CHAOS

[shixten.livejournal.com]

[a tall, red-haired woman in an unusual grey and white coat is writing on the wall.

The coat is cut like an Org coat, but peculiarly patterned - it is mostly grey suede, with patches of white leather in a spiral pattern. She also has black tattoos on her hands, which are ungloved. the tattoos seem to snake up her arms - more cover her neck. Indeed, likely they cover her body from the neck down.

She is scribbling and talking to herself]

I have seen the patterns and I know what IS and what IS NOT
the WHEEL turns and I have SEEN and ho ho ho they will KNOW

we STAND between the CANDLE and the STAR between DARK and LIGHT I am I am I am

SONG and SILENCE, speak UNTO ME. I am the Speaker of Words. I am the Solar Oracle. Tell me WORDS and speak the SONG to me. I am that which IS and IS NOT.

what's that ruckus coming through tonight?

[oldblackmariah.livejournal.com]

[he's on the floor, curled up within himself and shivering a little, but remaining eerily silent. Oh, and be wary of the knife he has in his hands. Anyone seeing his eyes will notice a dead look to them] 

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[13th.livejournal.com]

Axel.

counting bodies like sheep;

[fearnoreaper.livejournal.com]

[so here's a Roxas, floating in the air aimlessly, but he's upside down, watching all the other inhabitants. He opens his mouth and starts to sing in that low, sickeningly sweet voice that seems to draw a person in. Listen long enough and you might be under a little trance]
I'll be the one to protect you from
Your enemies and all your demons
I'll be the one to protect you from
A will to survive and a voice of reason
I'll be the one to protect you from
Your enemies and your choices son
They're one and the same
I must isolate you
Isolate and save you from yourself

[ooc; I've had this song stuck in my head all day stfu :l]

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[technologywitch.livejournal.com]

[have a Naminé, looking uncertain. her left arm is bandaged, and she's got a notebook under the good one.]

Where...

This isn't home!

[ooc: from blueterror's verse

eta: will reply to comments on this and tomemory's entry in the morning; it's seven AM, I'm going to bed. <3]

and i descend from grace

[genocidally.livejournal.com]

...

[very perturbed that this isn't the warehouse he'd opened the door to, and he stands there like a deer in the headlights, a hand hovering over his belt.]

{ooc; another from blueterror's verse.}

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[tomemory.livejournal.com]

[he's stretching, like he just woke up]

... Is this real, or am I still dreaming?

This is definitely not where I fell asleep.

[ooc: thiiiis Axel is from Blood and Chocolate, because I lack the ability to read the dumb book without considering it. he took the real Axel's place long enough to kill the girl, then skipped out and left him to face the punishment. he may or may not have been behind the inn fire~

and this is my fourth account in less than a week. someone please stop me.]

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[yieldingly.livejournal.com]

[his wings have lost some of their color, looking as rough as they did when he first came to the DR, drooping just a little bit. He's pale, cold to the touch, and strands of silver hair are sticking to his cheeks and neck from the sweat on his body. Currently, he's skimming through a pile of books, ignoring everyone else, muttering to himself as he tries to find what he's looking for]

Iron poisoning. Where...

[tosses that book to the other side of the couch, and moves on to the next. The burns on his wrists and ankles are a little bit better, but he's neglected to take care of the ones on his back, and has gotten iron-poisoning from it.]

Sora...?

[looking around for the Sora who'd helped earlier, wondering if he could now take him up on the offer of help]

[ooc; just think of iron poisoning as being poisoned like with anything else. He's shaking a little bit, nauseous, cold sweat, and the burns on his back haven't gotten any better. Those are like a severe sunburn, or like any kind of burn that's worse than normal.]

sooner or later you'll dance with the reaper

[complexikey.livejournal.com]

All my enemies must die.

I have to kill them all.

Only I can do it, only I can...

..... Come get me! Hit me, I dare you!

Come on!

Rrraaaagh!!!

[[so uh, fearnoreaper has kind of... broken riku. he drove him over the edge and now riku thinks he's supposed to kill his enemies to protect his friends... except no one is his enemy, which means everyone is. He's currently murdering an unnamed gary stu in the living room, and generally... losing it? the living room is on fire. blue fire. you can hurt him if you want, but don't kill him? it's not his fault. the reaper roxas might actually be there too, or floating around, watching/helping him kill/attack people.]]

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[xdarkillusionx.livejournal.com]

[he quietly turns a corner, coming across a door that seems misplaced from the rest. Upon opening it, he raises a brow, for what he has found is...unique. It's full of trees, and a long, winding path that seems to be made of dirt.]

Strange. It appears that this door leads to a forest, or something akin to one... Whether or not this is an escape remains to be seen, though I recommend being skeptical; this dressing room seems to be full of tricks.

[Eying a rock, he picks it up and tosses it upwards, and, after a few seconds, it bounces off of something and hits the ground, everything flickering for a moment before solidifying again]

Hmm...

[ooc: Explanation? This room's basically a virtual simulation; it looks like an escape, but if one were to walk down the path, it would keep going and going. There's a switch on the ceiling to turn it off, which would reveal a plain, white room with several dials.]

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[whats-a-fire.livejournal.com]

[flopped in the corner of the room, sopping wet, flaps the end of her fin and pulls some wet hair from her face]

Bleh... [looks up] Wh-where am I? [takes a deep breath in] It's really dry here. I'll have to find some water soon...

[drags herself out of the corner]

...Flounder? [smiles at herself] No, he couldn't be out of the water... Hello? ...Anyone? Sebastian?

[face lights up] Is that Sora? [brushes some hair behind her ear]

[ooc: And here we have mermaid!Ariel.]

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[oneofthr3e.livejournal.com]

(Riku looks frustrated, holding a card (from http://community.livejournal.com/kingdomdressing/396408.html) The card says:
Due to the recent circumstance, normal penalties have been disregarded for the last one. Don't feel lucky, this is a rain check, not a cancellation. The last one may sneak up on you at any moment, so try not to be stupid.

3+3=6.
Four down, two to go. You know how I like threes, Riku. Time's running out. Shame, shame, shame. A simple confession would do, but you force my hand.
Who escapes a prison but is captive still?
I'll give you a hint: It isn't you.
Two more, and it's Game Over.)

Slater...he's here...

and in a wink, the funk was all around me;

[newblades.livejournal.com]

[he's sitting against the wall, arms criss-crossed across himself in a tight hug. the hood of his Organization coat is pulled over his head, which conceals his current activity, but it's fairly obvious what he's doing: his entire body is drooped, and a slight snore escapes every so often.]

mistake no. 1

[zerolocked.livejournal.com]

Status report, Organization.

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[rosenoblivion.livejournal.com]

[leaning against a wall is another Marluxia. one who's obviously post-death, if the petals and wisps of darkness rising from him are any indication. those gradually begin to fade as time passes, his form becoming more solid]

...

Such strength in someone so seemingly insignificant. Were it not for Axel's treachery, I could have -

[his eyes begin to take in his surroundings. this is definitely not that realm of nothingness so feared by every Nobody from Creepers to Xemnas]

One oblivion traded for another, I see...

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[hesreallythere.livejournal.com]

Naminé--?

[has a small, black dragon clinging to his head, riding him and chirping at everything]

O-ow, Fisk, stop-- [pries a few claws off, and settles the small dragon on his shoulder instead, where it starts chewing on a few spikes. He walks over, attaching a piece of paper to the wall, that say if any more dragon eggs are found, to come to the room in the east hall, labeled. He has a small room set up along with another Namine, for all the eggs they might find.]

[ooc; Cuz I've seen more and more people getting them, haha. Sora's got the room set up and it has a bunch of dragons/babies in it, woo. , , , , . There's a few more, haha. A running list of what dragons we have running around would be swell, too.]

don't feed me violence

[cupidly.livejournal.com]

[have a broken little angel, curled up against the wall with shivers shaking his body. if you get close enough, you might hear him hiccup or sniff.]

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[liesfortheprize.livejournal.com]

No luck. Looks like Naminé and I are stuck here for a while yet.

I don't doubt some have escaped...

Regarding our stay here - I can't have you living on your own, Naminé.

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[valorgasmic.livejournal.com]

You know, once upon a time there was a game room, but now I can't find it.

[looks very put off by this, huffing.]

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[plan-alternate.livejournal.com]

So, uh, hey.

Um.

I, uh, want to talk to all the Axels in here. Find out if it's the same across the universe.

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[thirteenkeys.livejournal.com]

...Ok, I need to wake up or I'm going to be late for school. Because there is no way I can be awake right now.

[ooc: This is a pretty normal Roxas, sans his dating his twin brother, Sora. Where Sora is the sliiightly more dominant one. Feel free to take up Sora if you like~]

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[boardspeech.livejournal.com]

[ t- this is probably the creepiest thing but. Roxas has a new pet! it's in its own little tank swimming happily. what is it, you ask?

a squiglet!

he's too busy practically fawning over his new pet to care about anything else. ]

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[fire-spawn.livejournal.com]

Momma, Daddy, where are you?

[Emma is pouting]

Will someone play with me? Or lots of someones! But you can't have cooties, ok?

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[fireinspired.livejournal.com]

[twirls the Kingdom Key casually.]

Someone wanna point me in the direction of the Keyhole?

flirt and flounce.

[celaje.livejournal.com]

[he's bent over, looking under a couch.]

Com'on, Pochera.

I know you're under there... somewhere. Come on.

[sits up and sighs.]

Man, Heartless are so stubborn...

[ooc; well, had to post for him. >> will not reply until like... tomorrow afternoon? |D; lol.]

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[roxaaas.livejournal.com]

[It looks like someone was enjoying himself, sprawled in a tub filled with many-a bubbles. A dollop of bubbles on his head, and a bright yellow rubber ducky floating with him. Humming to himself he watched the rubber toy with lazy interest... and then started a tune;]

Rubber Ducky, you're the one,
You make bathtime lots of fun,
Rubber Ducky, I'm awfully fond of you;

Woo woo be doo

Rubber Ducky, joy of joys,
When I squeeze you, you make noise!
Rubber Ducky, you're my very best friend, it's true!

Doo doo doo doo, doo doo

Every day when I
Make my way to the tubby
I find a little fella who's
Cute and yellow and chubby

Rub-a-dub-a-dubby!

Rubber Ducky, you're so fine
And I'm lucky that you're mine
Rubber ducky, I'm awfully fond of you.

Every day when I
Make my way to the tubby
I find a little fella who's
Cute and yellow and chubby

Rubber Ducky, you're so fine
And I'm lucky that you're mine
Rubber ducky, I'm awfully fond of -
Rubber ducky, I'd like a whole pond of -
Rubber ducky I'm awfully fond of you!

Do doo, be doo

[smiles to himself, squeezing it once or twice to make it squeek.

Ah~ this was so relaxing.]

[ooc: :l I know I should be shot- but settle to invade Roxas' personal space instead. ♥ And I may be slow on replies or will get to them tomorrow.]

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[unwillingminion.livejournal.com]

[she walks in, not paying attention to her surroundings.]

Got some good news for ya, Hades--

[a beat.]

I get the feeling I'm not in Thebes anymore.

[ooc: yeah, the dressing room officially ate my soul. but hey, Meg! :D]