Rosie

Okay, well, TWEWY's characters might look quite a lot like Kingdom Hearts characters, but I think that's more to do with Nomura's art style. Like, just because Joshua has light hair, people liken him to Riku, even though he's much slighter, and his personality is different. Sora and Neku couldn't be any less like each other, and their only real resemblance is their build and spikey hair, which isn't the same style or colour or anything. And, okay, Kairi and Shiki look alike, I have no defence for that because they ARE pretty alike. Shiki's a bit realer and a lot more selfish, though. But, being on topic, I don't think they'd incorporate well at all. I loved the manga aspect to TWEWY's cutscenes, and I don't think I'd like it as much if the characters were 3D, because it suited the style the game had. The characters would lose their flair through the Disney-type scripting- because, let's be fair, while TWEWY was a sprawl of cultural references, KH doesn't have anywhere near as much of that, and the dialogue is completely different. TWEWY's writing was amazing, KH's is... not bad, definitely. It's good for what it is, as is TWEWY- and they just happen to be completely different things. A reference would be nice, but a full-blown character or world? It just wouldn't work. Disney worlds and magical keys... and then urban Shibuya, with a high-stakes fight for their lives for seven days? Not really a match made in heaven.

Oh, right, I forgot, because they BUILT the X-blade manually out of unicorn bones and fairy dust and once taken apart it can never be whole again...! Was it ever stated that the Keyblades have to be physically sound for a wielder to summon it? Who says that, maybe, through the strength of their hearts or something like that, Sora and Mickey (and, if you're fitting in with the third keyblade theory, Riku) couldn't have summoned their respective keyblades, part of the shattered remains? Just because it disintegrated doesn't necessarily it's absolutely gone forever. After all, Ventus and Vanitas were the ones who completed it, so to speak, when they joined together. They're deeply connected to it- and Ventus is still alive, in part, his body alseep and his heart resting in Sora (well, since it's believed to have been inside Roxas, who then merged with Sora...) and I think some part of Vanitas must still exist- why else would they reveal a character who resembles Sora so much, and only have his face on screen for about ten minutes before Ven "kills" him off?

Not as good as I thought it'd be. I know, I know, shoot me for being a hater. I thought Birth by Sleep was better- controls, graphics, story, characters, acting, everything. Days fell short on pretty much everything for me. But at least it had a decent Riku fight, which was one of the only plus points, in my opinion.

I have to say, not even a tiny part of me was sad at Xion's death. I generally was apathetic towards her; I didn't hate her, but I never once empathised or particularly liked her, either. She was just too... bland. And maybe it was just the voiceacting, but half the time I was cringing at her awful representation. However, I lost it and cried during the WINNER stick scene, as well as towards the very end, when after all the suffering and loss, Roxas was completely unknowing and happy in the virtual Twilight Town. I adored the whole Axel/Roxas friendship dynamic, but Xion seemed to be pushed- she was written to get your sympathy, and that didn't work for me at all. So, yes, 358/2 Days was quite sad. But not really in comparison to other games I've played. Birth by Sleep was heartbreaking, Final Fantasy X had me literally sobbing, not to mention Crisis Core... And, for me, the real breaker was the voiceacting. If a game is supposed to be sad and poignant, then the voices better reflect that. Through BBS, towards the start, I struggled to emotionally engage with Terra and Aqua's stories for that reason, but they both kicked it up to 11 by the end of the game, and particularly Terra left me speechless. Final Fantasy X and Crisis Core were both amazingly acted (although sometimes a bit clunky at points, but FFX was struggling to match Japanese flaps, and they both had some pretty heavy scenes). It isn't the saddest game I've ever played, but it still had upsetting scenes- Resonance of Fate had some of the best voiceacting I've ever seen, and I really connected with it like the others, on an emotional kind of level. But Days? Ughh. Xion was consistantly poor. The Stoner girl's attempts to sound upset (and that SCREAM, gah, my poor ears- "HWUUHHHHHH!") bordered on plain dull, and she always sounded very mild. That really bugged me- I mean, even Namine, the typically sweet one, when she was upset or angry, you could damn well hear it. Her yelling at Repliku to stop (particularly the last "I said STOP!" before she breaks his heart to stop him) still makes something twinge in my gut, which is a good thing. But Xion was always just flat. They also gave Quinton Flynn and Jesse McCartney some lines that seemed to come out awkward, but at least those two shone at points, where it mattered. ("What do you want to do, Xion?" for Axel sounded a bit off to me, and who can forget "Who else will I have ice cream with?!"). I don't know. Maybe, if they had written her more subtly, with less plugging for attention and sympathy, and her voice was actually decent, I might have liked Xion. I managed to get around her "ruining" the AkuRoku and SoRiku, at least, because I honestly thought that at first. But, it's hardly the saddest game I've ever played. [/babblerant over]

Okay, just a teeny tiny complaint. If you're going to post continuous chapters in separate posts, fair enough, it spaces them out. But stop posting repeatedly in new replies, just to add a sentence or reply to a quote! Jeez, there's an edit button, use it to clump together your non-chapter posts instead of adding post after post after one another...! Oh, and, also, spell/grammar check works wonders. Just sayin'.

Username: Rosie Character: Noctis

Gah, damn my phone! It lies to me! DX It was all "it worksssss~!' and then it went and failed in my face. The old image was much, much cuter, but I replaced it with one that at least seems to work.

Name (first and last): Charlie Loftsgate Age: 17 Appearance: Bio: Text Color*: Purrrrrrple. Sample of RP'ing: ...Aussie 3 Minute Miracle. Because, with my hair, I need one.

WHATISTHISIDON'TEVEN- Um, yeah. This is a signature type thing for a project I'm in, called Psychic. But I really... well, I don't want to crowd it, at all, since my last sig- Was, although I thought it was pretty, it was also pretty FULL. Plus I need crit for the colours/overlays/other crap as it is now... Help? Please? ;w; [Oh, they're actually wider than the board- damn the Psychic board for being fatter than KH13's... But the originals are here- http://i93.photobucket.com/albums/l73/Xioayugoth/PsychicRikuBetaThing.jpg and the older one's here- http://i93.photobucket.com/albums/l73/Xioayugoth/PsychicSignature.jpg

All these damn streets looked the same. It was true, Will thought- there really was no place like London. He wasn't thinking of any of the glitz and glamour of the place; he'd never known any of it, of course. But the streets, no matter how grimy or grungy, always had a kind of unique energy to them. He shook his head, willing himself to stop thinking of London. Of England at all. He'd put it all behind him, right? Scratching his freckled nose with a frown as he tried to push his thoughts aside, he forgot to watch his feet and stumbled over them with a hushed curse. He very nearly toppled right over, thanks to being unable to catch himself on the passers-by, since he just went through them. Sometimes being dead could really suck. At least he'd had direction before he ended up by himself.

Displaced air whipped at Storm's face as the dirk flew past Luna and, in turn, him- he made a sharp intake of breath, but managed to keep his cool enough not to go stumbling to the side or scream like a little girl. His fellow Slasher's name slipped out before he could stop it- thankfully, just her codename, but he knew she couldn't be hurt- after all, the weapon had gone flying past both of them, had never made contact- but the warning... just slipped out, annoyingly. Trying to cover the blunder, he charged forwards, trying to follow her guidelines the best he could while going blind. Trying to hit Rust, simply- he only had his fists to fight with, anyway.

Name: Will Hayes. Age: 17. Hometown: London, England, UK. Skylight or Sunbreaker?: Skylight. Appearance: Pale, lanky and scrawny, he stands at far past six foot, taller than average, especially considering how at his age he could still have grown. He has dull green-hazel-brown eyes, the somewhat grungy and unattractive shade of a muddy puddle, and thick ginger hair that flies madly around his face, always untamed. A smattering of freckles dust across his cheeks and nose, as well as up his arms. Will dresses in a way that indicates he just throws on whatever comes to hand- loose, baggy clothes: flannel shirts and ruined jeans. It often doesn't fit him, since he only bought for his height, and the clothes of a full grown adult are hugely baggy on him, since he is the furthest thing from filled out to start with.

Sorry, but I only just refound this and am wondering why I never pointed it out. "4 months", till you get better? Writing isn't just something you can predict improving on in a matter of weeks, months, whatever. It's a personal growth, and improving to a certain standard can take years of practise and working at it. ...I'll shut up and get my writing-since-I-could-form-a-sentence ass out of here now.

Wait, this makes no sense. You say it's a 1x1, and then let other people in. And, if your characters are Kairi and Riku... why are you also controlling Sora? Meep, maybe it's just me, but it seems off.

Uh. No. Marluxia was always a man, in both versions. A somewhat flamboyant one, but decidedly male. His voice is masculine in both dubs, English and Japanese. Initially, he was designed as a girl, but because of the implications behind both traitors being female, he became, well, a he. But that's been mentioned.

...Have you ever met a boy called Rosie? ;D As such, my gender isn't mistaken often.

Derp! :'D I swear, the text did NOT look that blurry when I saved it. But I suppose it kind of fits. I HOPE.

Jack only looked up when he heard the door open, watching Mackenzie leave. Even as she was merely moving across the room, before she had even left, the tense set to his shoulders slackened, even if the quiet suspicion remained on his face. The notion of "getting anything he had together" nearly made a smile threaten his lips, but he fought it, at least until she has left the room, the door swinging gently behind her. It wasn't as if he had any possessions- anything he might have hoped to bring with him from the previous madhouse had been left behind, forgotten in the sudden move. If he hadn't been wearing it, it hadn't arrived with him- not that he'd really treasured much beforehand, anyway. And so, instead of anything personal, he knew he'd make sure to hide those pills about his person before the next morning- his chance for an escape. Not from just Sunnyshore, oh no. Jack wasn't naiive enough anymore to think he could simply just get out and live a happy life. Not anymore. (( ANGST POST. >w< ))

Good lord. It's called constructive criticism. No one charged right in and said "Okay, this sucks", now, did they? If people tell you how to improve you should at least attempt to take some notice. Yeah, spacing is still iffy. And, as for plot... You could try planning out a basic plot outline before you start. Whenever I write fanfiction, I plan out the basics- things that happen, relationships, how characters develop- and space it all out across the chapters. And my brother is nine. He can easily spell and use correct grammar. Just sayin'.

Honest surprise flickered across Jack's face- he really hadn't thought she would have agreed to it. Still, he told himself, it had to be a trick. What kind of sweet, nice doctor would work in a place for lunatics, after all? And he couldn't rule out the possibility she was lying, either. That was it- she was just waiting to turn on him, wasn't she?! As that particular thought process had been winding through his head, Jack had been picking, near determined, at his nails- it hurt, but he didn't even bother to react to the pain, even as blood welled up under the nail. Pain wasn't a problem- even if, here, it couldn't prove as a release for him. When the doctor's question about his having a roomate came, he very nearly broke his nail clean off. Silently dropping his hands into his lap, he fixed his eyes on the floor, considering for a moment. Even trying his level best, he really struggled to find much fault in it. The concerns he would have normally held toward a male roomate weren't particularly desperate, hearing this other boy was younger than him.. "...I'm not really bothered. It's too quiet in here anyway," he mumbled, so quietly he thought for a moment she may have missed it.

The World Ends With You. For the thirty-fourth time. I've had all the reports and everything at 100% for way over a year now, but I just CANNOT stop myself going back to it every few weeks or so. And Resonance of Fate, even if I've had it two weeks and it keeps freezing so I haven't got past the prologue yet.

Jack scowled, glowering down at his lap, but the effort was somewhat wasted since he couldn't aim it at the doctor without actually looking at her- and that was something he didn't feel like doing. "...Okay," he responded after a long pause, forcing the word out before ducking his head a little further, biting at his already-half-destroyed thumbnail. When he next spoke, his tone was a lot more cautious- assessing the threat, he supposed. Then again, some of the others had tried the nice act with him. It, if anything, made him distrust her even more- but still, slowly, begrudgingly, he added; "You know, they push food in here if I don't go and eat. Can you... do me a favour, and tell them to cut it out? I'll eat when I feel like it." He realised he sounded petulant, childish. But he decided he didn't care.

If you know what space bars are, consider actually USING one once in a while. Because huge blocks of text are a pain to read, honestly. It... um... it's pretty hard to read in general, because of the spelling and grammar issues. If you find that sort of thing hard to do, put it through a spell-and-grammar checker. And, honestly, I could use spelling and grammar in fifth grade just fine. .________. You can't get too defensive that way.

"I'm sick of talking. The last place, they always were trying to get me to talk," Jack retorted, letting his gaze flicker briefly up to her face, before hastily dropping it again. When he bowed his head, attempting to appear fascinated by the loose part of his jumper, his hair's tangles spilled over into his eyes. Stubbornly, even though it irritated him, he didn't push it away- it, for him, mentally, put more of a barrier between them, if she couldn't see his eyes. "Just turn a blind eye and let me get out of here."

Jack scowled, but shrank back further against the wall, like a cornered animal. His eyes narrowed at the word "doctor", even though he knew- of course he knew, he wasn't an idiot. He didn't comment for a while, plucking near-obsessively at a loose thread at the frayed cuffs of his sweater- an excuse to break eye contact with her. "No information. What a surprise," he said, voice dull. "I'm really not worth knowing about. You're probably wasting your time." His voice was quiet, a soft rasp to it from lack of use, but there was still a steel to it- a bravery he knew he didn't feel, didn't even possess. But he'd never managed to fake being tough before. He considered that, maybe if he avoided showing weakness, no one would try anything with him- good or bad, he didn't care. He just wanted them to stop trying to change the way he was.