Post by Misha on Apr 15, 2013 14:32:09 GMT -6
((Good golly Jesus, let me just dive right into this.
I'm gonna give it a little 'recruiting new members' feel, but with huge comedy. Hopefully none of it will make much sense.
Also, this is keeping in mind I haven't played any after KHII.))
A permanent pout was set across Zexion's face.
They were Organization XIII for a reason... there was no need for 'new members.' Xemnas was completely out of his mind. They'd have to change their whole castle to make room for more people! They'd have to assign them all weapons, make new cloaks, change all of the monogrammed napkins...
Surely, all of this tedious work was to fall on his shoulders. And he was not fucking happy about that.
With a huff, he slung the door open to their small, rented office space today. There was a line of candidates, all fresh-faced and eager to prove themselves to him. They seemed to completely ignore the sour look on his face, much to his frustration. He'd hoped if he came out looking super grumpy, they'd tuck their tails and run. Instead, they just sat there, still.
The schemer was not impressed. "Well, one of you step forward," he spat through his pout. "I'm waiting."
Where were those other organization members that were supposed to be helping him? Figures they would all bail and leave him to do the shit work.
I'm gonna give it a little 'recruiting new members' feel, but with huge comedy. Hopefully none of it will make much sense.
Also, this is keeping in mind I haven't played any after KHII.))
A permanent pout was set across Zexion's face.
They were Organization XIII for a reason... there was no need for 'new members.' Xemnas was completely out of his mind. They'd have to change their whole castle to make room for more people! They'd have to assign them all weapons, make new cloaks, change all of the monogrammed napkins...
Surely, all of this tedious work was to fall on his shoulders. And he was not fucking happy about that.
With a huff, he slung the door open to their small, rented office space today. There was a line of candidates, all fresh-faced and eager to prove themselves to him. They seemed to completely ignore the sour look on his face, much to his frustration. He'd hoped if he came out looking super grumpy, they'd tuck their tails and run. Instead, they just sat there, still.
The schemer was not impressed. "Well, one of you step forward," he spat through his pout. "I'm waiting."
Where were those other organization members that were supposed to be helping him? Figures they would all bail and leave him to do the shit work.
