MC2: ThievingApril 14, 2008. Agrabah, a world of desert with a grand palace presiding over all and a surprise around every corner, was his destination. He was sent here to collect hearts for the Organization, another routine mission. Machelix enjoyed the heat of the desert sun, but not in his Organization jacket; for this job he needed to blend in. A wealthy passerby had "graciously donated" the garments he needed and now wore. The man was now hunched over on the ground in the form of a Creeper. Such was all that could be expected of anyone in this city, save those who dwelt in the palace.
Still, he took a look around from the marketplace alley. There was a plethora of hearts to be had here, ones that no one would miss. No one would be protected, like those in the palace would be; an hour's work here was worth a day's hassle in the palace. A heart was a heart.
Machelix moved into the crowd, the
MC13: Dealings in the Dark 2"Dealings in the Dark, Second Strike"
October 22, 2008. The doors opened into Memory's Skyscraper, and Machelix stormed through them. His objective was haste. He had wanted to get here as fast as he could, ever since he learned of the precious object that could finally spark a little excitement. Ever since his surveillance hacking had been discovered (and thus his only way of obtaining pictures thoroughly trounced) he was forced to write his reports out in order to solidify complete missions. This wasn't so bad, except that almost all of the missions that could be recorded in this way were running thin.
Machelix shook these thoughts out of his head. He needed to prepare for a pursuit, one against an adversary he hardly knew. He fled up to his room, tore off his sweaty (and partially scorched) Organization jacket, and fetched a fresh one from his closet. Upon sliding the familiar leather over
Heaven's LegacyThe year: 2647. A time thought impossible for Earths history. The power, precision, and portability of technology are at an all-time high, and recovery projects for the ecosystem are working full-force around the globe. All governments were stable and run by the greatest political minds of the era (for once). A global military has been established for the safety of the world, consisting of soldiers from every country on a population basis.
Speaking of population, in one of the most populated cities in the United States, New York City, one such soldier, Colonel Cim, keeps his family under the veil of secrecy for their protection. In one of the downtown apartments, theres his wife, his daughter Sarah, and his two sons Leah and Matthew. Our story begins in this run-down section of the city, in this apartment. Actually, just outside it.
Leah Cim snuck out of the door to his house
InsuranceIn the evening twilight, the ship pulled into the harbor, tearing a wake through the blackened sea like a crack in a mirror as the moon became clearer overhead. Sailors milled tirelessly to and fro across the deck. Captain Minahlen saw them, white-garbed, burly, hardened men. There were several such men in his own crew, five cannoneers, two navigators, and himself at the helm. His fingers grasped the hilt of his sword, fingering it gingerly with the leather of his gloves wrapped around the leather of the hilt. Somewhere in this town in an unknown hole, he reminisced the plan and saw a hoard of gold and jewels piled high. He had heard his men grumbling in their bunks. Hopefully a few more jewels in their pockets would keep them happy. The ship dropped anchor, and the colors were struck. If someone had noticed them, then hopefully their fake flag would have fooled them.
MC8: Machelix DreamsSeptember 23, 2008. It was a rough day, and Machelix was dog tired. Upon sleepily staggering into his bedroom on the top floor of Memory's Skyscraper, he let the robe fall from his shoulders. As he clambered into bed under the covers, a thought crossed his mind: "I wonder if Michael is this tired as well..." He snapped his fingers, and the CD player on the table next to him started playing a set of soft tunes. It was nearly impossible for him to fall asleep without such assistance, even without the energy he usually had at this time of night. Thus oriented, he slowly drifted off to sleep.
When next he opened his eyes, he found himself in a room no larger than his bedroom. To his right in the corner was a large wooden shelf with a couch in front of it. On the higher of the middle shelves was a television currently playing the entrance title to a game he had heard about. Three
MC11: Nobody's PartyOctober 18, 2008. Machelix stood in front of the doors to the final basement of Castle Oblivion. His cloudy blue eyes were gazing at an invitation in his hand. It was an invitation to a party going on for all Nobodies in the castle. He had forgotten the reason for the shindig, and the reason wasn't specified in the invite, either. All that he knew was that it was considered a mission for attending. Far be it from him to deny himself a boost in notoriety. It might only be a masquerade ball of emotions, but a mission was a mission. With a smirk and his staff in hand, he pushed the doors open.
The sight that opened before him was more than he expected. The basement was extended to well over four times its usual dimensions. The entire expanse was filled with Nobodies, their Organization coats with their hoods down or replaced by more comfortable clothing, and their limbs ado
A Ghost of a Chance 6Chapter VI: Infiltration
All four of us walked into the hallway and turned to the right. On either side of this hallway, doors stood firm, holding vast realms behind themselves. The doors were widely spread apart and each one was crafted differently, like the first two we passed: one was an iron door with steam rising off of it. The one on the opposite side of the hall was a gate made of gold with a view of what lay beyond: a paradise built on the clouds.
Pretty interesting place, dont you think? I asked.
Eh, you get used to it, Yusuke sighed.
I walked alongside Kurama and curiously asked, Who are those two?
Kurama smiled and replied, Theyre two of my older and more reliable friends, Yusuke Yuromeshi and Hiei. Yusuke is a spirit detective that works for Koenma; both Hiei and I met his acquaintance almost simultaneously, back when we were
Kingdom Hearts Smash Story 3Getting to the stadium had been an easier trek than Marth had imagined. The forest and the plains around the stadium hadnt been invaded. There had been plenty of brawlers there who now knew of the dangers approaching as well. Pikachu had agreed to take Marths place as the marathon runner and had gone ahead to King Dededes castle. Mario had taken Peach to Emblem Castle, while Link and Zelda had gone off to find their own hiding spot. As for the Pokémon Trainer, he had agreed to travel with Marth. Traveling alone had proven rather lonely; it was always better to travel with a partner.
Making their way through the forest (again in Marths case) was a lot more comfortable without the slight burden of warning the others on their backs. The two of them had even managed to strike up a decent conversation. Yeah, Pikachu might have had advantages over Squirtle and Charizard,
Kingdom Hearts Smash Story 2Roy sat panting madly in a chair facing Marth and Ike. He took a swig from the drink in front of him to calm himself down and said, Weve got trouble.
Ill say, Marth irritably grumbled. You barge in here uninvited looking like you havent taken a bath since you left with hardly an explanation
Roy held up a firm hand to stop him. Will you let me finish? It wasnt my fault that the directions in my invitation got lost in the mail. He planted his forehead into his palm to compose his temper, raised it again, and said, Theres another threat coming here. You remember the shadow bugs that attacked last year? There are armies, thousands of units strong, coming here to pick up where they left off. Shadow beings, savage, ruthless, and of a greater intelligence than those under the Ancient Minister, plan to overwhelm the Re