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[omnomsouls.livejournal.com]

(what is with all these weapons?
someone appears to have left the Soul Eater on the ground, but, knowing what's been happening recently, it's likely more than just a weapon)

((BANDWAGON, AHOY))

public service announcement;

[everlyafter.livejournal.com]

..Okay. Ground rules.

The little Sora who kind of stutters? He's t-a-k-e-n. Taken. Please don't bother him.

I only say this because I don't want my brother getting fat. And also because I'd also not forgive you if you tried anything. Which means no more cookies for you.

Hm...

[destati-13.livejournal.com]

So...

[lounging on the ground, drumming his fingers on the floor]

I'm trying to think of something mean to force the Axel from my world to do, since he owes me. Anyone got any good ideas?

at the beginning

[kingdom-default.livejournal.com]

[...when will all these random objects stop showing? This one is just lying on a corner, as if it doesn't want to be noticed, glowing faintly in gold.]

[ooc: Because we all lack self control, clearly.]

with a broken wing, she carries her dreams

[memory-forger.livejournal.com]

Shhh... stop moving...

[This is a mighty contrast to when Namine was saw last. She's sitting in the mock library, her clone's dragons all asleep around her, including her own . There is a large cluster of daisies in a nearby table as if it was freshly picked, and she's bent over a small bird who looks to be injured.]

How did you get there? Good thing none of the half-cats got you.

[Gently, she inspects its broken wing, wondering how to heal such a small thing.]

I've been dreaming of a true love's kiss...

[justonewishaway.livejournal.com]

[picks up her poofy white skirt and struggles to stand up] Hmph! Hello? Oh, hello?

Where am I?

I... I fell down the wishing well. This isn't the bottom, is it? [looks up at the ceiling] Oh, I... I guess not.

Oh... [looks at her hands and feels her hair - no longer so animated] What a strange feeling... What is this place?

Excuse me...! Can anyone tell me where I am? I need to get back to the castle, my wedding is about to start without me...!!

Hmph...

[giveintothedark.livejournal.com]

Here again, am I.

Well, I can't say I'm surprised... so many hearts waiting to be taken.

So many glaring lights to be snuffed out.

Hm... Where to begin?....

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[llameante.livejournal.com]

[it's a rare sight to see a handful of Assassins in the dressing room-- they're discreetly investigating all over, while their hooded instigator watches from the corner.]

[someone might be up to trouble.]

if love is not enough to put my enemies to sleep;

[imakeygoodsir.livejournal.com]

So I have a wielder now and his name is Roxas and you can't touch him or the Axel he likes or I'll hurt you. Kay? Kay.

And on that note, how many weapons have found their way here? It's like a floodgate opened up.

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[foralostcause.livejournal.com]

[This seems to be a recurring theme for him. Not him personally, but for Axels in general.

He's not in very good shape, and that's putting it delicately. This Axel here made it about half a room away from where he'd been taken out in two hits by Sephiroth but it had been enough to exhaust him. He was dizzy, his head hurt, his back stung (to say the least), and he felt about five minutes from death, if that. He would still insist that Sephiroth's last move there had been a cheap shot. Of course, he should have seen that coming. Live and learn, right?

The living part might prove difficult.

He's on the floor. He doesn't like being on the floor, as what's left of his dignity insists it's not a very good place to be. He'd tried to roll over onto his back but remembered quickly why that was a bad idea and instead was on his side, sort of, forehead pressed against the ground. There are several fairly deep slashes in his back, blood darkening his coat and visible on his quickly paling skin where his coat had been cut to ribbons. His eyes are closed, either out of a lack of consciousness or sleep, it's difficult to tell, but he is alive still, which is indicated by his shallow breathing. Having nearly all of the life energy drained out of you was not a fun experience, Axel now knew.]

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[thirteenthflame.livejournal.com]

[Blood, black with darkness along with the more normal red, dots the floor. The source of the former has already left, but that of the latter has not been so fortunate. Crimson stains the ground underneath a redheaded teen, flowing from various wounds - particularly those nasty gashes on his left shoulder and chest. Yet another one who came off worse in a fight with Sephiroth, though Nanaki lasted for a bit longer than that Axel did. His remaining eye is closed, there are smears of black blood around his mouth, and his skin is very pale. Yet he's still breathing, albeit shallowly.

Drifting in and out of consciousness, Nanaki's faintly aware of his life seeping out of him drop by drop. He heals better in his animal form, but the severity of wounds have forced him back into this one. And the energy needed to transform back would probably kill him right now. The pain is not a factor; he doesn't even feel it anymore.]

(OOC: All fixed up now thanks to radianceinzero and rebel_sorceress~!)

coloring coloring coloring~

[simplehero.livejournal.com]

[... well, someone has chalk and there's no damn sidewalk, so look who's drawing things aaall over the floor in his pretty little blue-with-black-polka-dots dress and small shorts.]

onto something.

[twilightterre.livejournal.com]

[now he's been a little bored, especially after sleeping all that time. so he's in the game room, playing Guitar Hero and making a complete fool of himself. he isn't very good, but there's a grin on his face.]

odd knack there, sir

[dominatingly.livejournal.com]

[is sitting on a couch while some movie he doesn't recognize plays... tying knots. he's making a smooth job of looping and winding the length of rope just so, just as easily undoing the ties he makes. he's been at this for a little while now, lips occasionally moving as though he's saying something, but there's no sound]

If the guy in that movie says I'm fine one more time, someone'll nail it to his forehead.

[mutters that, looking up at the screen to frown at it for a moment before he sighs and slumps against the couch, setting the rope aside for the moment]

What else was there...


[ooc: After an educational chat with stutter!Sora, this boy's practicing with some of the BDSM equipment he saw, thus there's a small variety piled beside him. It's something to do, right?]

i miss you.

[blueterror.livejournal.com]

[he was never much of a coffee drinker, and that's why his mug has hot chocolate instead. he takes a long, careful sip before setting it back down on the table, staring at the trembling brown liquid.]

What if we're never supposed to leave this place, and we're all just going to grow old and die here.

something i can never have.

[amnesiatically.livejournal.com]

[rubbing his hand all over his face, he looks well worn from the latest happenings in his own little world and now he just ... wants to unwind and pass out somewhere. wherever he ends up. his destination is set for the kitchen, feet moving silently.]

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[enmemoria.livejournal.com]

[Someone seems a little sheepish. Though she had met up with her father (dontsingkthnx awhile back, the child had decided to go wandering about the dressing room, especially stalking Mariel (starsoftears) and her own older counterpart (enigmaticmemory).

Inbetween stalking the teens, getting cookies from a girl Roxas, and just otherwise wandering around and looking for things to interest herself with, Morie has finally realized just how much time supposedly has passed...or at least that it's been long enough for her to get into some serious trouble, possibly grounding, even, when it comes to wandering too far from her dad.

Shuffling her feet, the six year-old glances around the dressing room, trying to figure out something.]

Um...

Uh...

Anyone seen my daddy? He's...um...he looks like...my daddy?

Costume Party - Go! ( Picture under fake cut )

[infinity-cycle.livejournal.com]

Alright everyone.
Welcome to the Ballroom bash.

Costumes are optional.
So you're welcome to dress up as something from your wildest dreams, worst nightmares and everything in between. Just- keep it kosher kids~!


There's games, dancing, refreshments and pretty much anything your heart can desire within the limits of reason, space and decency. Everyone mingle and enjoy yourselves.

Any questions or concerns, feel free to bug the blond in the Victorian suit and top-hat.
[Gestures to himself with much flourish.]


[ occ : No one needs to reply -to- Roxas, or speak with him unless they so desire. Feel free to comment about your character's enterence into the gala, and whoever wants to interact with you can reply.

There might be massive thread-hopping. If it gets busy, then it's up to you if taking things to another post would be prefered.

Feel free to even steal the party idea and start a brand-new post. This is all for the sake of getting people to meet and mingle, so- do it~.]

and the temperature is freezing, and then after dark

[high0f75.livejournal.com]

(this Riku is sitting in a chair, reading. if you get close enough, you might see that it's a Bible.
but, that's not the strangest thing.
the strangest thing is, this Riku is wearing reading glasses.
he's not really paying attention to his surroundings, so he hasn't noticed the change)

((Riku from forwardmoti0n's universe. Like Sora, he's a Christian, and he needs to wear reading glasses. He also plays the piano for his church's band. :D))

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[shoreliner.livejournal.com]

[flops down in an easy chair; at least there's no end to the furniture here. there's a sandwich way too large to feed one person at his arsenal, and an ... ice pack over his right hand.]

Guess I never learn, huh.

locked up in here.

[spyied.livejournal.com]

--m'excuser, mademoiselle, mais où est le--...

Quoi? Prof. Axel?

Où sont je?

[ooc; so, this is a french roxas for all of you guys~. um, yes, I'm using a translator because I fail at french class. |D; information on his profile~]

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[cactibutt.livejournal.com]

MY BUTT!

alcoholic kind of mood.

[selfishprick.livejournal.com]

[sprawled out on a couch, wearing just a pair of tight black jeans that aren't even buttoned at the moment. Adorning his neck are at least three pairs of vampire bites, a few sitting pretty on his torso as well. In the crook of his arm is a nearly empty bottle of expensive vodka, a fresh one waiting for him on the coffee table]

I haven't even been here for a week, and I've been shagged senseless by a god, become a blood donor for a vampire, got my fucking arm ripped off, and have been found by my Roxas from home.

[shakes his head, taking a deep swig of the vodka, finishing it off with a content grin]

All this place needs is a dance club with an open bar, and it could actually be worthwhile.

[sets down the bottle, grabbing the fresh one and cracking it open]

What do you kids do around here for fun anyway?

what you used to.

[invisiriku.livejournal.com]

[dads are camera addicts. ... well, at least, this one is. taking pictures of u out of nowhere, yes? yes.]

hold me when i'm lonely.

[holdontoit.livejournal.com]

[quite high above all the mess of the main room, there is a golden cage which holds a b--no, not a bird, but a girl with wings on the sides of her face. her knees are draped outside of the cage, and those sandals are precariously on the edges of her little toes... really, they could fall at any minute.]