now for something of a little different variety;

[imakeygoodsir.livejournal.com]

[hmmmm, what's this? It's the Ultima Weapon just lying on the floor all lonely and forgotten. How strange to leave a keyblade around. But if you look close enough, you can see it's glowing slightly. And it sounds like someone is humming a happy little song. How very strange indeed]

[ooc; this is... the keyblade. In the verse it is from, Sora lost his memories or possessing the keyblade, it disappeared and in turn, forgot its master's face. But it knows it had a master so it decided to go on a journey to find him. It can take on a human form for easy movement and has subconsciously taken on Sora's form. It's a bit dysfunctional, but a loyal weapon for any who claim it]

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[amnesiatically.livejournal.com]

You guys-  you guys are so stupid!

Don't scream like you're getting raped if you're not! Especially if you're too busy enjoying your public sex to even mean it--

I mean come on, some people really don't need to see that nasty crap! Especially the kids. What the hell are you even thinking?

You're only drawing attention to yourself if you scream false claims of rape and yet you're sitting there getting your shit polished in the middle of the kitchen. Some people might actually think you're in trouble.

[skulks off. sooomeone's a little angry drunk right now, a bottle of something foreign clutched at his side.]

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[falseshore.livejournal.com]

Hah. I look away for five minutes and this place is full of even more crazies. Heard there's almost a thousand now. Definitely not like Vortexx... but at least it's interesting. Anyone bothered sticking name tags on all those Roxae yet? At this rate, it might help.

So, what'd I miss?

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[hesmellsyou.livejournal.com]

I'm surprised that there is still room to breathe here. At the rate that people seem to arrive, you'd think that there'd be little space left, but I suppose this world is limitless in that regard. How many rooms have been discovered now? I've heard that even dragon eggs are possible to obtain here.

I see that Axels, Roxae, Soras, and Rikus are still the 'dominant' individuals here. Deplorable, but not surprising at all. I do hope that some of you are more sane than some of the more... violent and perverse residents.

this can't be right...

[neck.livejournal.com]

[someone takes a good five minutes of poking around to decide that this is indeed not his dorm, glancing around and puzzling over the change in scenery while he carts around some papers. seeing people mill about, he freezes - man if this isn't a bad time to be wearing his big old green hoodie and boxers]

This is definitely not thrid floor D-wing...

[ever so subtly pulls his kitty-eared beanie off of his head. strangers just don't need to see him wearing his 'thinking cap']


[ooc: Sora from the same reality as cericelight and lastoption. Where he's from, Kairi and Riku were recently killed, so this college student's not been having the best time. Bit more in his userinfo]

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[mistagentaya.livejournal.com]

[is sitting here staring at her egg in her lap. In v. deep thought]

Hnnn.

Ok so. Axel, Roxas, Riku, and Sora....yeah tons of those everywhere...Maybe I should classify what I see. S'not that hard. They're all so ridiculously different from each other.<
...
Then again that'd make 'em feel like animals...on the other hand I'll be keeping the list to myself- and some of them ARE acting like animals.

[shakes head] Man I'm really out of it if I'm having these kinds of thoughts and I've only been here a few days....shows how well I can cope being outside of hometown I guess.

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[xdarkillusionx.livejournal.com]

[What is this blasphemy? Zexion playing a Nintendo Wii? Moreso, Brawl? That certainly isn't something you see every day, and to make matters worse, he appears to be a bit frustrated]

Honestly, I fail to see the redeeming qualities in this game. As is, it's incredibly difficult, yet Haruko manages to play it with ease. ...mn, but I suppose I'll have to withstand it. When I leave (provided that I do), I'll need to beat her for the sake of my own dignity.

[ooc: Remember that room with the PS2? There's also a Wii~ And basically any other VG system out there. Have at it. And yes, Zex has no experience with teh gamez.]

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[worshipnowplz.livejournal.com]

[lounging lazily in a deep red chair, a pleased little smile on his face that says more than anything else]

There's a few of you who...mm, owe me. Either present what you owe to me, or I will take you to the altar, where you can place the objects.

[stretches, pants sliding down and revealing a left-over red burn mark on his hip; he's not wearing a shirt again]

.........

[infinity-cycle.livejournal.com]

[Pretends to have no idea at all as to why he's waking hours before dawn and fleeing from any remotely darkened room, which may induce sleep. Nightmares? What nightmares?

On another note, rediscovers how much coffee and Roxas mesh much like the contents of a train-wreck. Maybe it's just the nature of being rudely awakened, then denying yourself any rest through the night or following morning, which makes downing the muddy bilious stuff torture. This is shown by the way he's squinting blue-ringed eyes at the ceramic mug which said...unholy liquid..is growing tepid within.

Perhaps that glare could will it away, because getting up and walking to the sink ...isn't an option. Not when curling up in the embrace of a toasty-warm sofa is possible instead.

And it's so peaceful that he can't resist shutting one eye for a while... or maybe both. But they're blinking open after a minute or ten, so that's not encouraging sleep- right? Then neither is propping head on knees, arms around legs and letting the afghan fall over his eyes a bit. ....Not sleeping. No, no.

..Roxas is just still awake if he's -thinking- & concentrating on his thoughts in order to stay conscious. Mmhm~ Right.. t-thinki-..]



...
[Dead to the world.]

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[rawksass.livejournal.com]

[Distraught, depressed, angry with himself, angry with a certain Riku... and just defeated. Utterly.

Sitting on the floor, back against the wall and he's slumped.

Taps his knee, no real rhythm. Eyes poofy, red and agitated from his earlier crying.]

...

[arms now crossing over his chest]

I think I need to talk to Axel.

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[jailedbait.livejournal.com]

 So, since we've all been long past dropping to a feral way of living,

who wants to die?

[just standing there with his hands in his pockets, tail flicking idly behind his legs.]

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[llameante.livejournal.com]

Man, you've got a room full of crazy people, an' it takes you this long to tear into each other?

[this Nobody's shuffling a deck of cards. not the ones he's used to; just regular old playing cards.]

You guys need hobbies.

are you ready to stand?

[inanimating.livejournal.com]

[he's found a nice violin and is playing it diligently, quiet and sweet. he might not be able to speak anymore, but doesn't a song speak for itself? his foot's tapping to the beat, eyes closed.]

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[oathskept.livejournal.com]

.. seriously, what the hell? I'm starting to think you're all insane.

☠ if you know where to stand then you know where to land

[lastoption.livejournal.com]

[limping unsteadily toward the bathrooms, his back a mess of torn clothing and blood.] 

I give up on playing nice.

[ooc; pwn'd. ]

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[sitarwithmytoes.livejournal.com]

[appears in the center of the room (wearing a shiny new pair of boots)]

Hey fellas! [sheepish wave] Um...

Axel and I are having a, uh, portal contest, to see who's quicker at warping place-to-place. We need someone to start off the race, as it were.

Any takers? [big grin, shrugs]

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[soragasmic.livejournal.com]

[And here is a Sora decked in... what? p-pinks and reds? a big 'ol heart on the center of a bright pink shirt. fake angel wings, and he has bow and arrows slung around a shoulder.

hands on his hips, he looks disappointed.]

Aw man, I was so ready to play Cupid and get them together, but it seems they don't need me to anymore.

[huff... then ping!]

H-Hey! Maybe I can help other people realize their feelings and fall in love!

[oh ho ho ho!]

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[his-littlest.livejournal.com]

This place still exists? Hmm...~

No, no. By this point in time, everyone ought to be crawling with diseases. I'm better off playing the chastity card.

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[groundedgoof.livejournal.com]

[Have a KH!Max who has taken the Gummi Ship out for a spin without telling dear old dad.

...well, there were these asteroids, see. And Roxanne in the passenger's seat got kinda distracting with her...gorgeousness.

And said Gummi Ship is no longer in such sparkling condition. Chip and Dale went  DDD8 and are rushing to repair the damaged blocks. Max has gone off to panic in the dressing, and...pretend another him did it.]
 

never knows best

[lightning-larx.livejournal.com]

[Larxene limps out of a portal into another section of the DR, bleeding profusely from a wound in her leg and swearing under her breath. She pushed crazySaïx a little too far.

Her two-headed dragonet flies over and makes a concerned noise.]

Hey there. Think you could find me a potion?

[For now, she produces a knife and cuts off a strip from the hem of her coat, wrapping and tying it tightly around the wound. A temporary fix, at best.]

And they'll give us a talking to~

[simplehero.livejournal.com]

They made a statue of us, and they put it on a mountain top
Now tourists come and stare at us,
blow bubbles with their gum, take photographs, have fun, have fun~

[mindlessly singing to himself as he lays lounged across the couch, headphones on and eyes closed. he's not wearing a skirt anymore, but rather a short light blue summer dress with blue jeans torn at the knees.]

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[houndsowar.livejournal.com]

[has left the last room she was in a complete nasty torched and cracked and shattered mess]

You know, I was having a nice time watching the blood spatter on the battlefield and was content to keep it there but if whoever brought me here wants in on their rug, by all means come out and we can solve this quickly.





[[ooc:god!Kairi- guess which god...not that that'll be hard]]

be that shining light.

[cross-paths.livejournal.com]

[now, this looks like a new Roxas--looks almost fourteen. but he bears an uncanny resemblance to--oh, wait. this is the sun god, just without his powers. someone was being a sacrificial god again.]

I wonder if anyone here deems the sun as an importance. We're in a room, after all.

Maybe that's why I'm so weak...

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[emptiedcup.livejournal.com]

As the population increases, so do tensions.

I wonder if it's possible for this place to run out of room.

Call me, beep me...

[sowhatsthesitch.livejournal.com]

[flips into the dressing room and lands swiftly, stands up and takes in her surroundings]

Woah. Is this Drakken's newest idea? [looks unimpressed] Ron? Ron, where are you?

[walks into another room] Oh, so this place is populated. Woah, are you all twins? Geez, as if the ones at home weren't enough.

Wait... Drakken's making clones?! [takes out her communicator] Wade! Wade? [only getting static, hits it, nothing happens] Ugh.
Ron, are you here? [walks around the room]

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[blck-drgn-rdr.livejournal.com]

[Looks like Zanren and Roxas have found a room big enough for a dragon to fly. Zanren's stretching his wings, and complaining of boredom. Roxas is tuning him out and working on with his twin keyblades, he's got the tips of them lit on fire and is doing one of the more involved katas he'd been taught. Finally, having enough of Roxas ignoring him, Zanren addressed the entire room.]

Anyone up for flying?

Zanren, you're asking for trouble.

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[paint-itred.livejournal.com]

[If you walk into one of the side rooms, you might see a mini-alter. It's adorned simply with little sun drawings, with a small plaque that says 'pray for sun.'

Axel will deny ten ways from hell that he did this. It took a knock to his pride to admit to pray to anyone, even the god that made his existence.]

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[flurry-devotion.livejournal.com]

[Another Axel wanders in, not looking any different or special, and he simply looks around and takes a good, hard look at the room. He whistles lowly.]

And I thought things couldn't get much crazier.

[He shakes his head, and continues on his way, walking.]

So much for no more replicas. Now. Where's Saïx?

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[muted-heart.livejournal.com]

[he had an... interesting day, to say the least. tears were shed, made a new friend... listened to beautiful music. it was nice. now he just wanted to relax a little. notepad on a table, and he found a deck of cards.

used to being by himself, he smiled and started to build something out of cards (they were so flimsy!). concentrating veeeery hard, biting his bottom lip.

...

well. maybe it was a pyramid? ponders his creation]