Post by Rocket! on May 24, 2009 12:02:20 GMT -5
[Betcha didn't see this coming. xD
NOTE: It's been a week since I've posted my Perry the Platypus audition. The rules stated that I can audition for a canon no more than once a week, and didn't say much about accepted or not affecting it. So... post'd.]
Username: rocketage
Current canons: Stitch!, Perry the Platypus (pending approval)
Canon you're auditioning for: Organization XIII Member IV, the Chilly Academic, Vexen!
Media canon is from: KH: CoM; KH: Re:CoM
Is the current canon taken?: No. Surprisingly.
Audition post (400 words):
"Hmm...."
Fascinating, thought Vexen as he poured all his energies into the book laid before him. Creating a heart... while the good doctor did fail, he made intriguing progress...
With a brief swipe of his hand over his temple, so as to push back a loose hair, Vexen raised an eyebrow. "Doctor Finklestein... I see..." he murmured in deep thought.
Straightening up, the chilly academic allowed himself a brief chin rubbing. Chin rubbing, as sad as he was to admit it... (Honestly, such frivolous outwardly actions only serve to lower the perspective others view you with. Something as simple as stroking your chin, or clasping your hands together in anticipation, does nothing whatsoever to advance your current mental processes.) ...he found a brief hold of his chin served wonders to his thinking process.
That's not to say he was... less than correct... about what he'd said before. Generally, that did apply. However, having superior-- poor choice of words, he thought dimly-- intellect exempted himself from the physical/mental limits others might have.
But this was getting off the subject.
The Superior, as in tandem with all their hopes-- dreams, dare I think?-- had ordered continuing research on the heart. After that... well, let's say mishap... with the Keyblade wielders, all of Organization had gone underground. Research continued, but it continued far too slowly for Vexen's liking.
Without access to the other worlds (directly, that is, added Vexen with a smug grin) this Organization member found himself limited to the books found in their library. True, there wasn't a small amount of books, but without incoming books, any current progress was limited.
Limited. How Vexen did hate that word. His lip even curled slightly at the thought.
But no more! This book, a culmination of theories and experiments published by Doctor Finklestein of Halloween Town, revealed more than a few surprising details.
The first, and most important, was that it was possible to create a heart.
Gripping the book at the sides, Vexen tucked the anthology under his arm. He quickly dashed off (though at a respectful pace) for Zexion. Perhaps he could reveal to him the year this book was made.
"Yes, Vexen? Come to say hello--"
"Not now Zexion." interrupted Vexen. With a strange mix of frowning in frustration, and grinning in the vain hopes of success, Number IV brought the book to the table where Zexion had been reading.
Zexion's eyebrows went up at the sight of the book. "Well, it's certainly big."
"That's hardly important, Number VI. Come," he motioned, "look here."
"...Vexen, I mean no disrespect, but--"
"Later, perhaps." Vexen waved away the formalities as thought they were a rather pesky fly. "I think this book holds the answer."
"The answer?"
"Indeed." Vexen's half frown gave way to a full row of teeth, grinning like a wolf that's found it's prey. "In here are detailed instructions on the creation and make of a heart."
Zexion didn't give Vexen the round of applause or congratulatory remark that he'd been hoping for. Rather, he simply nodded. "Good to hear."
Vexen frowned. "What?"
Zexion looked confused at that. "...what?"
"What?"
"Well. Again, I mean no disre--"
"Out with it, Zexion! What aren't you saying?" Zexion, Number 6, where he was Number 4, was playing with him! Surely, this was a severe lack of respect.
"It's just... why are you telling me?"
Vexen heard the real question right away. Why aren't you informing the Superior?
"For all your blabbering on about trust, Zexion, you seem to have little of it in me." To which Zexion shrugged. "I need to know when this book was made. If it was made recently, then a visit to the author would prove useless. However, if the book was made some time ago, more may have been discovered."
"Ah. I see. Forgive me, then." Zexion reached out and skimmed through the book's pages.
Vexen curled his fist. Well, behind his back. (It wouldn't do to promote distrust among friendly parties.) Such... informality! What ever happened to the organization behind the Organization? Silently sighing, Vexen looked on as Zexion looked for a clue in the pages.
"...wait, I think I've found something..."
Gripping the back of Zexion's chair, Vexen peered over the reader's shoulder. "Already? My word, you're far more talented than I give you credit for." He meant this truly. Vexen had half expected to get a possibility some time next week.
"Um, thanks. I think." responded Zexion. "Anyways..."
Gritting his teeth, Vexen tried to ignore the comment.
"Right here. See where it mentions Sora?"
What? Skimming along the page, Vexen's eyes did indeed register the sight of the word Sora. How unexpected. "Yes." he replied curtly.
"Well, it mentions him as being a young boy. As of late, wouldn't you say he's more a teenager?"
"Hm... I don't know, Zexion." Removing his hand from the chair to stroke his chin, Vexen stepped back in thought. "That would place the book as being made... over a year ago. Wouldn't we have heard more information about this by know if it were made that long ago?"
Zexion said nothing.
Vexen turned to look at him.
Zexion was looking at Vexen with a curious expression on his face.
"What?"
"Hm? Oh, nothing." Zexion quickly turned back to the book. "What did you say?"
Vexen would later realize that Zexion had been staring at him stroking his chin. Little respect would come from the gossip that followed.
"The book. What you say suggests it as being made over a year ago. Wouldn't we have heard something by now if that were true?"
Zexion shrugged. "Possibly. It would depend on how much the doctor keeps to himself. With a book this thick, I'd say he has plenty of time alone."
Vexen frowned. He was halfway through making a book of his own, chronicling the Organization's research for future members. It was already nearly twice the doctor's book.
"...I think I've learned all I can from this..."
"Collaboration?" suggested Zexion.
"Meeting." finished Vexen. "Good day, Number VI."
Zexion nodded his good-bye. His attention was already directed back at his own book.
Taking the research up and under his arm again, Vexen stormed out of the room. Insults. Nothing more. I should devise something particularly nasty for Zexion once we're all through with our own jobs.
So... it was decided. This research was old, out-dated, of little use. For a much needed update, the chilly academic would have to pay the good doctor a visit...
Something Vexen thought of with a grin. Time was with them, this time.
Organization XIII would have hearts. And anyone who would dare impede on their goal will sorely regret it.
NOTE: It's been a week since I've posted my Perry the Platypus audition. The rules stated that I can audition for a canon no more than once a week, and didn't say much about accepted or not affecting it. So... post'd.]
Username: rocketage
Current canons: Stitch!, Perry the Platypus (pending approval)
Canon you're auditioning for: Organization XIII Member IV, the Chilly Academic, Vexen!
Media canon is from: KH: CoM; KH: Re:CoM
Is the current canon taken?: No. Surprisingly.
Audition post (400 words):
"Hmm...."
Fascinating, thought Vexen as he poured all his energies into the book laid before him. Creating a heart... while the good doctor did fail, he made intriguing progress...
With a brief swipe of his hand over his temple, so as to push back a loose hair, Vexen raised an eyebrow. "Doctor Finklestein... I see..." he murmured in deep thought.
Straightening up, the chilly academic allowed himself a brief chin rubbing. Chin rubbing, as sad as he was to admit it... (Honestly, such frivolous outwardly actions only serve to lower the perspective others view you with. Something as simple as stroking your chin, or clasping your hands together in anticipation, does nothing whatsoever to advance your current mental processes.) ...he found a brief hold of his chin served wonders to his thinking process.
That's not to say he was... less than correct... about what he'd said before. Generally, that did apply. However, having superior-- poor choice of words, he thought dimly-- intellect exempted himself from the physical/mental limits others might have.
But this was getting off the subject.
The Superior, as in tandem with all their hopes-- dreams, dare I think?-- had ordered continuing research on the heart. After that... well, let's say mishap... with the Keyblade wielders, all of Organization had gone underground. Research continued, but it continued far too slowly for Vexen's liking.
Without access to the other worlds (directly, that is, added Vexen with a smug grin) this Organization member found himself limited to the books found in their library. True, there wasn't a small amount of books, but without incoming books, any current progress was limited.
Limited. How Vexen did hate that word. His lip even curled slightly at the thought.
But no more! This book, a culmination of theories and experiments published by Doctor Finklestein of Halloween Town, revealed more than a few surprising details.
The first, and most important, was that it was possible to create a heart.
Gripping the book at the sides, Vexen tucked the anthology under his arm. He quickly dashed off (though at a respectful pace) for Zexion. Perhaps he could reveal to him the year this book was made.
---
"Yes, Vexen? Come to say hello--"
"Not now Zexion." interrupted Vexen. With a strange mix of frowning in frustration, and grinning in the vain hopes of success, Number IV brought the book to the table where Zexion had been reading.
Zexion's eyebrows went up at the sight of the book. "Well, it's certainly big."
"That's hardly important, Number VI. Come," he motioned, "look here."
"...Vexen, I mean no disrespect, but--"
"Later, perhaps." Vexen waved away the formalities as thought they were a rather pesky fly. "I think this book holds the answer."
"The answer?"
"Indeed." Vexen's half frown gave way to a full row of teeth, grinning like a wolf that's found it's prey. "In here are detailed instructions on the creation and make of a heart."
Zexion didn't give Vexen the round of applause or congratulatory remark that he'd been hoping for. Rather, he simply nodded. "Good to hear."
Vexen frowned. "What?"
Zexion looked confused at that. "...what?"
"What?"
"Well. Again, I mean no disre--"
"Out with it, Zexion! What aren't you saying?" Zexion, Number 6, where he was Number 4, was playing with him! Surely, this was a severe lack of respect.
"It's just... why are you telling me?"
Vexen heard the real question right away. Why aren't you informing the Superior?
"For all your blabbering on about trust, Zexion, you seem to have little of it in me." To which Zexion shrugged. "I need to know when this book was made. If it was made recently, then a visit to the author would prove useless. However, if the book was made some time ago, more may have been discovered."
"Ah. I see. Forgive me, then." Zexion reached out and skimmed through the book's pages.
Vexen curled his fist. Well, behind his back. (It wouldn't do to promote distrust among friendly parties.) Such... informality! What ever happened to the organization behind the Organization? Silently sighing, Vexen looked on as Zexion looked for a clue in the pages.
"...wait, I think I've found something..."
Gripping the back of Zexion's chair, Vexen peered over the reader's shoulder. "Already? My word, you're far more talented than I give you credit for." He meant this truly. Vexen had half expected to get a possibility some time next week.
"Um, thanks. I think." responded Zexion. "Anyways..."
Gritting his teeth, Vexen tried to ignore the comment.
"Right here. See where it mentions Sora?"
What? Skimming along the page, Vexen's eyes did indeed register the sight of the word Sora. How unexpected. "Yes." he replied curtly.
"Well, it mentions him as being a young boy. As of late, wouldn't you say he's more a teenager?"
"Hm... I don't know, Zexion." Removing his hand from the chair to stroke his chin, Vexen stepped back in thought. "That would place the book as being made... over a year ago. Wouldn't we have heard more information about this by know if it were made that long ago?"
Zexion said nothing.
Vexen turned to look at him.
Zexion was looking at Vexen with a curious expression on his face.
"What?"
"Hm? Oh, nothing." Zexion quickly turned back to the book. "What did you say?"
Vexen would later realize that Zexion had been staring at him stroking his chin. Little respect would come from the gossip that followed.
"The book. What you say suggests it as being made over a year ago. Wouldn't we have heard something by now if that were true?"
Zexion shrugged. "Possibly. It would depend on how much the doctor keeps to himself. With a book this thick, I'd say he has plenty of time alone."
Vexen frowned. He was halfway through making a book of his own, chronicling the Organization's research for future members. It was already nearly twice the doctor's book.
"...I think I've learned all I can from this..."
"Collaboration?" suggested Zexion.
"Meeting." finished Vexen. "Good day, Number VI."
Zexion nodded his good-bye. His attention was already directed back at his own book.
Taking the research up and under his arm again, Vexen stormed out of the room. Insults. Nothing more. I should devise something particularly nasty for Zexion once we're all through with our own jobs.
So... it was decided. This research was old, out-dated, of little use. For a much needed update, the chilly academic would have to pay the good doctor a visit...
Something Vexen thought of with a grin. Time was with them, this time.
Organization XIII would have hearts. And anyone who would dare impede on their goal will sorely regret it.