Zola

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Gilgamesh wants your keyblade It makes so much sense

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!1!2!!!!! Or thirteen. That works too.

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If you could have any lame superpower, what would you choose? I'm all for that double jump.

DAY 7 It had been seven days since Xemnas had found him. Seven days since he’d been shown their secret fortress that was so lit up that it wasn’t actually very secret. Seven days to decide that maybe life wasn’t so bad. He walked out into their commons room, and was enthusiastically greeted by Larxene, who waved at him from across the room. While Roxas didn’t remember his past, and he hadn’t known her for very long, he was pretty sure that she was the nicest person he’d ever met. Xigbar also shot him a friendly smile and waved. Roxas waved back wordlessly, glancing over at the fidgety red haired guy they called Axel. Axel noticed, and his fidgeting intensified. “Hey, Roxas,” the redhead echoed Larxene, glancing quickly away after accidentally making eye contact. Roxas still wasn’t sure how to respond to the guy, so he didn’t say anything. He was about to ask Xigbar if he had a spare pen that he could borrow (to use with the journal that Saïx had given him as a welcome gift) when Axel let out a panicked yelp, muttering something about a meeting before darting out of the room. “Ah, looks like it is about that time,” Saïx said, entering the room through the door that Axel had just used to exit. “We’re having a meeting in the Round Room in a few minutes, so I hope you’ll all be there.” He smiled and waved, walking back out the way he’d come. Roxas figured he could ask for a pen later, and followed the group out the door. ---------- “Good tidings, friends. Today is a momentous day.” Axel shifted nervously in his chair as Xemnas spoke, itching his chin. “I am pleased to announce that a new comrade has been chosen to wear the coat.” Vexen looked like he was about to explode from excitement as a small cloaked figure walked into the center of the room. Roxas had learned pretty quickly that the man was terrible at keeping secrets, so he was somewhat impressed that Vexen hadn’t said anything about it earlier. Xemnas had probably threatened to hide his books or something. That would explain his absence in the commons room earlier. “Number XIV. Let us all welcome one of the Keyblade’s chosen!” The figure was met by polite applause throughout the room, with the exception of Xemnas, who wiped away a silent tear. 14 was his favorite number. Roxas peered forward, trying to get a good look at the new member, when the hooded figure’s head turned suddenly in his direction. They stared at each other, expressionless, and just when it was starting to make Roxas uncomfortable, the hooded figure exponentially increased the feeling by breaking into a leer that gave him chills unlike anything he’d ever experienced in his whole seven days of experience. Roxas didn’t notice when everyone started into a team building activity. He had a really bad feeling about this person.

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Defeating the Ruin Sentinels on Dark Souls II that first time was so beautiful. Mysterious Figure made me feel accomplished. I destroyed a Bayonetta on SSB4 with Robin by throwing tomes at them?

I couldn't sleep and a whole lot of this happened. I apologize. Introduction The first thing The Boy knew was that he didn’t feel right, even though he couldn’t have told anyone what right was supposed to feel like. He found himself in front of a ruined building, which was surrounded by an iron fence and enormous trees, but he didn’t take much of that in as a vortex of blinding light had suddenly appeared in front of him, depositing a hooded man in a black coat onto the relatively well manicured lawn. The Boy vaguely decided that he had a really bad feeling about this turn of events, though he only blinked despondently as the foreboding figure approached him. “You seek answers,” the figure said, flinging his hood off with a flourish and whipping his long silver hair in the suddenly relevant wind. He waved his hand through the space between himself and The Boy, trailing some shiny symbols that The Boy figured he should probably understand, but he was still too disoriented to remember how to read. “I can give you purpose,” the man continued, clapping The Boy on the back amiably as the letters magically began to rearrange themselves before disappearing into a cloud of sparkles . “Oops. Well, I haven’t mastered that trick yet, but the point is, I know pretty much everything about you and I think that Roxas would be a really awesome code name. What do you think?” Code name? Roxas was baffled, but at least the bad feeling was gone. He shrugged, and the man clapped his hands, causing the vortex he’d come from to reappear. “That’s right, the new you! I think it’s best this way, what with your---unfortunate past,” the man finished, staring sadly into the distance. “I’m Xemnas, by the way. It’s a pleasure to make your acquaintance, Roxas.” Roxas allowed himself to be led into the swirling mass of light, only half listening as Xemnas told him his plans for the future, all of which ended with his group of vigilantes saving the worlds. To be continued...

I believe that my mother loves me, but there's no way to prove it, so it's not a fact. Doesn't make it less important or meaningful to trust that she does though.

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