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[sitarwithmytoes.livejournal.com]

[taking a good long break from all of this weapon business, plans on getting a good night's sleep. ...With a baseball bat by his bed, in case a certain Roxas clone pops by to return that broken-nose favor.]

[is in one of the bathrooms with the door open, brushing his teeth, pacing the floor]

[makes his way back to the sink, spits out the toothpaste and turns the water on]

[stares for a second]

...Hey guuuys? Where's the water go?

Not only that... where does it come from?

[terror strikes his face] How do we know it's even clean?

plastic stars in our private galaxy;

[plasticburns.livejournal.com]

[blinks  once. Blinks twice. Looks down at his tattered clothing, but there doesn't seem to be anything but scars left]

I thought I was dead. I mean, I was stabbed and burned and- where's Roxas?

[from trained's universe. He's a doll who has a fear of Axels and a love for Roxas]

leave out all the rest

[kingdom-default.livejournal.com]

[There's suddenly a loud sound that sounded like a contented sigh, and the thin sheet of purple light covering the glass stain image suddenly shatters. The images on the glass itself starts shuffling through them...Sora...Kairi..Riku...Roxas..Namine...Ven...Terra...Aqua...all the Organizations members...faster and faster, and then there's a bright light.

As it subsides, the glass stain image is still there, but it's just plain looking, like those in the churches. And it's not glowing anymore. A moment later, what can be called snow of lights like what happened in Destiny Islands rain on the dressing room.

...

Along as a LOT of treasure chests appear randomly, with some barrels here and there, a random unhinged double door in one corner...

...and of course, the Heartless and Nobodies return.]

You know, Ultima, I was kind of serious about how I said we should just throw them in there, give them their weapons, a treasure chest, a door, a barrel and some creatures and see how they do.

[And the lights continue to rain]

[ooc: I'm gonna miss this account. :p Oh, and there's plenty of treasure chests for everyone, but they can only open ONE each.]

Attack of the blue voice

[destined-twins.livejournal.com]

[AND THEN SUDDENLY]

OKAY, YOU KNOW WHAT. I HAVE ENOUGH OF THE COMPLAINING.

NUMBER 1. There are some people who have led their whole lives without weapons and magic. Why can't some of you do the same?! And I don't see Kingdom banning ALL weapons. You can still make makeshift weapons as I can see it!

NUMBER 2. Magic? AS LONG AS YOU'RE NOT HURTING ANYONE, IT'S FINE. I don't think anyone wants to get hurt by magic, so why bother?

NUMBER 3. INSTEAD OF COMPLAINING, WHY NOT TRY ACTING LIKE A NORMAL COMMUNITY AND TRY TO HELP EACH OTHER OUT IN THIS TIME OF CRISIS? BECAUSE ALL I'VE BEEN SEEING IS "ME, ME, ME!". STOP COMPLAINING AND INSTEAD DO SOMETHING ABOUT IT. BECAUSE AS FAR AS I SEE IT, KINGDOM WON'T LIFT THIS THING UNTIL ALL OF YOU GET YOUR ACT TOGETHER.

NUMBER 4. CAN'T YOU GUYS REALLY LAST FOR ONE WEEK?!

dive into the heart

[kingdom-default.livejournal.com]

[In human form, he's standing over the edge of a glass stained image whose location is unknown, hand in pockets and looking deep in thought. The glass stain image shows only colorful patterns. It looks like one shove behind his back would send him to an eternal fall.

His back is turned away from any potential newcomers to the realm he is now.]

[ooc: Who: imakeygoodsir, duskly, destined_twins (both), battleblossom hiimabook and drawingly ONLY.
What: Trusted weapons meeting.
Where: A glass stained image somewhere out there.
When: Sometime during all this commotion.
Other Notes:Won't start officially until everyone is accounted for. This might take some time.]

like mortals

[dualreversal.livejournal.com]

[Keybearer!Roxas finds his lack of Keyblade not a trouble. He's holding a makeshift sword he found, and looking out at the dressing room citizens]

Is anyone injured? I know Cure. It looks like magic like that wasn't banned.

spellwork 101

[real-witch.livejournal.com]

[Trying to be useful, she's running around left and right, dousing fires with shouts of "Aguamenti!" and passing corridors, wand flicking]

Reparo! Reparo! Reparo!

[Broken items are repaired, and she looks around, trying to see what else she can do.]

we can say we've found our own way.

[blackmailing.livejournal.com]

[sitting at the baby grand he found after opening and closing many doors throughout the dressing room, he adjusts his glasses, frowning as he notices a spot on one of the lens. dried on and the color of cream, his lips curl into a grin. that would be Roxas' doing, and a reminder as to why he usually took his glasses off during detention. using the hem of his shirt to clean the glass, he idly looks around the room. it looks disused for the most part, the piano itself being the least dusty instrument]

What a shame.

[he begins to play the baby grand, emerald eyes closed in concentration. there's sheet music in front of him, but he's ignoring it, playing a piece of his own creation]

((ooc: music teacher!Axel from the same verse as clavichordly, who seduced his teacher and has been blackmailing him for the past two years to force him to stay.))

haphazard crayon lines

[memory-forger.livejournal.com]

[Reminiscent of her own sketchbook, Namine suddenly collapses on the floor, clutching her head as if in pain]

[ooc: The more times Selene is ripped, the worse that happens to her wielder's memory. If she knew you or met you before, there's a 50-50 chance she forgot about you.]

no wings

[rebel-sorceress.livejournal.com]

[She's looking VERY pale, and she's sitting on one couch, looking half-dead to be exact. But she's still smiling, oddly enough.]

Ironically, I think that Keyblade made the right choice.

[ooc: Half-sorceress of black magic? Half-dead. Yet she approves of this. Strange.]

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[forgetxyouxnot.livejournal.com]

[Thud.]


.......


[What was that sound, might you ask? Roxas' forehead planting into the kitchen counter-top: self-induced, one might add. Apparently short-stuff here is not a morning- uh...afternoon person. Or it might just be all the racket from the occupants around which are preventing the youth from getting a decent sleep.

He wasn't about to resort to coffee, but something to give him a little energy might be a welcome relief from the mental quick-sand his consciousness felt like it was sinking into.]

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[mistagentaya.livejournal.com]

[visions too blurred to do anything, her powers come from her eyes and are 95% offensive, just sits next to her dragon ]

I miss my glasses...screw it.
Wake me in 4 days.

[nap times]

Alone.

[fadingly.livejournal.com]

 [a quiet sobbing came threw one of the kitchen doors. It was olette crying. She has been here only two days but, she had been burned and is still alone. She was holding a photograph with her,roxas,pence, and hayner making a human pyramid. She had finally gave up on looking for them. She didn't think they were here with her. There was cookies and cakes and muffins everywhere. She baked when she wanted to avoid thinking about something. She spoke to the only one in the room...herself.]

Pence..Roxas...Hayner... I miss you guys...

[she gripped the photograph with more love and respect this time seeing that this was the only thing she had to remember her best buds.]

i've got a secret...

[knowsyoursecret.livejournal.com]

It's not the locker room, but I suppose it will do~

[leans against the wall, a smirk curling his lips as he sings under his breath in a surprisingly soft tenor]

I've got a secret. A terrible secret. And if I told you would you promise to keep it secret?

[twirls a crimson lock of hair, emerald eyes watching the room]

Now all we need is our precious principal to complete the triangle.

((ooc: the Axel from the same verse as skymning_land. always ready to blackmail to keep his place in the threesome~))

locked to Roxas [jailedbait]

[chosen-key.livejournal.com]

[alllright, so this one's walking around in a full-body leotard, black in color.]

S-sunshine~!

lonely

[fadingly.livejournal.com]

 [In the kitchen there is Cookies, Pies, Brownies, and Cakes everywhere! Olette was the cause of the sweets overload. She was sitting at the table now looking at all her creations smiling.She thougt to herself..how in the world am iIgoing to eat all of these? She sighed]

Noramally Roxas, Pence, and Hayner were here to eat them..

[she said to herself rather loudly.]

sway with me.

[skymning-land.livejournal.com]

[he's gone into the shadows as soon as he realized this was not the theatre room. mostly? because he's wearing his costume to be on stage, a sash precariously over his hips and gold paint drawn in swirls all over his arms. at the moment, he's on his way to the bathroom.]

I get the weirdest dreams backstage...

[ooc; this is a Riku has had a relationship with the principal, Roxas. Axel, the new kid, came along, caught them one day, and effectively blackmailed himself into their relationship. hello threesome. Axel's taken, but Roxas is up for grabs~]

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[bloodiedsun.livejournal.com]

[Had plans on warming up something in the microwave...only to discover, in his haste, one of those pesky scaled beasties lurking within.

Either someone had a sick and twisted humor and the dragon infestation was finally breaking one of the residents....or these serpents had odd methods of warming themselves up. Either way, that wouldn't have been fun if he'd not been paying attention.]

Psst~.

[The critter is given an affection tap on the tail and promptly skitters out with a huff and puff from it's prior hovel. No sooner does it appear, said imp is slinking off into the rest of the kitchen with a few angry chirps. A sudden damp chill is felt which draws him back to the task at hand, and quite promptly the redhead finds his soon-to-be beverage split. All over his shirt-front, in fact, thanks to the microwave door. For an assassin, he was slipping on that whole hand-eye coordination thing.]

...Right. Perfect.
Because I am cursed with being eternally despised by small hot-tempered -things-.

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[hiimabook.livejournal.com]

To whom it may concern,

The Keyblade known as "Kingdom" to some is slowly dying due to this little stunt of his. And, indeed, this was all intended to be a test, though not to apply to everyone, though I'm certain that much has been made clear already.

Also, this test was never meant to last a week. That much was used to give people more reason to behave rationally.

Granted, I still consider this whole ordeal pointless, but I felt that it needed to be said.

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[lostrefugee.livejournal.com]

(she's been keeping away from the chaos, mainly because she's picked up two new dragon eggs:
and
. they're in a basket she found. she's reading, but her little dragon is trying to get her attention)


((Click the eggs~))

but you're the one in the way.

[righted.livejournal.com]

[shuts his eyes, rubbing at his head in an automatic gesture.]

Okay, no, don't fuck with me. Where's the castle?

{ooc; canonish au.}

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[featheredapple.livejournal.com]

It's growing it's wings! [holds up his baby dragon! ]

I should feed it something special!

If I knew what it was allowed to eat.

[ooc: Please click the other eggs too: ]

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[undeniableproof.livejournal.com]

[leaning back in an armchair, holding his head and looking down]

[sniff]

Ah...Ah... [SNEEZE]

[SNIFF] Aaauugh...

...Lame.

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[lonvingly.livejournal.com]

[looks as if being held by some one. Well she was being held by someone sora. Eyes shut. Feeling alone all of the sudden she opens her eyes.]

S-sora?

[looking around]

Where are you??

more importantly Where am I!?

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[genocidally.livejournal.com]

The clone is gone.

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[lonvingly.livejournal.com]

 [a soft crying came from one of the kitchens. It was kiari crying. She held a photo graph of her, riku and sora. Sora's arms was around her waste and she looked so happy. Unlike now. She missed her friends so much she couldn't find them anywhere. Their was no way to tell which Sora was her Sora or which Riku was her Riku. She sighed sadly. She looked burned and in pain.]

Oh..sora...

[she held the photo with care]

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[gotowardslight.livejournal.com]

Looks like Kairi showed up after all. About time, too. Between Econtra and this place, it's been too long.

[and here he gives a faint chuckle]

Also, Kairi...I think I saw Sora here. Crazy, I know, but it's just too suspicious. Seemed surprised to be 'alive', and even remembered the Dark Keyblade... Now I just have to figure out if he thought Maleficent was his "friend".

And as for everyone else... if any of you guys need a way to defend yourselves, I've still got some swords and shields left over.

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[fatefulgamble.livejournal.com]

[walks out from a hallway, cigarette between his fingers]

Been exploring this place for a while now, it's quite conundrum, to say the least...

[takes a drag on the cigarette] Glad all of the commotion is coming to a close...

Who's up for a game of cards?

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[drawingly.livejournal.com]

[she's been having a bad week, what with getting almost killed twice and having her friend fade. now she's just... sitting there, projecting her still-flickering image. all cried out, but it's gonna be a while until she's happy again.]

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[battleblossom.livejournal.com]

[looks awfully nervous, but makes herself stand there, back straight, standing in the most crowded room]

Since....since the person who hurt the other 'blades got ah....taken care of, shouldn't we have a meeting of our own?

[her voice fades a bit at the end, so very, very nervous]

And I mean everyone, not...not what happened earlier. It wasn't fair that only we decided what happened to people, even if it was to prove a point. There were good intentions, but we were just as selfish as the people we were trying to teach a lesson to.

[and here, she looks even more worried, biting her lip]

And...and I want a reason, a real reason why Soul Eater couldn't come, because he's just as much a 'blade as I am!  A-and I'm really sorry, Soul Eater...

So...so I think we should all have a meeting. Or...or something. Maybe elect representatives. Or...

I just don't want this happening again!

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[firewaterbird.livejournal.com]

[this Axel sure reads a lot. he's got another book and is lying leisurely on a couch. due to his now lack of a shirt, two brands are visible- burned around his right arm is 'VIII' and there's another symbol on his chest]

i dreamed i was dying as i so often do

[foralostcause.livejournal.com]

[Axel's still in his room, on his bed. His coat and shirt were on the floor, the room was starting to feel stuffy and uncomfortable. He'd been up a few times, obvious enough by the cans of soda on the bedside table next to him that hadn't been there when Roxas had dragged him back here, half-awake and half-alive. The 'power outage' had thrown him a little, he'd felt a little vulnerable, but he knew right away when it was back. That familiar warmth was at his fingertips, he could light a flame in his hand at will again. He had the energy to do it, too, now that he'd gotten some rest.

He was sitting up, the scars on his arms and chest earlier had nearly disappeared now with his second or third X-Potion, but it wasn't really all that easy to tell. His knees were drawn up close to his chest and an arm wrapped around them. The other was resting across his knees, and he was snapping his fingers.

snap. A small flame flickered to life at his fingertips, burned the miniscule amount of energy he was willing to put towards it, and died out within a few seconds. snap. The same thing happened again.

He watched it with grim fascination each time.]

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[exposable.livejournal.com]

I'm bored.

Anyone wanna play twenty questions? I kinda need new friends anyways, since mine are all back home.

[there he is again, straddling a chair.]

i used to rule the world.

[dedarkfully.livejournal.com]

[perched like a prince on precariously stacked boxes. probably not the best place to lounge. still, he fearlessly lays there while examining his cuticles.]

When is this place going to stop sucking? I mean honestly...

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[fadingly.livejournal.com]

 [sighing thinking about the Roxas she met today.]

I wonder if that really was him....

he knew what I was talking about....

I sure hope it was him..-my- roxas.

[looks at my photograph]

[ooc: i am talking about forgetxyouxnot ]

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[gentlest-heart.livejournal.com]

--Oh Selphie! Shhh. He'll hear you.

[hand cupped around her mouth as she whispered to her boisterous friend- they were late to chem and the other girl was speaking her distaste of the subject non-too-quietly. arm stretched out she pushed the chem door open and nearly dropped her schoolbag.

nearly.

that smile did not fade, a hand on her hip as she observed her current predicament.

there was something vaguely familiar about the situation- but she couldn't put her finger on it. but hey- no use in fretting, right?

fingers twined together as she stretched her arms out]

It's not the chem lab... but I'll take it.

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[omnomsouls.livejournal.com]

(Soul Eater is not happy, and in Soul Eater form. he just found out that Kingdom is dying, and that there was a meeting for weapons about this. a meeting he was left out of. he thinks he should have expected such distrust, but at the same time, that he should've had a chance to voice his opinions)

where the light will take them;

[achromaticly.livejournal.com]

[his black eye is moving around of its own accord, but he seems not to notice. He kicks his legs idly, swinging them off a chair way too big for such a small child]

Two little princesses dancing in a row
Spinning fast and freely on their little toes
Where the night will take you
There's only one way to know
Two little princesses dancing in a row

M'bored.