[RP] Imagination

Kikori · **Posted:** December 30th, 2007, 9:38 pm

A brightened room faded quickly into darkness again, lit only by many screens and the lights of machinery and tecnnology. A single figure, pitch black and veiled from the light, was in the middle of everything, keying across the many screens and respective keyboards as his hands took him. Images of children and young adults filled each screen, with text coded in an unusual language next to each person... They looked normal and as if life was happening as it always has been. The unseen smirk across the cloaked man's face opened as that thought crossed his mind. "Let them think... I just want to see how far they're willing to take it. I just hope they don't mind me snooping into their lives..."

Don't ask who that is... I won't tell you anything more than he's the god and law of this roleplay. He watches over every action your character will make and, if you step out of line, he will correct you directly with no questions asked.

But that's for later. For now... This is my new roleplay, my new attempt to bringing the fun of it further into this forum. Like almost any human, you've probably been able to imagine yourself bringing your dreams, desires, hobbies, games, and favorite shows to life. Seen that Ultima Weapon from Final Fantasy 7 so much with its perfect Materia set that all you're missing is the real thing? Keep your imagination's focus on it and it becomes real. tired of wishing the drawing was only real? Make it real and use it to your aid as you see fit. Your focus is your limit; like any thought, the more you can think up, the more strain it takes to keep everything working. Abuse or godmod this power and you'll be punished... And trust me, I can quite easily punish people on abusing that power. If you have questions about what 'powers' you're entitled to or any limits, PM me. I repeat, PM me for clarification on how this power works.

The basic story for this? For one, you're encouraged to play yourselves. The reason it won't be boring is because of the 'power' everyone has, to turn your imaginations and hobbies into powers to use. Your life, your hobbies, your personality and actions, your powers; everyone's still original. That being said, this is a... test, I'll call it. The idea is that, after finding your powers, I'll be testing how you use them and how much you can learn from the situations I put you into, as well as how much you learn about each other.

If you're curious how to start, wake up and act like it's another day of summer vacation. As for me...

Name: Jeffrey Smith, preferred to be called Jeff
Age: 18
Appearance: 5'11" and 130 pounds, slender but not weak. Long, brown hair to his shoulderblades and glasses hiding serious-yet-kind eyes. Clothes will be later.

IC...

Jeff reached down to his belly upon feeling a weight flop onto it... He assumed it to be his cat, but realized it was his mass of blankets slowly sliding off the bed. With a groan, he heaved the ton of covers back to the center of the bed, but soon found himself too awake from even that to bother resting again. So he raised his head from the pillows and shook it off before grabbing his glasses from the windowsill. Once they were on, he noticed two decks of green-covered cards still where he left them, but one had been knocked askew off its deck. He picked it up and looked at it curiosly and tiredly... It was the Wingweaver monster card of one of his two Yu-Gi-Oh decks, no matter how little he played anymore, but there were words etched in black across the card cover use used.
It's started. How will you react?
Jeff shook his head and swapped that card cover for one of his spares before replacing the card on is deck. He was clean, as were the clothes he picked to wear--khaki pants, ankle socks, the forest-green hoodie around his waist, and a white polo--so he didn't need to get dressed. Too lazy to turn on a game, though, he picked up a red folder of his art and pulled it into his lap. He didn't intend to draw anything new, but instead thought to re-darken some lines and work on shading.

It didn't take long before he got to a picture he drew years ago... He was holding two keyblades. One had a theme of the Nobodies (the "Nobody Edge" he called it), from the second Kingdom Hearts game, while the other was a blade designed to resemble the Master Sword from almost any Legend of Zelda game (he dubbed it the "Master Key"). Just looking at the picture, he could practically see it come to life and the drawing of himself slashing around to vanquish all the heartless that dared darken the paper. None of it happened, of course, the paper stayed unmoved. But in the process, the hand Jeff helf the pencil with opened up enough that it dropped. In its place, after a flash of light, the Master Key rested in his arm. He jerked up and dropped everything, causing his other hand to open so the Nobody Edge could find its way into his other hand. Heavy as katana but as genuine as he drew them, Jeff stood staring at his two keyblades. "What the heck...?"

A thrill voice whispered, "It's started. How will you react? You and the others... What will you do?"

Jeff could only wonder if he was going insane or if someone was just messing with his head... With a swing of the Master Key, the air whistled and he confirmed that it was the latter. Though he couldn't think of how, he thought to make sure he wasn't the only one who knew what was going on. With a quick rush downstairs, he got onto the computer with intent to see if his friends would think he's insane or not.

OOC: Until we 'meet up', I get the feeling things like Skype and Runevillage will be the common thread between us, so don't feel afraid to include those if it's what you'd do in real life.

Also, please note... Any italic text that you did not enter originally is either the 'computermaster' editing something or giving you a message (for the sake of me not spamming the topic with an OOC post).This power will only be used as such (for correcting serious errors, such as rule-breaking or something immensely wrong, or to send you a short message).If you think I'm abusing this power, please tell me and I'll work with you.

Stip45 · **Posted:** December 31st, 2007, 10:48 am

OOC: Ooh, awesome idea! Hmm... so much choice, so little to be chosen. What to choose, what to choose...

Also Kik, I'm a big KH fanatic too, so don't feel like I'm copying you

Name: Vinas Disyent

Age: 16

Appearance: About 1,87 meters tall and slightly skinny, though he has some muscles too. He has medium length spikey dark blonde hair, and deep, green eyes that always seem to be hiding something. Also, clothes later.

Other: Vinas speaks with a slight British accent, and lives in Europe. He is also ambidextrous.

IC: "...And with a fast strike of his claw, he finished off the one that had been wounding this world for far too long. Vit changed back to his normal form, smiled and said "It's over, guys." Putting his hood back up, Vit walked away into the setting sun, a smile still on his face." Vinas finished his sentence, and saved the document. He smiled. After who-knows-how-long, Vinas' Kingdom Hearts story was finally complete.

Vinas booted up his printer, and slowly but surely, something that was not paper, but some sort of fabric came out of it. After it was done, Vinas pulled it out with interest. To his great surprise, it seemed a cloak of sorts. but not just any type of cloak, the one that the group of Nobodies known as Organisation XIII used in Kingdom Hearts 2, and it somehow was his exact size. "Awesome!" Vinas nearly yelled, as he tried it on, while a black orb fell out of one of its pockets during the effort. As he picked it up, it somehow merged with him, and the sound of glass shattering could be heard.

"It's started. How will you react? You and the others... What will you do?"

A bright flash of light followed, and Vinas was now pitch-black with large, yellow eyes, with ribbons of darkness emerging from his body, and had an overall feral and predatory look. Somehow, though, he still had control over his actions, though he did have some other senses as he had before, and was walking on all-fours. Vinas looked at his hands, and saw his nails had grown into strong, black claws. He jumped on his bed, surprised of the amazing agility he suddenly had, and slashed his hand at the wall, carving deep scratches into it. Then, by using some sort of mental trigger, Vinas turned back into his normal self again, and fell on his bed.

"Woah..." He muttered, as he looked at the scratches he himself made. He immediately got up from the bed again, and ran at his computer.

OOC: Just as a note, the cloak does NOT mean he's a Nobody. It's just because the things look awesome

~Stip~

Rat King · **Posted:** December 31st, 2007, 10:56 am

Name: R.A.T. (My real name, I will only put the Initials)
Appearence: 5 foot 5, 145 pounds, brown hair, blue eyes, blue jeans, worn sneakers, black nightmare before christmas hoody
Description: Smart, forgetful, weak. Loves playing Runescape, but hasn't been playing lately. Huge imagination.

IC:Rat awoke one morning. He had been having a cool dream. He decided to look at his computer, right next to his bed. His vision was a little blurry. He saw something on screen. He rubbed his eyes. On the screen it said, "It has begun. What will you do?" He turned, then looked back, and it was gone. He started looking through his video games. He looked at Jak 3 and was thinking about how awsome it would be to have the peacemaker. He felt something heavy on his back. Rat pulled the heavy thing off his back. It was a peacemaker. He quickly got dressed and said, "I am going to have some fun with this. Hahahahaha."

OOC: Yes, I do think like this.

Topsummoner · **Posted:** December 31st, 2007, 11:14 am

=D

Name: Denny Bud

Age: 13

Appearence: Standing about five feet tall, Denny has black hair, slopped down in front of his brown left eye, which matches his other eye of course. Clothes to come later...

IC: The succubus laughed as she lashed her whip at the dark panther, and it turned tail and ran. Quickly, she stared the panthers master in the eye, and his eyes sunk down, lifeless, as he just seemed to hang there in space.

The succubus' master, a warlock by the name of Demiblood tumbled over the hill as another panther attacked. Blasting it away with a quick shadow bolt, he hit the first panther in the head with the back of his staff. The second one, having recovered from the shadow bolt, came back at him, and jumped, clawing at his face. He caught its claws with his staff, but Demiblood heard the terrible shrill cry of his succubus behind him, and turned around just in time to find the Panther Tamer's gun placed toward his his face.

BANG!

'You have died.'

'Release Spirit' or 'Use Soulstone'

Groaning, Denny Bud moved his mouse and clicked on the latter option. The purple soulstone rose above the fallen Demiblood... And shot straight at Denny.

Unable to react, Denny was hit directly in the chest by the soulstone that flew out of his computer screen. The sheer force of the impact sent him flipping off the back of his computer chair, and onto his his bed behind. Reaching for the soulstone, just to see if what was happening was real, Denny found the orb nowhere to be found. Suddenly, he felt an immense change coming on. What was happening? He couldn't control his own actions. He forced himself to his feet, and grabbed his head trying to stop the earthquake that was occuring inside his head.

He tilted his head back and yelled, as his eyes glowed bright green.

"It's started. How will you react? You and the others... What will you do?"

Rat King · **Posted:** December 31st, 2007, 1:56 pm

Rat stepped outside. He wished he had a jetpack. Suddenly, without any warning, a jetpack appeared in front of him. He put it on and flew around town. As he landed, he wished for a mini chainsaw from Dead Rising, and it appeared, with the faint, unnoticed pull on the back of his mind. He then went to work on something.

Topsummoner · **Posted:** December 31st, 2007, 3:46 pm

Over an hour later, Denny awoke on the floor of his room. He looked up at his computer screen. Despite Demiblood being at the Spirit Healer, his soulstone was used up...

Suddenly, he remembered what had happened before he had blacked out, and got up and stared into the mirror. Denny found, to his relief, nothing had changed. Then... was it a dream? He couldn't ask anyone, his whole family was out so no-one would've heard his scream..

"Ugh..." shaking his head, Denny ran downstairs to grab a snack, and nearly tripped on his cat in the kitchen.

"Meow." whined Tigi. Denny glanced at Tigi's food bowl. It was full. "Meow."

"What's wrong Tigi, you have food..." said Denny, familiar with the routine.

"Meow..." whined Tigi. Denny pointed at the bowl. "Meow..." Tigi protested.

Denny glanced at Tigi's water bowl this time. Empty. Grabbing the dish and the Brita Water from the fridge, Denny filled the bowl to the brim and placed it down. "Meow."

One last thing to try. Denny walked over to the front door, unlocked and opened it, and turned to look at Tigi. After a few seconds, the tail-less manx cat dashed over to the door... and stopped abruptly at the edge. With another "Meow" Tigi dashed off towards the kitchen again.

Groaning, Denny shut the door and returned to the kitchen. Opening the fridge, he found Tigi at his feet, bothering him again. With angry look on his face, Denny turned, Hot Dog package in hand, and shut the fridge, and left the Hot Dog's on the counter. The phone rang, and Denny walked toward it, only to nearly trip on Tigi again. "Go away, you stupid cat!" shouted Denny, waving his hand at Tigi in an angry manner. However, a small bolt of shadow energy flew from his hand, landing only inches away from Tigi, scorching the ground. The cat fled, running up the stairs, and Denny stared in shock at what he had done.

RING! 2 rings...

RING! 3

RING! 4

RING!

By the fifth ring, Denny had grabbed the phone, still in shock.

"It's started." said the voice on the other line, and the line went dead. Denny slammed the phone down.

"WHAT THE HELL!" he shouted, remembering the voice that had spoken to him before. Quickly checking the Caller ID, Denny felt like a complete idiot.

'Ross J'

It was his friend, Jim Ross calling... what had started... was the Guitar Hero Tournament.

OOC: It's true, my cat does act like that :-s

But no, I don't shoot shadow bolts out of my hands, nor am I named Denny Bud.

Rat King · **Posted:** December 31st, 2007, 4:11 pm

Rat landed in front of Shawn's house. He held up his peacemaker a little, and knocked on the door. Shawn answered the door. He said, "Woah, Rat, what is that?" Rat said, "Its a peacemaker." He fired at Shawn, frying him to a crisp. Rat shouted, "That's for Real World Trading on Runescape,... and for making fun of me... you jerk."

As soon as Rat went away, as seen later, Shawn was restored and left standing at the door, confused as to why he was at it in the first place. A thrill voice rang through the air near Rat, "Careful..."

Tahu 1000 · **Posted:** December 31st, 2007, 5:01 pm

Much different than other roleplays. This should be interesting.
Name: Grant Klinkin (before you yell at me, I looked it up. It's a real German last name.)
Age: 16
Appearance: Grant's someone you'll forget instead of remember. He doesn't have any outstanding features. He's just under six feet, has medium brown hair, fair skin, and dark blue eyes. He wears drab-colored clothing, mainly greys, blacks, and browns, and has glasses, though he can see passably well without them. His clothes are more functional than fashionable, with large pockets and varying amounts of protection from the elements. He sometimes wears a hat or a hood, though just as often wears just one or the other, or neither. He's much more intelligent than the average person his age, yet can blend into any crowd like a native. He speaks fluently in French, Spanish, and Latin as well as English, and can speak some Japanese. He knows some about every subject, and can join in or leave a conversation about most anything seamlessly.
IC: Opening up his e-mail account, Grant looked through his Inbox. DAZ's weekly freebie, the Wordsmith Word of the Day, and a notice from Apple about the new iPod. Plus, of course, the usual spam. People trying to get his personal info. One was titled "It has begun." That went in the Spam box with all the rest. Booting up DAZ|Studio, Grant started in on his model of Klinkin, the Celestial. He had been working on this model for ages, ever since version 1.7 of DAZ|Studio came out and he got the D-form tool. He could clearly picture in his head every little piece of armor that Klinkin was to have, including the hand-and-a-half sword. Looking around his room, Grant saw that very sword resting against his wall. Going over to it, he could see that it was just as he had imagined--the symbol on the pommel that increased the wielder's abilities at the cost of their body as it turned to silver celestial flesh that eventually transcended the mortal plane, the blade formed from the strongest alloys known to man, even the diamond core. But what was it doing outside his head?

Rat King · **Posted:** December 31st, 2007, 5:11 pm

Every bullet from the peacemaker didn't hit its target, but rather faded from existance upon touching so much as a single thread of clothing or skin cell. After a flurry of keystrokes from the unseen man, the wish for a nuke-shooting peacemaker was granted, but was also nullified as the shot only grazed the school. To fool Rat's vision, a program ran to cause the illusion of a vaporization until Rat pulled out his list.
Rat shot a peacemaker bolt at the final person to make fun of him. Rat laughed, then flew to his school. He said, "I wish I had the peacemaker that shoots mini nukes." He then flipped the peacemaker, and it became the nuke shooting peacemaker. He still did not notice it, but it took a very, very, tiny amount of energy from him. He aimed at his school, and fired. He watched as the school was basically vaporized. He did a checklist in his mind.

Understand that killing innocents so publicly is quite irresponsible and another mistake will result in a... tragedy=check

Also learn that this power also works on what your passions of imagination are; the nuke-upgrade for the 'peacemaker' was my own courtesy=check

He said out loud, "Now the Adirondacks,... no... the world will know my name, and fear it. Hahahahahaha."

Rat flew home, went online, and started reading 8-Bit Theater for a second time.

As soon as Rat turned, a flurry of keystrokes sounded in the dark room and the school's original colors and shape was restored.

OOC: 8-Bit Theater ROCKS. And yes, Rat(Me) has a short attention span.

Careful next time, you've been given two notes to ponder over before I fix your mistakes in a worse way. And yes, I can do that from where I am in the world.
~Computermaster

Znath · **Posted:** December 31st, 2007, 9:12 pm

Name: Xavia Marx VI
Appearance: 18 years old 5'8" light build ,platinum blonde very light long hair and dark skin tones.

An explosion sets off and Xavia screams out "You! can't you see the %@$# grenade!" Bullets wiz by pinging the wall around her as the reloads. Working the bolt quickly she manages to take down three of the attackers. Running around the corner she drops a grenade minus the pin which takes out several more when they round the corner. She reaches a tower on the other end and looks over at the locations the enemy was entrenched and an odd server message pops up. "It's started, how will you react." to which she mutters aloud. "Hell if I know, what was that about. They're all hiding... if one would just be stupid enough to look out... or if I had an automatic scoped 50 cal..." About then that exact weapon appears on the wall. She takes it down and plugs shot after shot through the walls takout out the enemies and then some. "I never knew this was here before... oh well, it's a lot of bloody fun hehehe." After about 30 kills of shooting people through walls a message blurts up on the screen.

USER BANNED FOR CHEATING

"WHAT! I found it there! Don't put weapons on the map if you don't want people using them!" Xavia says with a sigh and looks up on the wall to one of her magical weapons. "If I had one of those....and those... Hmm oh well, my favorite server too." She says pointing at drawings on the wall of fantasy weapons and a flying ship. Shortly after the gun falls from above her computer and smashes it to pieces. "Whaaa?! It's my drawing but... then that means.. OH CRAP!" She jumps back to her bed on the other end of the room as the airship crashes through the ceiling into her room knocking off the rear wall.

With the extreme loud noises her parents start pounding on the locked door. "What in the world are you doing in there!? OPEN UP NOW! Do you hear me?!"

"The only thing they'll notice is the hole in the wall. Now's as good of time as any. As long as there's fuel," Xavia says slinging the gun over her shoulder and flying off with a backpack of basic goods and a small laptop. She flies down to a rooftop of the mall in the nearby town and climbs down through the service route into the cafe with a wifi spot.

"Miss you can't go in there..." A guard says shutting the service door.

"Ooooh so sorry... I thought it was a bathroom." she says feigning ignorance and then sitting down and logging in as "Xarvi" the laptop into the chat. Not many were on at the time, near baren but some people idling since it was so late and sending.
"I know this is short notice... but I've run away from home
Nobody would believe how so I won't bother with the details...
but if any of you know a place I can stay"

Tahu 1000 · **Posted:** December 31st, 2007, 10:00 pm

OOC: Rat's going out of control. This could be bad...
BIC: Picking up the sword, Grant felt as though the perfectly balanced blade was part of his arm. With just a thought, lightning streamed along the blade, only to disappear on his mental command. The mind-reading brought his thoughts to the glasses Klinkin wore, equipped with a fully integrated HUD and capable of seeing in the entire spectrum of radiation. And, sure enough, there they were, resting on his desk next to his computer. Putting them on, he found them to be perfectly suited to him. Piece by piece, he assembled the armor and equipment of Klinkin, the Celestial; a full suit of plate armor, a large, matte grey shield, and a multi-mode photon rifle. All fit him perfectly and felt like a second skin. That was good, as the glasses were picking up...nuclear radiation? That and warps in the local fabric of time-space. Something was going on...

Kikori · **Posted:** December 31st, 2007, 10:42 pm

OOC: Any italics not done by the original poster are the computermaster keeping any out-of-control stuff from taking effect or being permanent.

BIC...

Jeff opened up the internet on his computer, and the home page of it took him directly to the chat room he moderated. Deciding not to waste much time, he opened a new tab to start writing multiple private messages on a different web page. Halfway into it he heard the chat's sound effect for a person joining... It was Xarvi, probably his closest (and only) friend of unknown gender. That didn't stop Xarvi from becoming friends with Jeff, though. However, before he could so much as say 'Hi'...
"I know this is short notice... but I've run away from home
Nobody would believe how so I won't bother with the details...
but if any of you know a place I can stay"
A look of concern immediately washed over Jeff's face as he opened a private window with Xarvi.

Hey, you already know my address. If you've run from home, you've got nothing to lose at this point in coming over.
And you think no-one will believe? Try me, I have two keyblades sitting next to me, two that I drew.

Jeff retyped his address in case Xarvi had forgotten it before reclining in the computer's seat. "What's going on...?"

"Heh... You'll see", said the high voice to itself as it started mixing the screens' images into what looked like pairs. Xarvi was with Jeff, Rat was next to Klinkin, Denny with Vinas. The figure reclined in its seat as a visible black hand rubbed under the eyes. "Xarvi and Jeff are compatible until they all can merge, but the others may take time. I will let them continue to play until I am sure of my methodic madness..." A loud cackle echoed through the room as the red eyes stared at the screens.

Rat King · **Posted:** December 31st, 2007, 10:53 pm

Rat had been watching the news for over an hour. He didn't see anything about his murders or the school blowing up. He sighed, then said, "Welp, that plan didn't work. Time to stop killing people senselessly." He started daydreaming. Suddenly, a special black robe that he always saw himself in in his fantasies, appeared. He put it on, and pulled up the hood. It fit perfectly. In its pockets were the two curved knives he fantasized about. He said, "Well, I probably should go see if I am insane." He walked to his computer, logged onto to Runevillage.com, and looked to see if any of his friends were on.

OOC: What does that pair thing mean? Are we in the same town?

No, you're still quite distant. Just trust me, I have a plan for you all.
~Computermaster

Znath · **Posted:** January 1st, 2008, 12:43 am

Xavia searched the address up on a satalite map and saved it. She immediately closed it and ran into the service route and jammed the door before the guard got to it. Climbing onto her airship, the engine roars to life and takes off just as the guard reaches the roof. He stands in awe as it zooms off into the sky.

"Blast it, he saw me. Oh well good luck catching this. Jeff is well over 200 miles away south. I'll just have to take a look now and then at some street signs when I stop for food," She says while blasting along the clouds. "It makes no sense. How could any of this happen. I'm fine with leaving but here I am flying away from home on a magic airship. Hehehe, I can only imagine the fit my dad would have seeing my room destroyed...." She says to herself just before her stomach started growling. "Oh well, that's the past and sounds like it's time for a stop."

After parking the airship, Xavia walks in to a gas station and looks at the route more on the wall. "Closer than I thought... just a bit further 50 miles, and maybe we can get to the bottom of this. Of all the things to draw... keyblades. I find mine a lot more useful. I shall tease him thoroughly about it later." She walks out toward the ship and a man follows her completely obviously.

"Heeey, little thing like you.... all alone huh.....scary business here" He says drawing a small pocket knife.

"And a big ogre like yourself, shouldn't be following little things... especialy little things carrying this!" Xavia says throwing off the covering from her mana gun charging it to where the inside of the barrel glows. "You can run, or I can shoot you. I'd be curious how the hospital would treat a mana burn though." The man staggers off scared witless as she shiethes the steaming gun. "Stupid people... " She groans while zooming off to her final destination.

Topsummoner · **Posted:** January 1st, 2008, 10:17 am

Six people arrived for the Guitar Hero Tournament, not including Jim and Denny, and each brought their own Guitar. The songs played would be from Guitar Hero 3, and all matches would be Guitar Battles, allowing the players to launch attacks at eachother to mess them up. In addition, every match would be an Expert Difficulty Match.

The preliminarys went past quickly. Mike demolished Tony in the first match, and Jim slaughtered Matt in the second. Denny broke out a sweat trying to beat Geoff, who had definatley been practicing, but in the end, Denny succeeded. He was still shaky about the events earlier in the day. Lastly, Nate was barely defeated by Evan.

Denny was nervous, not only about the strange occurences, but that he would have to be up against Jim or Mike, who were both better than him, if he was to defeat Evan in the semi-finals. He sipped his Pepsi, set it down, and ran back into his living room to watch Jim face off against Mike.

They were playing Raining Blood by Slayer, and both were struggling at the solo. Suddenly, Jim managed to complete a Battle Power Combo, and with a raise of his guitar, Mike was defeated, and lay back on the couch, his arms limp. Jim would proceed to the title round.

"Great... now I'm going to owe Jim lunch..." mumbled Denny to himself as he picked up his guitar, remembering the pre-decided rule: The loser of the title match must buy the winner lunch.

Easily wiping away the not-very-skilled Evan in 'Miss Murder', Denny rest his arms for a few minutes, untill.... It was time.

Jim in the Player One slot, and Denny in Player Two, the two scoured the list for a song. Suddenly, at the exact same moment, they uttered 'One', and the Metalica showdown began.

Rat King · **Posted:** January 1st, 2008, 11:46 am

Rat hadn't seen any of his friends on yet. He got off RuneVillage and started taking inventory. He had a jetpack. A mini-chainsaw from Dead Rising. A peacemaker from Jak 2+3, which shot electrical spheres.(OOC:Just a note about the shots. They are not "Bullets". They are electrical spheres.)BIC: Rat had a black robe, and two curved knives. He went back on Runevillage.com.

Kikori · **Posted:** January 1st, 2008, 12:54 pm

Jeff stopped entering the messages as he realized what he just offered... Xarvi, meeting him? The two were close friends online, sure, but... It'd be the first time the friendship ever made its way to reality. Yet he knew nearly nothing about her (not even that she was a 'her') aside from personality. Jeff shrugged it off and reminded himself that, as long as she was the same offline as online, she was still his friend no matter the looks. He smiled and closed his eyes a little as he imagined what she may be like in the first place.

The fact that his focus went from his keyblades to his mental picture of Xavia caused the keyblades to disappear in a short glow of light. Jeff looked to where they were, wondering about it. He held an arm out and thought, 'Keyblade... Keyblade...' To his surprise, a glow formed from his hand and, sure enough, he was holding the keyblade he imagined. It wasn't one he drew, but the first one that came to mind any time he thought of a keyblade; the Oathkeeper.

Standing up from the seat, Jeff twirled the short-yet-elegant blade in his hand as he left the computer as it was to head upstairs. If Xavia really was coming, he didn't want to be caught unaware. Luckily the house was empty, since his parents were working... He went to his room and immediately, though he didn't know why, picked up the card cover that was written on earlier. There was no more text on it... He dismissed the thought and went to his deck instead, grabbing the Wingweaver card he held earlier. "If my pictures can become reality..." Closing his eyes, Jeff pictured the card in his hand. Every strength, both offensive and defensive, every feather and flow in the dress, flying around in his mind. Did he really have the ability to make the unreal turn to a reality?

As he opened his eyes, a light gust of wind hit his backside as the sound of wings flapped. It was slow and steady, and Jeff didn't even need to know that the Wingweaver was floating behind him, probably at his command due to him summoning her.

"Good, he's found the ability to bring out different things at once while realizing that he is limited to what he can focus on. I would imagine Rat's short attention span won't hold out much longer, though everyone else seems yet to be finished with their learning. It won't take long, though... Then I can start having fun."

Rat King · **Posted:** January 1st, 2008, 1:38 pm

Rat thought for a second. He said, "Wait, if I can make thing real by thinking of them, what if I look at something." He rummaged through his huge plastic bag of yugio cards until he found his favorite one. The Japanese 5 headed dragon. He closed his eyes, and concentrated so hard his head hurt. He heard a roar behind him. He turned, and saw it. It was taller than he had imagined. It was as tall as his house. It had its five heads all looking at him. Rat decided it was too big, so he concentrated on it going away. It did. He said, "Huh. I can make things come to life. Cool, yet weird." Rat took out a piece of paper. He drew a special gun. It attacked to his arm. At his mental command it could shoot electricity, fire, ice, poison, air, and bullets. He concetrated on it coming to life.

Stip45 · **Posted:** January 1st, 2008, 2:13 pm

Vinas jumped on his computer seat, and clicked the Start button. After clicking on Programs and selecting MSN, he started up Firefox and opened his regular Kingdom Hearts site. After fiddling with the zipper on his cloak, he looked up some information on Anti-form. "Nah, that's impossible, right...?" Just at that moment, MSN was finished booting up, and Vinas looked through his userlist for someone to talk to about this.

Is any of this real...Or not?

Topsummoner · **Posted:** January 1st, 2008, 2:25 pm

The first half of the song was slow. Jim and Denny were both launching attacks at eachother, but the pure simplicity of the song caused all attempts to fail. Then... the speed picked up. Both rapidly strummed, hitting most of the notes. The singing stopped, the speed picked up more... and... QUE THE SOLO!

In an instant, both Jim's and Denny's Rock Meter's fell from green to yellow, and were dropping fast. It was anyones game... and both were in flashing red, a note away from failure...

Beep! Denny's finger slipped. Everything seemed in slow motion. The song halted.

The words 'Player One Rocks!' displayed across the screen.

'Destroy.... Destroy....' Jim offered his hand to Denny to shake, laughing at how close it was. "Wow, what a game!"

As Denny gripped his friend's hand with a 'Good Game', he had to resist the urge to punch him in the face. 'You are the true winner... You have power... Destroy him...'

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Later on, after everyone had left, Denny got on his computer and opened Windows Live Messenger. Scouring his friendslist, he saw Vinas was online. He greeted him with a friendly 'rar'.

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