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[lightningfast.livejournal.com]

[whoa, what's this? looks like a big, medium green dragon, big enough for someone to ride on. and there's a... Larxene next to it?]

Okay, Auri, where are we this time? Doesn't look like home~

Don't ask me, I thought you knew.

[ooc: blck_drgn_rdr's 'verse~

eta: other people can hear Auri, by the way]

because it's the 13th~

[neck.livejournal.com]

[waits for cericelight to show up and when he does, greets him cheerfully]

Happy birthday, Roxas!

[ohoho someone's got plaaaaans]


[ooc: Just for the birthday boy]

For all those going crazy...

[horizonfyre.livejournal.com]

AHEM-- [clears his throat]

--for any of those who think that if we band together, we actually stand a chance at escaping... the meeting starts now.

Also, thanks to destinydusk . . .

[hangs head]

I lost the game.

we could be like they are;

[fearnoreaper.livejournal.com]

[look whose showing his face after such a long time of hiding out. The peak of violence lately has lured him out]

Oh, do please continue.

just lose yourself with me;

[obsolete13th.livejournal.com]

[hums along to whatever song is playing in his head again. Smiling to himself and lounging around, singing under his breath]

Don't you walk away from me
cuz I got to get you next to me
if you got a game girl, step to me
just lose some friends and dance with me~

[18 + lol drugs :l]

But Cinderella's got to go

[memory-forger.livejournal.com]

[In one part of the dressing room, there's a Twilight Thorn and what appears to be Namine sitting on it's shoulder. She's busy sketching while on top of it, and just below the Twilight Thorn, there are hordes of Dusks and Dancers slinking around, though none of them seem intent on attacking, as if merely there to stretch out themselves to exercise. Once or twice, one of them looks up at her, as if expecting orders.

Namine looks out from her perch on top of the giant Nobody]

I wonder why I haven't tried sketching from here before.

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[puppet.livejournal.com]

[Spot is on her lap, eyestalks and legs hidden for once, and she's typing with a worried look on her face]

Is there anyone here who's good with computers? We can't get in touch with Spot's homeworld, and something's wrong.

[very, very wrong. it almost reminds her of, well. Thinking it would be a perfect way to jinx it.]

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[slavingly.livejournal.com]

[this guy's had a tough day but he's definately not letting it show like the Roxas has. sitting calmly at the table, he has some pizza in front of a chair. he's up, putting bandages around new burns. someone was so lost in his thoughts he couldn't remember to use an oven mitt.]

Someone should write 'love fucks up your life' in big letters around this room.

[ooc; Axels and Roxai beware.]

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[existingly.livejournal.com]

...

Well, this is different.

[ooc; Say hello to Canon!Olette. Right before Kairi was kidnapped is where she is taken from ♥]

40, 000 men and women every day;

[achromaticly.livejournal.com]

[That normally smiling face? It's been replaced with an oddly detached, cruel expression. His black eye seems to be swiveling around more than usual, surveying the people coldly. This  probably wouldn't be happening if he had just listened to daddy and left the eye patch on~]

Anyone who touches this body might wake up missing an arm or two. Or we could play around and see how many appendages you can afford to lose before dying.

[so does he have MPD, bipolar disorder, or is there something darker to this personality change? Who knows. Comments will come in the morning]

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[lensflared.livejournal.com]

Come on, you guys, this isn't funny—

[under the assumption he's being purposely held up on the way to the A/V room, Roxas has no idea what room he's just stumbled into.]

Guys ..?

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[summerlightshow.livejournal.com]

. . .

I guess this means I'm back.

[He's a little disoriented, having just been snatched up on his way home from the store. The cloth grocery bag is still slung over one shoulder]

There are a lot more people here than before, though.


ooc: AU!Roxas-muse, where Sora was absorbed instead. He's currently living with Axel and Naminé in Lindblum (don't ask). He's a - hopefully - cohesive mix of his original self, the Twilight Town persona, and a little Sora thrown in for spice.

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[forebodingly.livejournal.com]

[just staring around. this Kairi's college age- nineteen.]

What--
[ooc: My roleplay accounts can drink! This is #21.
from lastoption's universe, post-death.]

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[weepygayroxy.livejournal.com]

WAKE UP IN THE MORNING, FEELING FINE.

PULL UP A BED, PUT THE GUYS IN A LINE.

EVERYONE LOVES ME~! EVEN THE OTHER MEEEEES!

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[kingdom-default.livejournal.com]

So, other weapons. Did all of you find your real wielders yet? Or just temporary ones?

as sincere as a dog.

[whipstitched.livejournal.com]

[someone's seated at the kitchen table, a needle held delicately between two fingers. he's trying to thread the damn thing, but he keeps stabbing his fingertips by accident and leaving little droplets of blood all over the tabletop.]

...I think I need a hand with this.

skills of an artist.

[rikufu.livejournal.com]

[ Riku's raided a whole mess of art supplies, and now he's plopped down onto the floor, with a poster board all ready to decorate. ]

Jeez, I feel like I'm five ...

[ and so begins the first marker stroke of what'll hopefully end in a neat little "KEEP OUT" sign. ]

it's what i'm afraid of.

[reflecktion.livejournal.com]

[dressed in low-slung jeans and a bright cerulean unbuttoned shirt, he steps out of a mirror into the main room. sea-green eyes scan the room in bewilderment]

Well this isn't home.

((ooc: have a Riku who can travel through mirrors and glass (of reasonable size, of course). he's a total sweetheart with a heart of gold, and a "knight-in-shining-armor" mentality.))

with no particular rhyme or reason;

[a-ccidentalism.livejournal.com]

[Here's an Axel, lounging on a sofa in the library with a book. Though the observant might notice he's not actually reading, judging by how his eyes seem to have a far-off look despite being fixed on the words.

And how he's been on the same page for the past ten minutes.]

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[introverte-d.livejournal.com]

[wanders in, eyes downcast as he messes with an ipod in his hand. a backpack rests on one shoulder, and a camera hangs around his neck. he glances up, expecting to be someplace familiar...and blinks]

...U-Uh.

[ ooc: high school roxas, from rikufu's verse, if that's okay :] ]

Someone's expecting

[horizonfyre.livejournal.com]

[Axel skids out into the hallway, wearing a backpack backwards, something obviously inside. He's lost track of of where the library(s) is(are), but even if he knew where it was, he wouldn't know where to start looking for the book he needs.]

Guys? [gives a worried glance down into the backpack on his chest] Anybody know anything about motherhood?
Anything?




[ooc: ohgodalmostthere   someone's a mother now >D]

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[delishfish.livejournal.com]

[She's just sitting in the kitchen, helping herself to a can of tuna. Weird catgirl is weird, and that fluffy tail of hers is just swaying back and forth, for no real reason at all.]

So!

S'there any live fish around here to eat?

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[newblades.livejournal.com]

[he's exactly the way he was when he first appeared-- that is, fast asleep with the hood to his coat drawn up. rather than on the floor, though, he's seated at a desk amidst a mountain of papers and books.]

[not really a place he'd normally find himself, but maybe Roxas is more worn out the he'd care to admit.]

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[perdere-arte.livejournal.com]

[she enters the room with slight wariness, her body movement wavering slightly as she reluctantly passes through the open door.]

Where... am I? Or better yet, what is this place?

[glancing around the empty room, the girl edges her way to the brightest section of the room where she eventually encounters an old, dilapidated rocking chair near the corner -- steadily rocking in a constant pace despite no one else being present within the confines to have caused such movement. there also appears to be no windows around it, hashing out any indication that the wind may have been the culprit in movement. she gives a small, though somewhat uneasy smile. ]

... What a silly thing to have, around an empty room with no babies or beds!

[the girl reaches a fair hand out towards the chair and lends her own weight in stopping the chair's rocking movement. ]


... !!

[she quickly pulls back as the arm rest violently pushes against the girl's hand, hurting her in the process.]

What in heaven's name.. ?

[rubbing the pain in her hand, she draws back slowly, in disbelief. only to discover that she has lost her way from the entrance. the lights dim slowly, as a point of realization kicks in that she's alone in a dark room. her body language turns almost jerky, almost desperate even, semi-heavy breathing starts, she makes the decision to face away from the frightening rocking chair and raises her two hands against her face.]

Hello, is anybody out there!? Detective Ienzo! Anyone! Is there anyone here that could possibly help? (.. I've a bad feeling of this place.)

[ooc: I discovered this comm via friend, et voila! introducing alternate time dimension universe!Namine, at your service -- more or less based on Doctor Who, only without the kickass TARDIS. Specialties include cooking, cleaning, driving the kids to school, doing the laundry, tutoring, and more importantly playing perky sidekick to Mister Grumpy McShortshort (otherwise known as Zexion, but we call him Detective Ienzo, just to stay true to form to our British literature roots.) She's pretty much the older but wiser, demure version of Namine, though she does have her "special" moments. Zexion players are encouraged to poke (just not in that way, please...)  and hell, anyone really 'cuz this mun is bored as hell. ;; *needs entertainment prz*]

the n o o s e

[simplehero.livejournal.com]

[wandering around the halls in his silky black long sleeved dress is nothing new, he's always out and about to bother people. what he doesn't expect to find on the way back to his room, however, is a very familiar scene in a photo on the floor.]

... what?

[upon examining it, yes, it is indeed someone he knew from his world. why? how? he asks himself question upon question until he rounds the corner to his room, slipping inside. there on the floor lays a photo album, several pictures scattered around it. it almost looks like it wasn't even done being put together, and what's worse was that none of the photos were taken by him.]

I don't understand... is this someone's idea of a joke?

[these pictures ranged from when he was just a little'un and wore boys clothes, to the project in middleschool, the day of his commitment and-- oh god, oh god, why the fuck was the last page filled with-- he slams it shut, horrified.]

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[plan-awesome.livejournal.com]

[steps out of a room, adjusting the cuffs of his shirt. What's this? Axel has found him a change of clothes, and is now wearing close-fitted pants, boots, a shirt with rolled up sleeves, and a vest. There is also a pair of goggles perched on his head, giving him the overall look of a
Victorian-era inventor. Yes, Axel is a not-so-closeted-anymore steampunk]

[He doesn't say anything, just flops down on a nearby couch and pulls out a copy of "1984"]

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[yourfighter.livejournal.com]

[that egg he had before has hatched, and he's carrying it and another egg two more eggs]

Does anyone know what to feed these? I'm not sure what to do with them...

[ooc: click please?]

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[featheredapple.livejournal.com]

Axel, Axel! I found an egg!

I keep it warm, right?

if at first you don't succeed?

[dominatingly.livejournal.com]

[taps bottomsforall's shoulder, having had quite a party figuring out which Riku was the right one. he looks paler than he should but otherwise fairly normal, if not for the odd tired calmness he's got going]

Got a minute, or are you busy?


[ooc: heading out soon but I wanted to put it up. just talking to the beforementioned fellow, gracias]

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[radiantprodigy.livejournal.com]

[For whatever reason, Ienzo's found himself a comfy place in the middle of the hallway...to sleep. Yes, sleep. He's in the middle of the floor, a bunch of books at his side, all sprawled out and with nothing but a single pillow. Better watch out, or you might just trip]

....It's so a-ma-zing....

[bloodiedsun.livejournal.com]

[Blind-folds, blind-folds...everywhere. Some thought they were the hottest new fashion straight off the runway in Milan. Others obviously had more 'unique' and private motivations for the glorified fabric scraps.

And this particular Fire-Starter was making use of it for, essentially, the same basic principle: Heightening all remaining sensations, once sight has been locked behind closed doors. Or, as much of a lock and key said article...which was likely cut out of the contents of some soon to be furious resident's closet.....can suffice as.

Why exactly did this particular Axel have a penchant for the above?

Well you know what they say about Old Habits and them being hard to murder, maim and other wise send packing to the bottom of the Hudson River- assassin or no.

Therefore that may explain the lengthy blade he's wielding amongst an obvious 'practice set-up'.]

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[bloomingmelody.livejournal.com]

[perched comfortably on a stool. in one hand is her violin, resting lightly on her knee. in the other, her bow. she smiles softly]

...any requests?

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[ialwaysknowbest.livejournal.com]

Okay, boys. Here's your order. Pancakes with a side of pig for the cutie with the tight butt-

[and she turned, cradling several plates- balanced on her arms and in her palms. she was an older looking Aerith, chewing gum and dressed... loudly. purple shirt, the white print stating; 'I love my gay son.' a vest littered with gay pride buttons, p-flag buttons, tweetie bird and other such colorful things. a leopard print scarf tied around her neck.

she stopped dead in her tracks, nearly dropping her plates]

What...

What the Hell is going on here?!

[ooc: Queer as Folk-verse Aerith. She takes the place of Debbie. ;x apparently the boys need her.]

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[iliekdarkness.livejournal.com]

The heartless here are surprisingly...weak. I feel so out of place, being pretty much superior to all of them. And before you ask, yes, it's me. The same heartless who, once upon a time, took some kid's heart. Miss me?

Probably not, but it's not like I really care.

[and pop comes the Dark Keyblade]

Been ages since I've used this thing. Feels good to be at my peak...

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[rosenoblivion.livejournal.com]

[is in the garden, walking along the paths and basically just taking advantage of the peace offered here. Every so often, he pauses to tend to some of the flowers. Someone has to do it, though it's more due to his special affinity than a sense of obligation.]

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[aucuncoeur.livejournal.com]

[he's pacing back and forth back and forth back and forth, twitching and leaking liquid darkness. it's very obvious he doesn't appreciate where he is, simply because of the deep, cat-like noises he's making in the back of his throat.]


[ooc: have a new anti-Sora~. this one is pretty good around Rikus, but probably won't get along with Soras~.]