KeyOfVentus

Leo and Amy took the rest of the ride in silence. Amy looked out the window, Leo was troubled with looking from her tothe window after the train began to move again. He shook his head in frustration. His normally tough and serious demenour was disturbed by this new appearance. Finally they arrived at the Mysterious Tower. Leo rushed off and almost ran into the building. Amy grabbed his arm and smirked, "Ladies first right? What? did twenty five years make you loose all manners?" "No, the deaths of all our superiors did." He knew it was a cold response, but this was a serious matter, and he didn't have time for distractions. He walked in and started his accent up the stairs.

I know but it's not my best subject and I've been stressing about college since fourth grade, so I'm kinda paranoid. I missed getting an A by two points last marking period. Plus if I don't have a topic then I don't do the project and I systematically fail. And thank you for that one. depending on the other responses I'll definitely consider it.

Okay so I have this history project due on January 3rd. It's on World War II. My only problem is, he(as in my teacher) is letting us do it on anything related to WWII. So the subject is too big. I've narrowed it down somewhat, like I don't want to do anything pre-war or post-war. I want to do something that has to do with the war itself. I don't want to do anything Holocaust related, that stuff depresses me. What I'm asking for, is some very specific ideas, and maybe some websites to accompany the ideas. If you guys can do this for me, it would be a life saver, I plan to work on it for three days, and it needs to seem like I put a lot of thought and effort into it. Please I need your help here! It's an Honors Class and I'm barely hanging onto my A here, I have four weeks until the end of the marking period and I haven't been able to thing of anything except of mapping out the whole freaking war. PLEASE!!!!!!!!!!!!!

So, I heard on here that Dream Drop Distance will only partially be in the realm of sleep. So judging by the pre-rendered clips that will be the intro, is it safe to assume that we'll be going back to the Keyblade Graveyard for the end of this game? Or do you think it will only be for KH3?

Oh my god that was good dude, Loved it.

well my first anime was Pokemon, Naruto was the first where I was conscious of the term "Anime". Zero no Tsukaima was the one that made me go, "Anime seems fun" and I went from there.

try mooching off your neighbors wifi, that's the only way my PS3 connects long enough for me to do anything internet related, Your router itself may have a bug like mine does, so it may just be prone to faulty wireless, or you can feed an ethernet wire from the router to your PS3 and you should be fine.

Alright, so I'm psyched! Because the Anime that got me into Anime, is getting a fourth season after about four years. This Anime is Zero no Tsukaima, or Familiar of Zero. It had a season per year from 2006 to 2008, and according to my not too reliable resource, the first episode of the fourth and final season will air on January 7th, 2012. Now I've known about the fourth season for a while, and knew it would be sometime soon, but I never knew it would be this soon. This is the anime that I can watch over and over and not have a problem with. So hearing the fourth season and new episodes coming out is a big deal for me. So to celebrate this, I've decided to ask everyone what Anime made you start loving anime?

Go on facebook and type in " (^^^) MOST ADORABLE SHARK EVER!!!!!!!!!!!!!" on someone's chat and see their reactions

I always bring everything, like my ds, psp, and what ever console I'm playing on at the time.

Prepares book of 400 Chuck Norris Facts and three posters of Chuck Norris Facts, only this proven devotion to the Lord Norris will allow my safety

Again. If you were, you would have already killed me and my family for doubting you.

If you were, you would have already killed me and my family for doubting you.

You cannot always win, because you are not Chuck Norris.

Chapter 9: My Own Prison Neither of us talked. The car drove us silently down the street. We were led into the building, and told to sit down inside a cold area. Lucy hadn’t let go of my hand the whole time. Even if it meant switching hands, she held it tightly no matter what. She seemed in a daze, and I’m sure I did as well. The area was small, there wasn’t a place to hide, to get away from everything. I sat down, and she put her head on my shoulder and began to cry silently. I put my arm around her and shed a tear of my own, even if it was just to make sure she knew she wasn’t alone. We waited, people passed, and we waited some more. I called my parents, told them everything, and told them to call Lucy’s parents, she wouldn’t have been able to talk to them in her state. How could our lives been ruined so easily by one person? Was it really possible for that hooded girl to imprison us so easily? I doubted it. The evidence against us was light, they’d told us that, and had only brought us there to hear what little we could tell them. “We’d just been walking home from our school, we had Stage Crew, and as we walked by, it just…lit up.” I told them quietly, softly, patting Lucy’s hair softly as to comfort her. Lucy was in no condition to talk to them, so instead they asked her if everything was as I’d said, and when she nodded they took that as her word. We were led to our parents. Our mothers tackled us in sobbing hugs. Lucy broke out into tears again. But never let go of me. She latched onto my arm. I never let go of her, and talked with our parents. Telling them what had happened, and I suggested Lucy sleep at my house that night. Her mother seemed to want to protest, but when Lucy nodded and latched onto me even tighter, I made a psychiatric analysis and guessed that being with me, who was also there, might help her feel better. Her mother accepted only on the condition that both she and her husband sleep in our guest room. My parents agreed without hesitation, and I led Lucy outside and to the car, which they’d decided to only take one of. We stopped at Lucy’s house, so they could get some things. Lucy only let go when she realized she didn’t want me to see her packing her things, for obvious reasons. She also changed her clothes, and quickly emerged to grab onto my arm again. We drove the final block from her house to mine and pulled in. Maya was waiting in the window, and rushed outside, “Noah! Is it true you were arrested?” I glared at her and then shrugged it off, my mother began to scold her, but everyone fell quiet instead as we walked in and up the stairs. We walked to my room and I began to make myself a bed on the floor. Lucy sat on my bed and watched. I yawned and began to crawl into the bed when Lucy took everything I’d put on the floor and put it back onto my bed and said the first thing since we were talking, “If you don’t mind…can we? You know?” I nodded, we got into the bed, we wrapped our arms around each other, and fell asleep. I was back in the field, on the ground holding Lucy. The hooded figure was there, but I wasn’t exactly there. I was watching it, like I was remembering everything in my head. I looked around and couldn’t see anyone, just like then. I glared at the scene. Lucy was trembling intensely as I held her and talked with the figure. I took the opportunity and walked up close to the figure. I could barely move, but I managed to, I needed to know. I lifted her hood, expecting to see a demonic presence, but backed away quickly and fell to the ground in shock. The figure had no face. Not even any features. It was just a pale white, flat, empty patch of skin. The figure laughed. I wanted it to go away, but it seemed to be in control. I couldn’t just blink and have it go away. It was there for good. I felt the wind blow, and felt a sudden surge of courage, which was when it hit me. She’d been anticipating my lesson on Hecate, Greek Goddess of Magic. What if…What if only…Could I be able to use Magic? Anything…everything, it was all possible if I was right. I held out my hand towards her…and thought of the first thing to come to mind. A burst of wind shot from my hand and the figure dissolved. I stared at my hand, and woke with a start. Lucy was right next to me, like she had been, nothing was different, nothing had changed except the time. A couple of hours had gone by, but that was all. I stared at my hands, there was no way that could have ever worked, it had only been a dream. I held it out towards the floor, and pictured what I’d seen in my sleep. Nothing. Absolutely nothing. I sighed, of course nothing would happen. But for some reason, I felt trapped, trapped inside my body, trapped inside myself. I felt like something was trying to escape me, but I wasn’t letting it. It was as if my body was a prison for some super-natural power to escape from, but how? I heard Lucy wake up, and turned to her, she sat up, “Can’t sleep? One of us can move if you’re not comfortable…if you want.” I smiled, “No, I just had a weird dream, and was thinking about it. Sorry, come on, we should be going to sleep, who knows what will happen tomorrow.” Suddenly, out of the blue, Lucy once again kissed me. I blinked for a bit, then just closed my eyes and kissed back. It felt right, natural, like just being with her was the solution to all of my problems. It was almost as if she was the Key to the Prison I’d become.

yea, it's still going if I'm right...

Merry Christmas and Happy Channukah! What's a better way to celebrate this glorious occasion? Read the story I"ve been writing and give me some honest feed back. *May include some decently foul language around chapter 8 or so. http://kh13.com/forum/topic/26478-origins-of-the-windpg14/page__p__501922?do=findComment&comment=501922

Hey just wrote this one sorry it's been a couple of weeks(for those of you who keep up with it) but I've been decently busy and I have free time cause it's christmas. I'll post the next chapter later tonight cause I have it planned out but have yet to write it. It shouldn't take long, Marry Christmas, Happy Channukah(that's how my best female friend who happens to be Jewish spells it...but there's also like a dozen different ways to spell it) and have a happy whatever you decide to celebrate. Chapter 8: Burn The next couple of days were spent with Jane. Lucy never even tried to contact me and avoided me at every turn. I shrugged it off at first, not willing to contact her either because she would have just ignored it, but after a week I began to worry. People had started the rumor that Jane and I were going out. Just what I needed, but Jane seemed to enjoy it. Every time someone would ask us if we were going out she’d smile really big and say, “Nope! Maybe later!” and she’d pull me off somewhere. “What was that?” I asked, staring at her. “Just having some fun, if we embrace their ideas they’ll get bored quicker.” She grabbed my arm, even though she was a bit taller than Lucy I was still considerably taller than her. She rested he head on my arm, “See? Easy…” “…Yea…Easy…” I could feel my face turning red, and instantly turned off into the men’s room. I leaned against a wall and looked at the ceiling, “Whatever…” I shook it off and looked in the mirror. I wasn’t as red as I thought, “I’ve been watching too much anime.” I walked out casually and looked around, Jane wasn’t anywhere to be found. It was still early in the morning and classes hadn’t started yet. I walked around for a bit, peaking into classrooms to try and spot Jane, or at least Lucy, hoping she would talk to me if Jane wasn’t with me. I walked past an abandoned classroom that no one ever uses and heard voices, “He’s been my friend longer, why don’t you just back off?” It was Lucy, I didn’t need to hear her voice to guess who else was in there, “Oh? He’s your friend? Then why do you avoid him like he’s the plague?” “I’m not avoiding him! I’ve just been busy!” I could hear pure hatred in Lucy’s voice. “Busy my ass! Who do you think you are? You think you can drift in and out of his life whenever you want? I thought you liked him, but the way you act, I’d sooner believe you never met him before!” I could barely listen, but I didn’t really have to, they were practically yelling. “What?” the way Lucy asked that made my skin crawl, “First off, I’m the one that has been his friend since second grade! I was there when he broke his wrist in fourth grade! I was there when he got rejected by Sally Lannet in sixth grade!” I threw my palm to my face, ‘Thanks Lucy…I really needed you to shout that one out I thought. “I was the one who went to eighth grade formal with him!” suddenly her voice became much like a whisper, “I’m the one who kissed him and has been so confused about close to everything when it comes to him in ninth grade.” She took a breath, “You come along, and ruin everything, I thought I was finally getting somewhere in this relationship. Everything that’s sucked this year has been because of you. Why don’t you just go away you stupid bitch!” I heard the sound of someone being slapped in the face and then some more, I barged into the room to the scene of Jane and Lucy fighting. I’ll admit, I wish I had savored the scene a bit. I ran over to Lucy, who was pulling Jane’s hair rabidly, and pulled her off with my arms around waist. She kicked and punched. Jane looked up, furious until realizing that it was me there. Her look turned into…horror? Delight? Opportunistic pleasure? Lucy, seeing this change in face, turned and became bright red. “Noah?” she almost seemed to squeak my name. She stopped flailing and allowed me to put her down. She didn’t meet my eyes. I sighed, and walked out of the room. I heard both of them call for me, but I wasn’t in the mood for it. I walked to class and stayed there. Lucy and Jane walked in late. Lucy had blood shot eyes, but she passed it off as being tired, and kept her eyes closed throughout the period. Jane looked bored, but didn’t seem to have anything wrong with her. The day passed as slowly as it possibly could have. I made no contact with either Jane nor Lucy, and ignored everyone else. BY the time last period was over, I was indifferent to the day in general. It wasn’t a good day, but the star off had gotten me into a bad mood. I went to my clubs, Stage Crew in particular. Both of them were there, and I saw Sally ask Lucy if something was wrong, I felt myself turning red and went to get a drink. When everything was done, I decided to walk home. It was six o’clock at night so no one was around. Lucy stopped me on one of my short cuts, “I’m sorry.” She said in a low, sweet voice. “It’s cool,” I said, trying to just get home. “You’re still mad aren’t you.” “I wasn’t ever mad, just…slightly confused. Why do you two hate each other so much?” I never heard her response. We were walking next to the library and it suddenly erupted into flames. I pulled her out of the danger zone and dove onto the grass, “What the hell?” There was no one around, not even any cars, but the library door opened very slowly. Out walked the hooded figure. I covered Lucy’s head and buried her face in my chest. The figure laughed, I couldn’t see her face because of the light the fire, “How cute! The little hero and his girlfriend! Looks as if I’ve found your weekness. She is pretty, I’ll give you that.” “Shut up! Who are you? Why do you keep appearing in my life?” “Oh come on, I gave you a nice long break. Now it’s time to face yourself. You’re power is strong, if you use it, you can stop me.” “I don’t know about any power and I wouldn’t know how to use it either!” She seemed to think for a while, “How about this, until you can stop me, this’ll continue.” Lucy tried to lift her head, I glared at the hooded girl. She laughed, Lucy stared from me to her, “What the hell?” I put my hand on her head, “Don’t worry, we’re okay…for now.

Video Games always help me relax, even if I'm doing poorly, cause every failure is a chance to study they mechanisms that make the game tick. If i'm stuck, I love reading guides online and seeing the patterns they notice, and looking for them myself. My only problem is finding the time to play them, or having everything set up just how I need it to be to actually play.

Dude, if this is fake I will find you, cause just reading it gave me such a nerdgasm. I swear this better be real.

To be honest, I dispise Shiki, and hope I get to whack her with the Keyblade a couple thousand times, but that's just my opinion

Well it porbably has something to do with the graphics, going from 2d to 3d(no pun as in three dimensional art-work) will always makes something look different, Like to me Shiki looks like she's in her twenties and should be on a street corner, but in TWEWY she looks like a teenager.

Heck yea they should, although Digimon would win hands down every time...

Almost definitely the sword in the stone, since that would be the world Merlin is from, so they could do the same thing they're doing with Jiminy Cricket. Not sure about the others, but i did like the black cauldron when I saw it so I hope that's in it.

lol