ocean breezes;

[cellblocked.livejournal.com]

[looking kind of longingly at the pool. He's got swim trunks on, but a shirt on. Glancing around to make sure no one is looking, he slips the shirt off, slipping into the eater before he feels too exposed.]

S-s'nice.

goodbye olive sky;

[everlyafter.livejournal.com]

[is... totally passed out on a couch, in a tank top and shorts. But she's shivering slightly seeing as there are no blankets in sight. A half eaten bag of popcorn and a magazine are lying on the floor]

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[caredfor.livejournal.com]

[lying passed out and naked in the middle of the floor]

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[mybestinterest.livejournal.com]

[coughs violently, clutching at his chest as he staggers toward a bathroom. he's pale and visibly sweating, and when he finally makes it to a toilet, he vomits what must be the entire contents of his stomach, and then some]

F-fuck....


[ooc: k-kinda back-dated for his RP canon but I don't care :| ]

welcome to the office of...

[sincerelee.livejournal.com]

[there's a busybody running around. A Roxas who is very much female, holding papers in her teeth and hand, a coffee in the other. She looks like this, weird restraint system and all. She's busily hurrying around, not paying attention to the settings until she sees another of herself running by. This promptly makes her drop the papers in her mouth]

M-Mr. Grey...?

[ooc; because I love girl!Roxae and just watched the Secretary. This is a Roxas based off the movie. And i would very much appreciate someone playing her boss because I need me some hetero]

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[whatisshame.livejournal.com]

If you want something done well, you have to do it yourself.

Don't worry about the laundry, Roxas, I can handle that myself.

I get better service at the dry cleaners down the street.

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[unmasking.livejournal.com]

Things seem to be rather strange lately. I ran into a weapon that had apparently been attacked, and then a fellow whose limbs had been detached. He...left once I got them back on, so I couldn't inquire further.

And long as he's well, that's what matters.

[sets aside something he was tinkering with, picking up a book]

Riddle, I found a book you may like. It seems like a good one, if you'd still like to try reading with me.


[ooc: Adult content, again]

she'll eat you alive

[lightning-larx.livejournal.com]

[People have to be getting potions somewhere, and Larxene is determined to find out. Especially after that narrow escape.

... It would have been much less narrow if she'd just gotten over herself and out of there earlier, but yeah.

She goes slowly down the hall, clutching at a wound above her navel. she has burns all over, but they're mainly minor, not bothering her nearly as much as the cut.

If anyone happens to be listening, she's muttering obscenities to herself about a certain redhead.]

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[promateria.livejournal.com]

I could have used a warning.

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[o-lethros.livejournal.com]

[Despite it being the most frequented location, the lighting within his chosen spot was just perfect for a good bout of artistic expression. Sure, there was the off-chance of getting a little dirt in his paint, but that only added to the honesty of art. What was the experience of creation but picking up and dragging along the raw materials from that moment, and supplying it, wanted or no, to the finished product. Grass and dirt included.

So this specific someone is whittling away hi time in the barren garden, which looked more and more like a jungle-forest each day. Someone might want to so a little trimming-

Or sculptural hedging. Or- Drat, now he's gotten ideas. Maybe later....after the painting.]

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[cagedmemories.livejournal.com]

[this Naminé's wearing jeans and a too-big black shirt, now - and since she's gotten her sketchbook back, she's back to drawing quietly, happier things than before.]

[ooc: someone amuse me before I start pulling stuff from myths about Selene. please. lolwut "Selene is known for her countless love affairs"]

curiosity killed the ceilingcataxel

[pyromancing.livejournal.com]

So, I gotta ask...

After that party I threw, who hooked up with who?

And how many of you are straight?

Any robot versions of me, or aliens or nagas I should know about or anything? I mean, I can't really judge you. Just wanna keep track for my own purposes.

hittin' the gym

[beyondthedawn.livejournal.com]

[this riku is currently workin' his abs in a weight room, jogging in place, punching bag, big weights, you know. keeping in shape. he switches to push-ups. and yes, he ditched his shirt a while ago.]

Twenty one...

Twenty two...

bang, bang, my baby shot me down.

[blueterror.livejournal.com]

[BANG. reload. BANG. someone is firing off a gun. with each bullet, the sound of shattering glass is heard. leaning against a wall in some empty room is a Sora, one of his pistols held at attention. squeezing the trigger, he shoots at a window and causes the glass to shatter and fall. by the time he relaxes his arm, the window has already repaired itself. it's good for target practice. reload. BANG.]

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[wholenineyards.livejournal.com]

[he has his head turned and is speaking over his shoulder as he enters through one of the dressing room's many doors, much more occupied with what's behind him than where he's going at the moment]

Sure thing, Boss. I'll get right on that.

[it's only after he closes the door and looks up does he realize this isn't his intended destination. a quick about-face and the door's open again, only now it leads to what is obviously a linen closet]

Aw, hell.

[ooc: Demyx from blueterror 's 'verse, hello there]

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[roliepolie-olie.livejournal.com]

[he's looking around all confused. yes, this is exactly who you think it is.]

How come everyone's all weird-shaped?

[ooc: YOU'RE ALL HORRIBLE ENABLERS AND I WILL GET YOU FOR THIS ONE DAY]

.....Your Love Is Mine For The Taking...

[bloodiedsun.livejournal.com]

[At two hours past noon Axel finally stirs, groggily wiping at the corners of his eyes with an exceptional yawn. As consciousness seeps in, he recalls last-night and then begins feeling around beside him. Empty. A few blinks and the next possible place finds itself under his scrutiny. Nope, not on the floor. And then he deadpans.]

..Real cute, Demyx. See if that happens again, if you're gonna sneak off without telling me.

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[regularslackoff.livejournal.com]

[Axel stumbles through a door, not dressed like the norm. and with a bottle of beer in one hand, he's obviously a little out of it.]

Hey, you guys seen a cat? [cat? what missing cat? he's sitting around with one in his lap, now.]

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[smallestflame.livejournal.com]

[So... father's day was ages ago, and he didn't even know what was so damn special about it. he asked around, got the general idea of it... and found it was pretty darn stupid. he didn't have a papa- the old man who created him didn't count.

but the more he thought of it... the more he realized and finally decided... that maybe he could make somethin' for someone who treated him nice and who he maybe would've loved like a papa if he had a heart.

with that in mind he spent a ridiculous amount of time on making a HUGE card (almost the same size as him) and...

o-oh my. Little Axel was covered form head to toe with paint, glue, buttons and glitter.

So was his card.

Stomping around he was looking for someone]

Hmmm.

[ooc: l-lol. very late father's day gift for Saix. lD lunalunasai]

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[caredfor.livejournal.com]

[coloring in a corner in nothing but a pair of shorts. his left hand has been chewed raw.

he seems partial to the red crayon]

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[unwillingminion.livejournal.com]

[Meg's just been laying low through all of this weapon crap, but hey, a girl's gotta eat, right? so she's in the kitchens, scrounging up familiar foods. for her at least. om noming on a pita, she just leans against a counter.]

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[seasidesky.livejournal.com]

So... I've been thinking about this and I haven't come up with an answer yet... So maybe you guys can help me!

What is a faggot?

{ ooc; because a previous Axel once called him one and this was too good to pass up. }

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[singsforhartz.livejournal.com]

You're not allowed to be loud
At the library
At the art museum
Or at a play
But when you and your partner
Are doing the nasty
Don't behave like you're
At the ballet!
Cause you can be as loud as
The hell you want
When you're making love

Making sweet, sweet love

You can be as loud as
The hell you want
When you're making love


Loud as the hell!
Loud as the hell you want!


Don't let the neighbors
Stop you from havin' fun,
They'll have peace and quiet
When you're good and done.

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[prekey.livejournal.com]

Riku sure likes that darkness thing. What's up with that? You can't see in the dark and all it gives you are stubbed toes and mosquito bites!

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[minimemory.livejournal.com]

[there's a very little girl on the floor of the dressing room, scribbling away at a drawing. she looks pretty into it.]

[ooc: she's sevennn. PLAY NICE.]

feeding on the need for you to know me.

[sixfold.livejournal.com]

[seated on a couch, staring attentively at the large, expensive-looking laptop on his knees. his ears are covered by a pair of over-ear headphones that seal out all the sounds of the dressing room. it looks like he hasn't noticed the change in his surroundings yet.]

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[gotowardslight.livejournal.com]

Black and white... not what I expected, but it's better than the weapon ban. Place looks a bit too much like an old cartoon, but otherwise I can't say I'm complaining.

Anyway, Sora, Kairi, I figure we might as well meet up and discuss a few things. It's been a while since we've all been together, and it's not like we had much time for small talk with Ansem and Maleficent around. You guys up for it?

the birthday massacre

[bday-massacre.livejournal.com]

(a Namine appears. she's 15, and would look pretty normal-scratch that, she is not normal looking.
she looks like a victim of a brutal murder, with various wounds she should be dead from. the ones the stand out the most are the missing eye, skin missing from her left arm, and the fact her hair and white dress are stained in several spots blood red.
she is a mess. she should be dead. (actually, she is)
but, uh, she's acting pretty normally)

So, Roxas, how ar-

(woah. this is not Roxas's street)

((This Namine is based off of the fanfiction The Birthday Massacre. Basically she was killed, and is trying to get Roxas to figure out who did it.
Roxas is highly apathetic in her universe, so she's also trying to get him to use his emotions, which he has been blocking out. That's it. :D))

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[mirage-arcana.livejournal.com]

[mirage is currently in her human form, though I suppose due to the last post she is now black and white and chibi.
For the record, she looks like a female Zexion, though she wears a simple blue shirt and loose pants rather than a uniform, and generally wears a pair of round glasses.]

Hmm. This is... irritating.

Anyway, regardless of events around, I am still curious, and my Master has inquired as to the matter as well.

Point the first:

-How many Weapons are there? My apologies if the question has already been answered.
-How many Lexicons, specifically?
-Which ones of you have wielders, and which do not?

*edit*

Thus far, we have:
WIELDED
-drawingly Miss Selene; a sketchpad
-mirage_arcana myself, Mirage; a Lexicon
-lolspells Spellbinder; a Keyblade
-destined_twins Oblivion and Oathkeeper; two Keyblades
-battleblossom Cookie; a keyblade (unique case; unwielded but can be "called" by anyone who needs her aid)
-imakeygoodsir Ultima; a Keyblade
-darkenly, a Dark Keyblade

UNWIELDED
-omnomsouls Souleater; no Wielder
-infinitehpbars, Golden Key
-busteramove whom I shall call Buster; a buster sword
-lionkey Lionkey; a Keyblade

For the record...

[unwaking-waters.livejournal.com]

For the record? I am not Zexion.

...

^____^

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[pwningdarkness.livejournal.com]

[what's this? A replica in an Organization cloak? Yep, you are not mistaken. Here he is, leaning against a wall]

Pf. Wonder if this place is supposed to be one of DiZ's experiments gone wrong. Sora lookalikes everywhere, more replicas, and even copies of Namine? Yeah... that's overdoing it just a little.

Whatever. A world's a world... might as well take care of the usual.

[and with a groan, he summons his own Keyblade]

[ooc: Long story short? This is a replica. He is from gotowardslight's 'verse. Info is on profile. Journal is recycled.]

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[momine.livejournal.com]

There are too many kids here who just... seem to need to be cared for.

Would anyone like me to read them a story? I've made cookies.

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[princeofmp.livejournal.com]

[ uninhibited, Bambi frolics through the dressing room on his way to the garden area. he likes to venture outside the garden to look at all the people, and he always returns to his thicket when he's done. ]

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[noonebiteslike.livejournal.com]

[STOMP STOMP STOMP!]

Lefou!

Where is that sniveling little--

[hay--- wait a minute]

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[chocobi.livejournal.com]

Wark!

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[hisnextchapter.livejournal.com]

No Hades? I think I like it here.

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[lostmyminddd.livejournal.com]

You know, I always thought that Jim-Him-Tim-Flim-Flam-Jimmy-boy lived in something bigger than this and--

HOOOOLY COW, SORA IS THAT YOU?! Oh buddy ol' pal, Jimmy-bob and I missed you! Not that Jim will admit it, you know, being the tough, macho I AM A QUIET LONER type of guy he is and

OH SORA, I HAVE MISSED YOU SO!

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[owlsinurdr.livejournal.com]

[perched on a chair in the middle of the dressing room.]

This reminds me of something that happened to my uncle's great-grand-father once- distinguished fellow, name of Alfred... Well, one day he flew so far he ended up in a place like this!

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[pretendingly.livejournal.com]

Well this is new.

[His full bio is in the profile, but he's the highly memory-raped Roxas from gotowardslight's canon.]

.....Why won't you die? Then your body will be mine......

[pointe-dulac.livejournal.com]

[Have a Louis!Roxas via the Vampire-Chronicles, drenched from head-to-toe as though he's stepped out of the eye of a hurricane...into the dressingroom. His clothing may be modern, but the long shock of hair he wears and those genteel mannerisms which emit about him are most definitely not.]

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[blck-drgn-rdr.livejournal.com]

[Roxas has both Oblivion and Oathkeeper in his hands, a bass pounding beat starts to play through the speakers, and he waits.]


I hold on so nervously
To me and my drink
I wish it was cooling me
But so far has not been good
It’s been shitty
And I feel awkward as I should
This club has got to be
The most pretentious thing
Since I thought you and me
Well I am imagining
A dark lit place
Or your place or my place

[When the song starts, he starts to move. He seems to be dancing with his blades, doing complex maneuvers, and fighting with an imaginary enemy, all in tune to the music. It's fast paced, but his movenments are fluid and in tune to the song.]

Well I’m not paralyzed
But I seem to be struck by you
I wanna make you move
Because you’re just standing still
If your body matches
What your eyes can do
You’ll probably move right through
Me on my way to you, me on my way to you

[The door's open, feel free to watch. After all, it's not often you get to see a Roxas strut his stuff.]

civilian by day, mystery by night.

[thievingly.livejournal.com]

[he's traded in that silver latex suit for a comfortably loose teeshirt and slim jeans. the fridge door is swung wide open, and he's bent over with hands on his knees to look for some kind of beverage.]