Vanitas

I think someone hacked Sora96 account. O_o

"I hate to ruin such a warm reunion" called down Scape from on top of a Wyern heartless. Drakath's instructions still rang in his ears. "Elminate Silver" Scape repeated to himself. "Lets see if your sacrifice was worth it" Scape said with a snap of his fingers. Numerous heartless appeared over the air of Twilight Town. Scape brandished his keyblades, as the heartless charged. Scape's yellow eyes were cold like steel.

As the smoke cleared, he saw that Lisver had gone. Drakath laughed. "Congratulations, Silver. You've done well. Your service to me is complete. I grant you clean of my Chaorruption. But this means Scape is now your enemy." A small smile lit Scape's face. "Silver" thought Scape. "You let your feelings get the better of you. Our service and loyalty is to Drakath and no one else. Seems you have lost that ideal. Blinded by Spirt perhaps?" thought Scape remembering what had happened outside in the castle grounds. Scape turned towards Drakath. "I'll do my services well" Scape pledged.

The castle shook as Lisver and Trace fought. Scape layed on his bed staring up at the ceiling hollowly. Scapegoat layed next to him. Scapegoat started to shiver. "Yeah" said Scape. "I feel it too. Lets go." Scapegoat reattached itself to Scape's back and together they ascended the steps of the Castle. As he climbed, he eventually fell upon the scene of the fighting. There was Lisver fIghting with someone he did not recognize. But Scape could easily see his power. "What a moral dilemma" cooed Scape. "What to do, what to do..." But Scape had already made his decision. Scape summoned his keyblade and charged at Lisver, Scapegoat shook wildly behind him.

( I have to go ) "Hmph" said Scape watching Soahc leave. "Coward. Who the hell is Romeo and Juliet anyways?" Scape left to return to his room. Thoughts and excitement ran fast in his head. Everything was moving. And fast. It was thrilling. "This should be a lot fun" thought Scape. "Isnt that right Cantabile?" laughed Scape. The puppet said nothing.

Scape furrowed his brows in annoyance. "Mock me will you?" thought Scape. A tint of anger lined his thoughts. If looks could kill. Scape would be shooting daggers right out of his eyes. Scape inhaled a breath of air and tried to keep calm. "Even if my magic might seem..... sub-par in your eyes" started Scape. "I have the good sense to realize whats stupid and whats not. One stupid thing is charging in on our castle alone. The second insulting me. And like Lisver said. We can kill you. You can swing that abomination you call a weapon right to your grave if you wish." Scape jumped out from the destroyed dining hall window. "I suggest you leave before something bad happens" said Scape ominiously.

Scape was polishing off a plate of food when he heard a commotion followed by yelling. "Scape! Get out here, NOW! We have an intruder!" yelled Lisver. Scape snorted. "Now he wants my help" he mumbled. But he was happy. The days have been dragging on one after another. Nothing new. No excitement. No change. Scapegoat shook on Scape's back. Casually he summoned his keyblade. Scape pointed a finger at the window in the dining hall that outlooked the castle grounds. A small concentrated beam of ice broke the massive window. He stepped out onto the shards of broken glass and debris and looked outside. "Here" said Scape with a small smile.

"Seat taken?" asked Scape as he entered the Chaos Dining hall and plopping down in a chair a few feet from Lisver. His yellow gleamed and a sharp toothy grin hung from his face. It gave him the likeliness of a cat. "Sorry to interupt you, but me and Scapegoat got hungry and needed a bite to eat. Right Scapegoat?" The puppet that hung from his back sat unmoving. The earnestness of Scape's voice gave the impression that he expected a response. With a small chuckle Scape turned to Lisver. He could see that he was in the middle of something with Spirt. Odds are it was something important. Scape crossed his arms and leaned back in his chair. "Anything I can help with?" Scape didnt really want to help but it was good to curry favor.

I would love the Corpse Bride

I had a 85 in science. Screwed my lifelong acheivement of straight As.

Sign-ups application: Name: Scape Gender: Male Age: 15 Appearance: Weapon: Diamond Dust and a puppet named Scapegoat. The puppet is plain and faceless. A black cloak is draped over it. Loaded with traps, magicks, and weapons. Hangs from Scape's back Abilites/Magic: Skillful in magic. Controls a wide variety Side: (Chaos/Light) Chaos Zorua!!!!

^Yep Theres like a point everywhere on the body that can inflict pain. The ones by the shoulder blades i would think hurt like firetruck. Especially after a outstretched punch

Teach me!!!!! and NIGGER NIGGER NIGGER! honeybadger don't give a shit! ^The f?

So many weak places to hit lol. Especially if they are strecthed out. Especially on the back.

No. Im not saying she cant sing, she can sing better than me. this song just f***** sucks.

i wouldnt pay for it and be like a big firetruck you

Relius shone with a bright like a green fireball as he crashed through the atmosphere. He crashed somewhere deep in the Candian wilderness. He left a wide scorching path as he cut through the trees and the grass. It looked like chaos. It looked a steamroller that was on fire cut through the woods. The chains that bounded Relius was broken down the middle. Part of the golden chains still hung from his wrist dangling freely with the wind. . "Now then" Relius said. "Lets have some fun."

Chapter 3: For Solist Out of the original 40, only 23 remained. 7 left shortly after. The remaining 16 were merged with all the other recruits who had managed to pass the test. It was funny. Most every boy and girl who had ever dreamed of being a hero, of being special, were incapable of bracing, understanding, and comprehending the carnage. Well, the test had been successful. They had weeded out the weak. The head of the Academy, Admiral Prost, stood behind a podium that rested at the base of giant marble steps. Those steps led up to the Academy. The steps led to glory and for some, the final steps they will ever take. Admiral Prost commended all the boys and girls for their ability and their fortitude in making it this far. "I am proud of each and every one of you. You are the shining future of Solist. You will pave the way for future generations to come. The Liberation grows ever stronger and ever bolder, killing their own kinsmen for the sake of power. We will not let the Liberation's prejudice interfere with the will of our Queen Cerena. You who will carry the weight of this world and you, who will forever have your name immortalized among us, I am sure will make us proud." Admiral Prost cleared his throat and continued. "In the main hall of the Academy you will see that we have put up a list. On these lists we have comprised squads of 3. These squads were based on your strengths and weaknesses and organized to find the most optimal combination for success. Check these lists, find your teams and make friends with them. Who knows, they might just save your life." The Admiral finished with a big round of applause from the staff and the students. He stepped to the side and watched as the students filed in. Relius stood near the front and away from everyone else. As soon as the Admiral finished, he headed right in. As he ascended the steps, he caught the eye of the Admiral. The Admiral raised his eyebrows up in surprise but that quickly dissolved and gave Relius a warm smile. But there was something there, something in the Admiral's eyes. Relius quickly recognized it. It was something like contempt. Relius quickly looked away. Relius was one of the first to reach the grand hall. He quickly scanned through the list to locate his name. He was in Group 3E along with Ryden and a girl named Anna. Ryden.... Relius remembered him. He was that boy who was shot. Relius was surprised that he had chosen to remain after what had happened and wondered if he was okay. He quickly caught himself though. "Why?" wondered Relius. "Why do I care?" Relius felt a pair of eyes staring at him. He looked around and spotted a girl. She looked about to be 5'5 and she had bright red hair that went down to her neck. For a second they looked at each other. She gave a curt nod and walked off. "She must be Anna" thought Relius. "Listen up!" called the Admiral standing near the entrance doors. "When you find your name and your group, head upstairs and find a room. The rooms are divided into two main wings. One is reserved for girls and the others for boys. Under no circumstances are you allowed to enter the wing of your opposite sex. If you can get your own room, good for you. Chances are you have to double up. Missions and training starts tomorrow. Good luck." Relius headed upstairs towards the boys wing. He peered through multiple rooms discovering some to already have occupants and some that left an obvious mark of a messy past tennant. He finally settled on a room near the end of one hall. Inside he found a bathroom, a bunk bed, two wardrobes, and a window overlooking the gardens. He plopped down on the top bunk with the belongings he carried and contemplated his situation. "I did it" he whispered to himself. He opened up his bag and took out a wooden toy sword. The edges of the sword was charred black from fire and had numerous cuts and splinters. Relius squeezed the handle of the wooden blade and smiled.

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