization XIII's Lonely Hearts Club Band - http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=wnyzduR_mAg Kingdom Hearts Radio Hour II; The Sequel - http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=VDM0P9FlSTk Sephiroth's Prize - http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=P4jYjrsE_uA Alrighty then. Now...here's the one I spent all day today making. Let me know what you think: Roxas' Trial - http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=-WGsDkmNT_8 I hope you all enjoy them. :D And, again, let me know what you think. P.S. In case you're all wondering, the company name comes from a review of the movie "Sin City" where the reviewer refers to Elijah Wood's character, Kevin, as a "ninja cannibal nerd." I liked it so much, I adopted it. If I ever get famous, that'll be the name of my official production company.
What exactly is the WB? Can someone tell me this? What's it mean? The WB...the Water Bucket? The Wimpy Boy? The Wet Bananas? I don't know what! The Weird Butt? What? I'm asking! This has been a special report from the Weird Butt network
Alright, not that many people here saw it, but I loved what I did for the end credits of "The Kingdom Hearts Radio Hour II" that I made a video for the whole song. It's not the best AMV I've ever done, but it was fun to make and I think it's cool. http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=P4jYjrsE_uA You can find other AMVs I've done by searching for my name in this thread or searching for videos by "Cobblepot27." Please leave comments someplace, I don't care if it's here or on YouTube.
Here it is! The sequel to my Kingdom HEarts Radio Hour, and it only took me all night to finish! - http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=VDM0P9FlSTk In case you missed it, here's the original Radio Hour: http://kh-vids.net/showthread.php?t=3266 And in case you're interested in that sort of thing, here are the other AMVs I made: Axel's Sugar Daddy - http://kh-vids.net/showthread.php?t=3154 Organization XIII's Lonely Hearts Club Band - http://kh-vids.net/showthread.php?t=3623 Please leave comments on YouTube or in these respective threads. I'm going to bed now.
Hi. I need someone who is skilled at photoshop to help me with a project for a different website. Please PM me for details if you are interested. Familiarity with the movie "Alien" is preferred.
Here it is, my third AMV. The lip synch isn't as great as the others, but I did the best I could with what I had: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=wnyzduR_mAg You can also find my first AMV, "Axel's Sugar Daddy", here: http://kh-vids.net/showthread.php?t=3154 And my second, "The Kingdom Hearts Radio Hour", right here: http://kh-vids.net/showthread.php?t=3266 Leave comments on youtube or in these threads, please!
This is my second attempt at redubbing, following in the footsteps of a zillion other randomness videos, here's the Kingdom Hearts Radio Hour! http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Pt2EdK3sNlo Be sure and stick through the whole thing. It does get a little slow in places, but it's always followed by great stuff. Also, if anyone's interested, my other AMV is here: http://kh-vids.net/showthread.php?t=3154 Please check them both out and leave comments either on YouTube or on these threads!
Hi there. This is my first ever AMV. It took me all morning, but I couldn't have done it without you guys on this site. Like the profile on the page says, I am NOT AkuRoku. I think they're reading way too much into what is mearly a simple deep bond of friendship. However...the idea for this video was too funny to pass up. So tell me what you think!:D http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=1s19kLIOlTI P.S. If you guys want me to post the lyrics to the song, just say so.
Hey, I'm not sure if this is in the right forum, but I was thinking...if Anti-Form is basically Heartless Sora...then how cool would it be if instead of both party members disappearing while in Anti...both party members disappear and are replaced with Roxas! I think if Anti-Form returns in KH3, they should set it up that way so you aren't completely helpless in Anti-Form.
Sephiroth is almost certainly Jewish. I mean, there are some exceptions I'm sure, but Roth is such a Jewish name. Also, I've seen the pictures of him in Advent Children and he's kind of got our nose. This sucks because it's creeps like him that give us Jews a bad name to a-holes and Gibsons. Thoughts?
Hi! I just wrote this, I'd like to perform it live sometime. Let me know what you think. Oh, and I'm decent at voices, so imagine me doing them when in quotations. ***WARNING: CONTAINS SUGGESTIVE THEMES AND SOME STRONG LANGUAGE THAT THE FORUM WILL CENSOR. VIEWER DESCRETION ADVISED! YOU HAVE BEEN WARNED*** All right. Here we go. How are you all doing tonight? Are we Living La Vida Loca? I haven't listened to radio in a while. That song is still popular, right? Huh? Maybe we can all do the Macarena later, because that's what the rage is with us young people today. Am I right, folks? Nah. I listen to the radio sometimes. I just don't often think there's anything worth listening to. I mean, there's a lot of rap on the air today which, personally, I can't stand. Though I will say "Amish Paradise" rocked my socks. No, but...And, you know, I mean no disrespect to people trying to make a living or people who find meaning in everything these artists do, hey that's your taste, that's cool. It is not my taste, and I will tell you why. When it comes to rap, what I have to say I truly dislike about it is the melody. Mainly the fact that there isn't one. You're declaring to a backbeat. Seriously, stop the charade. It's spoken-word poetry. In the 1920's, you'd all have berets, goatees, and a set of bongos, people. And I mean the instruments. Get your mind out of the gutter. "I like big butts and I cannot lie." Personally, that's not a part of the woman's body I take a special liking to. You know, it's nice as part of the whole, but...ahh...not so hot by itself. See, the thing about an a** is...I have one myself, and I know what mine does. So, you see, I'm not so enthralled. Whatever floats your boat, though. Wink wink, nudge nudge. "I like big butts." There's a lot of that kind of thing in rap. Nah, I'm picking on rap too much, pretty much all songs since the beginning of music are sexual. Just some genres are more subtle than others. The Beatles sing "I wanna hold your hand", it sounds nice and cute and respectful and you know for a fact that if they had their way holding hands would be just the tip of the iceberg. I'm not one of those people who say that violence on the streets comes from rap, that's one thing I will vehemently defend rap on. Violence in the world is not caused by the lyrics of a rap song, or the body count in a Governator movie, or the mobster from the video game killing hookers with a car battery and a vanilla smoothie. Violence is caused by people being unintelligent d***s to each other. And if you seriously can't separate the fantasy of a song lyric or a video game from real life morals, there's a word for what you are. It's not politically correct, I'm sad to say, but that word is f***ing ******ed. Not just ******ed. F***ing ******ed. You need the swear in there to catch the full power of this label. See? I know, and I hate to swear. I love hearing it, but I don't like saying it too often. I made a sacrifice for you people tonight, I hope you appreciate that. Anyway, backtrack now, I sent you all on a little journey, I'm going to bring you back to the main road. Stay together people, we're walking, we're walking, and stop! Rap isn't the only music that bugs me. I dislike it, but since I've always disliked it, it doesn't quite offend me as much as what they're passing off as "rock" nowadays. Because I used to be able to say "I like rock!" Now, I'm afraid to in case someone lumps one of these modern hacks into the category. Again, I don't mean to offend people who actually like this kind of music, but I'm on stage so you have to listen to what I have to say. Modern bands who classify themselves as "rock", for the most part, fall into two categories. There's these loud Death Metal types who do not sing, these men do not sing, they scream or growl all their lyrics. "Bury me in your deathloins! I'll get you next time, Gadget!" But, miraculously, I can't tell if they're worse or better than the second group. These bands have singers who also do not sing. These singers whine. They whine and whine oh, how sad. And these fall into two subcategories. There's the one, where the singers try to imitate Kurt Cobain or Eddie Vedder and not realize that both people sang like Marlon Brando's Godfather stunt doubles. Then we've got these Emo kids who whine high and clear but way out of key. "My life is really miserable, but my friend knows three chords." Ugh. I've probably offended you people with different musical tastes, I apologize. Let's talk about dating because there's no possible way I can offend anyone with that subject. Who here is single? Yeah! Hooray for the very very sad and lonely. Yeah, no man, I love love. I'm a hopeless romantic. I'm a one-woman man, and that woman is treated with every bit of respect and care you can imagine. Unfortunately very few women have found this out because, apparently, so I'm told, this is how they see me: "We wants it...we needs it...must have the preciousss! They stole it from us..." I just got out of a serious relationship recently. I think the technical term is "unceremoniously dropkicked." It was a long distance relationship, and you know, I always seem to find myself in those. I mean women think I'm charming, kind, and a great catch...when they don't have to be near me. "Fat hobbit is always so polite." It's hard, being in the dating scene again. Never really was in any scene to begin with. I've been going to a couple of parties. Campus radio station has parties at this bar all the time and, for the record, I don't drink or do any kind of drugs. You want me to be in complete control of my mind at all times, trust me. Anyway, yeah...I've got a question...what is up with the women who dance by rubbing their behinds in your crotch? I mean, I get on the dance floor...I come from the "make crap up as you go" school of dancing...and these women gyrate and rub themselves on me. And the worst part is I never see them again once the song's over! I'm like "Hey! Where are you going? I thought we had something special, you harlot!" Nope, you're going home alone more lonely than you were when you got there because you had it in front of you and it was snatched away at the last second! Tis a cruel world, my friends. And you know, I'm not really a bad lover. I just wish someone would let me prove that. I'll admit, I have not done the do. I'd be up for sacrifice in a more primitive culture. Or if there was a dragon around. No, but in lack of doing, I'm reading. I've read and searched and studied techniques of pleasure, so all I need is a willing victim. I mean...oh shoot, now I'll never get any. They’re on to me. Ha...but, you know, I'm terrified, man. I'm worried about how I'm going to be, whether my training has paid off. Well, at least if I'm not that great, I've got a healthy collection of toys for my woman to use. I think she'll dig my mint condition Boba Fett in his original packaging, what do you think? Yeah, it's tough though. Several of the girlfriends I've had in my life made promises. "Oh, we'll lose our virginity together! It will be wonderful." Well, they never stuck around long enough to make good on our promises, but oddly enough they all managed to find someone to fill in for me afterwards. Ahh...you're applauding my pain. But, you know, that's just how it goes. It'll happen for me, and it'll happen for all of you...I just hope by the time it comes for me I'll still have enough blood left in my brain to make a good judgment on who with. Because you can't deny how the male brain wants to work. You can hate it, you can try to resist, but the thoughts always pop in there. It's just how we're wired. I like to cuddle. Call me a girl, but cuddling is my favorite. But, as a male, I can't do it without thinking where else it might want to go. And I try to enjoy it as just the cuddling itself, but then my body betrays me and I get nervous. Not to be immodest or anything but, believe me, I'm nervous for a reason. I've got about two people who can testify to that. Then again, they might have been blowing smoke. Anyway, the point is, you would notice. And that carries with it all sorts of problems, doesn't it? "What if she feels it?" "What if she calls me a pervert and hates me forever?" And then, of course, the male mind creeps in. "Well...what if she likes it?" You want to listen to that voice. There's hope in that voice. There's heaven in that voice. But that voice gets the living snot beaten out of it by the doubt so you're just frozen like a deer in headlights and that's when you realize your entire body has gone so rigid that you’re cutting off the circulation to her spine. Thank you! Good night!
Hi there. Since we're all friends, I thought I'd start posting the weekly comic strip I draw for my college's student-run newspaper. The end of semester is coming soon, which gives you guys time to catch up from last year. I'm going to post one strip every couple of days until you're all caught up, and then I'll post them as I draw them for the paper. Please forgive the early ones for their difficulty of reading. I get better, honest. I'll be willing to "translate" if anyone has a problem. Here is the first one from around September, 2005. "Universal Dating." Here's the audio commentary for this. I went into the weekly meeting, a freshman in his first week of college, not knowing what to expect. I found it very entertaining and I wanted to start doing strips. So I came up with this idea, which was based on a doodle I did in high school, and refined it during my afternoon class. And that's pretty much it. Let me know what you think. MANY more to come.
