Gambler'sApprentice

One oof the Bosses, Ant-Lion, go with Ant-Lion!

Granted, however as soon as the case opens the disk disintegrates. I wish I was invisible.

Teleporting is a cheap tactic.I say no.

Sorry I haven't been on in a while. The Mirror had finally been repaired. Xemon walked up to it, “Mirror, Mirror before you rest; Show me the arrival of my guest” The mirror’s surface contorted, rippling, then smoothed to show the inside of the ship. All was functioning normally. Then, in one corner, a small spark slowly began to grow, blazing into a white-hot ball, little larger than a fist. It spread out, becoming roughly humanoid, ten flashed, and there stood Xirok. The mirror then blackened, and the face appeared. “That is all I need for now. Rest, you have the next few days off.” I need to fin out all I can about the use of the soul. All I know is it can let you create an avatar if you imbue it with a fragment, and that it holds great power. The only place I can think of that might have information is IV;s laboratory in Castle Oblivion. He headed towards the controls, and plotted his course. He would arrive in less than an hour. In the meantime he was going to start some serious modifications to his ship, starting with the Vault he had been planning to store his collection safely. He would also review VIII’s reports, see if he had any mention of Xirok, the more he could find the better.

Xemon was busily working at his work station. He was sufficiently absorbed in his work to fail to notice the scrap of paper, as it was slowly covered by the molten silver. In his analysis of the Organization’s data about the Heartless he had discovered a fascinating attribute several of them had. They could negate magic, preventing it entirely. He had been hoping to use moonstone in his sword, it would definitely be useful in combat with anyone who used magic, which would include that irritating stranger and his casual destruction. While he could do nothing to prevent him from returning at the moment, staying in seclusion and motion would make it all but impossible to locate him, unless he had bugged his ship. Which was a perfectly reasonable thing to do. Enraged at himself for missing it, he began searching his ship for anything that might have been left behind, inadvertently stepping in a puddle of Magic Mirror. Irritated he looked down and saw the note. He quickly read it, copied it into his computer then placed it in one of his flasks, poured a combination of chemicals in with it, and it slowly disintegrated, after which he transported it off into space, where he then shot it with a laser. The stranger had flustered him, he had gotten lax without anyone to worry about and was paying the price. He searched through his supplies and found a small quantity of pixie dust was missing. Enough for perhaps 45 minutes of flight. He briefly considered the thought Xirok thought it merely gold dust, but dismissed it. If he were merely after wealth there were much more efficient methods, and several items of greater value. So he came onto his ship, and specifically stole the dust. This did raise the question of why he did not attempt to go directly to the source, but presumably it was a crime of opportunity. As for his use of living flame, Xemon had only a basic knowledge of it, but it would explain how he had damaged the mirror, a portion of the controller’s soul was infused into it. It also explained how he had entered, technically speaking there would have been just an energy spike, something his ship would not respond to unless it was significantly stronger. Fortunately he would be unable to pull the same trick twice, his magic would die once the security system was activated, and the flame would cease. Xemon mused to himself that he might have made a goody ally, if only he had been more reasonable and not delayed him so. (Sorry this is long, I wanted to establish a few things, and went into writing overtime)

Calm. Xemon cleared his mind, no thoughts remained. Remain calm. “You will come to regret that action, unfortunately for me, not today. But rest assured, there will come a day when I Will Find You. And you shall suffer as none before.” His tapping ceased and the stranger ceased to be. More technically he was now in Twilight Town, level with the clock tower. Unfortunately he was quite some ways away. The fall would almost definitely not kill him, his instincts would probably keep him from dying when he hit the ground, if he hit it at all. Perhaps if Xemon was lucky he would break a leg. At least he could treasure the look of nauseated surprise as he suddenly felt himself hurtling towards the ground. Meanwhile his ship broke off, heading for empty space. He sat down, and examined the damage to the mirror. Fragments lay scattered around the ship. One of his first acts upon discovering how to operate it had been to find out both how to destroy it, and how to repair it. It took very powerful magic to cause it to even distort, but fortunately it had an auto-repair system. The fragments would melt and gravitate towards each other. It would probably be another three hours before it was whole again. That put him three hours behind, add in the fact that it would need a break of several days before it would help him, during which time he wouldn’t be able to decrypt the majority of his new data, and the lost time as he had to return from uninhabited space, and his ‘guest’ had cost him nearly a week. Obviously his first priority was to set up some rudimentary security measures; fortunately he had some excellent items he had already been working with. He was hoping to use them as new items for his sword, but he had to prioritize.

“If you do not desire to trade information, then I suggest you do not offer it. As for amusement, I’m afraid you are terribly unlikely to find any here, I am not, nor do I have any intention of becoming, an amusing individual.” All the time he was speaking, Xemon was tapping at his arm, what could only be described as a nervous tick. Those who had just met him would think it betrayed anxiety, a stranger threatening his belongings and even life. Those who were more familiar with his character would think it discomfort at having a stranger in his private place, and having to delay his plans to work with someone so clearly inconsistent. Those who had fought with him would be long gone; they knew little good would come of what happened next. Continuing he said, “And if you believe Lea has better answers than anything I can offer, you are underestimating my abilities. So permit me to give you a piece of advice. Consider your next move very carefully, because you seem to have plans for your life, and I would hate to see them ruined so swiftly.”

“I don’t know who you are, and I have no desire to speak with you. I would remind you, however, that as the only thing that is keeping us from drifting through the space between worlds is *my* ship, you should avoid damaging it with your pitiful pretences at power, so please extinguish your flames. I have no desire to study the sordid affairs of our predecessors. However, I would consider an exchange of information. My computer can answer any question you may have. I will let it answer one for you, if you give me a satisfactory answer as to how you got on board my ship.” Technically it was the mirror that could answer the question of course, but information was a commodity whose value depended so much on its scarcity.

There was no noise when transporting to the ship. No light, it was a slightly dizzying the first few times, as the entire world around you changed instantly. But he was used to it, so Xemon appeared, without anything to draw attention to him, in the small circle of runes that assisted the computer’s transport. He saw a stranger sitting in his chair. This was an impressive fact, as far as he knew, there was no way to enter his ship except by transport, and his ship generally would warn him if anything were coming within range. Logically there were three options, either the stranger had an ability to transport well beyond anything Xemon knew, his ship could evade detection, or he had some other method of transport. All of this was going on in the back of his mind however. He had designed his ship so that the transport was behind the main chair, so the stranger could not see him. He had not designed any security system, a flaw in hindsight, but that did little to narrow his options. “I don’t know who you are.” he said, “But it is generally considered impolite to enter someone’s ship without permission. If you can give me a good reason, I may excuse this insult, if not I’m afraid I may have to use some of the more volatile chemicals on the shelf to your right. Several of them I must confess, I’m not entirely sure what they do. You see there wasn’t enough left of the subjects to analyze.”

Don't be silly, you can't inflict negative status effects on bosses.

Xemon had found the basement. The main computer was operational, and he began downloading the information. He checked the input from the most recent scan, and was surprised to find a swarm of Heartless had been right outside, but was dispatched by an individual. He generally didn't concern himself with the Heartless, they left him alone, and he respected this non-aggression treaty of sorts. Perhaps it would be a good idea to find out who this person was; they definitely weren't one of the Keyblade Wielders. ‘A new player in the game perhaps?’ he mused to himself. But the data he had received needed analysis. Perhaps the best solution was just to set the mirror to it. He didn't entirely trust it, and it had a habit of being completely useless when over-worked. Passive-Aggressive answers and such. He’d let it have a break after it had decrypted enough of the data for him to review. He slipped out of the mansion, and returned to his ship from the courtyard.

Xemon was in orbit around Twilight Town. He generally didn't like visiting, it saw too much traffic for his taste, but his decryption of the files from the Old Nobody's Castle indicated that XIII had been imprisoned in a computerized "reality". Such a valuable asset could hardly be ignored, especially as he might be able to locate the files of whoever had captured and Imprisoned XIII. There were three sites likely to hold the computers, the Clock Tower, an alley of a side street, and an abandoned mansion. The Mansion was the most likely choice, it having the fewest visitors. He sent himself into the forest outside the town proper, and set up the computer to give him updated scans of the world every 15 minutes.

Official Synopsis: In Summer 2013, pioneering director J.J. Abrams will deliver an explosive action thriller that takes Star Trek Into Darkness. When the crew of the Enterprise is called back home, they find an unstoppable force of terror from within their own organization has detonated the fleet and everything it stands for, leaving our world in a state of crisis. With a personal score to settle, Captain Kirk leads a manhunt to a war-zone world to capture a one man weapon of mass destruction. As our heroes are propelled into an epic chess game of life and death, love will be challenged, friendships will be torn apart, and sacrifices must be made for the only family Kirk has left: his crew. The main rumor going around is that Khan (Star Trek II and TOS: Space Seed) will be the antagonist. Do you think that's the case? Do you have other ideas for the villain, and what their plot is? Share, and if possible, please give evidence.

So in BBS you were old and impatient for a Keyblade War before you died. In order for a Keyblade War you needed a X-Blade. Since you felt rushed, you took a 'shortcut' and instead of adding 7 pure lights to 13 darknesses attempted to combine 1 pure light to 1 pure darkness (presumably on the grounds you suck at ratios) by splitting Ventus Here's my question: If you could create a being of pure darkness so easily, why not create 13 of those, and then either kill off 6 of the remaining lights and have them fight, or, if there hearts proved too unstable, grab the princesses of heart and create a X-Blade that way?

We were attempting to resolve a phobia of an individual terrified of finding a seagull eating something, who lives in a world without poverty, but also has no friends.

Granted, you may now paint all the oils you wish. I wish for an infinite improbability drive.

Granted, but it's the first one you get, so it only fires one color, and doesn't lead anywhere. I wish I had a superpower.

Simple question. Which game did the most in your opinion, to confuse you as to what's going on.

Why exactly are we training to mimic Xehanort's finger bending?

Replace Atlantica with Babylon 5.

Luxord is winning.

Granted, but you may only see them in real-time. I wish for a wyvern.

CHARACTER SHEET Somebody Name: Connor Nobody Name: Xemon* Age before becoming a Nobody: 23 Age of being a Nobody: 3 years Appearance: Tall, compactly built, with shoulder length black hair and green eyes. Weapon(s) Type: He collects weaponry, as well as other enchanted materials not normally considered weapons. He is always seeking out new items to use. They are not commonly used however. His primary weapon is a short sword. Weapon(s) Name: He has no name for his weapon. Weapon(s) Appearance: A short sword, the blade being approximately .5 meters. Its handle is wooden, with a hollow on either side where a stone may go, each stone being the base of an enchantment cast on it. At present it has a diamond inset to make it effectively unbreakable, and another of obsidian giving it an element of darkness, sufficient to combat both normal opponents (Somebodies) and atypical (Heartless, Nobodies, Unversed, etc.) Weapon's Ability(s): Varies based on what combination of stones used, various items granting abilities similar to their attributes. However he very rarely removes the diamond, as he does not wish to risk the destruction of the weapon. Personal Ability(s): No abnormal abilities, he is in excellent condition both physically and mentally however. Personality: He is deeply mistrustful of strangers, and generally avoids contact with others. He tends to hold certain truths out, allowing others to draw their own (faulty) conclusions. If he does grow to trust someone, he will do anything within his power to assist them, provided it does not run contrary to his own purpose. Bio: He was orphaned shortly before turning 16, his father unknown and his mother killed in an accident, the exact details unknown. He comes from a bleak and desolate desert city, which was in a state of constant war with a neighbour. As soon as his mother died he was taken to be trained for two years, and then sent out on a five-year tour of duty. He displayed brilliant tactical skill, becoming the leader of his squad when the commander was killed in action. Upon returning home, he was informed he was to be promoted, leading several platoons for his next engagement. Before this could happen however, the world was overrun by Heartless, and their weapons could do little good against them. His world was destroyed, and he came to in the Library of Hollow Bastion. Finding it unoccupied he spent almost a year there, reading about the worlds, methods of travel, Ansem’s research notes, enchantments, whatever he could find of use. He lived off the food that he stole from the city that was being rebuilt, and one year to the day since he arrived, he cobbled together enough gummi pieces to make a crude ship. He spent several months in Gummi space, subsisting off potions and improving his Ship. Shortly after the end of KH II he arrived on The World That Never Was. Heread through what files he could access, and took his Nobody name, Xemon, from Nemo, Nobody. He divorced himself completely from his past, and refuses to discuss it. He also learned of the Keyblade wielders’ shocking strength, sufficient to defeat those phenomenally powerful Nobodies. He decided then, to collect items from the worlds to use in his inevitable battle with the Keyblade’s Chosen. He downloaded all the data he could into his ship He has so far collected:Small quantities of the Shrinking and Growing solutions (Wonderland)The Queen’s Magic Mirror (Snow White) a collection of same’s potions, largely poisons of varying sorts, but the occasional antidote, and the ingredients for potions, elixirs, etc. (having no magic of his own he has no use for ethers) Pixie Dust (Neverland) and seeks other items, most notably the Trident (Atlantica) and Jafar’s lamp, but also the TRON program, Beast’s Rose (to study), and Aztec Gold (Port Royal). 8/10 depending on who’s involved

In the clip where Aqua meets DiZ she walks up to him on the coast, for whatever reason she wasn't just sitting on the beach waiting to be rescued, so when Sora and Riku appeared Aqua was elsewhere. Though this does raise the question of why they didn't encounter DiZ/Ansem, assuming it's the same portion of the beach.

Jung Test Results Introverted (I) 85.71% Extroverted (E) 14.29% Sensing (S) 57.58% Intuitive (N) 42.42% Thinking (T) 77.42% Feeling (F) 22.58% Judging (J) 80.77% Perceiving (P) 19.23% Your type is: ISTJ ISTJ - "Trustee". Decisiveness in practical affairs. Guardian of time- honored institutions. Dependable. 11.6% of total population. Enneagram Test Results The Enneagram is a personality system which divides the entire human personality into nine behavioral tendencies, this is your score on each... Type 1 Perfectionism |||||||||||||||| 66% Type 2 Helpfulness |||||||||| 40% Type 3 Image Awareness || 10% Type 4 Individuality |||||||||||| 50% Type 5 Rationality |||||||||||||||||||| 83% Type 6 Cautiousness |||||||||||| 50% Type 7 Adventurousness |||| 20% Type 8 Aggressiveness |||||||||| 33% Type 9 Calmness |||||||||||| 50% type score type behavior motivation 5 25 I must be knowledgeable to survive. 1 20 I must be perfect and good to survive. 4 15 I must be unique/different to survive. 6 15 I must be secure and safe to survive. 9 15 I must maintain peace/calm to survive. Your main type is Type 5 Your variant stacking is spsosx