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[hellsingagent.livejournal.com]

[for once, she seems to be in an oddly good mood, flitting through the library in search of an interesting book or two to read. there's a mangled piece of metal on one of the tables, covered in... what looks like bite marks. it doesn't seem terribly important though, as she's leaving it behind to search deeper amongst the shelves.]

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[earsihasthem.livejournal.com]

[he's got a picture and now he's trying to fold it and put it in an envelope he found.]

It won't stay!

[today is his weapon's birthday?]

[ooc; Zoe made me do it.]

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[sorabug.livejournal.com]

[idle hands only lead to trouble with this little one: he's seated cross-legged in the corner, eyes fixed straight ahead and his tongue poking out in concentration.]

[all that concentrating is going towards the scissors in his hand, and with every snip snip, a lock of brown hair plops to the floor.]

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[gofitmemorithed.livejournal.com]

[stumbles through a door - this Axel's got some dental headgear.]

ROXATH! ROXATH, YOU CANF TURN YOUR BACK ON THE ORGANITHAYSHUN-

...They'll desfroy you?

tthp- Where am I?

Tthp... Uh, hey guyths, I'm Athul. And that's A-X-E-L, thhfp, goth it memorithed? [frowny face]

You thfeen a fort blond kid runnin' around? Ff.

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[subvariate.livejournal.com]

[Since Leon is not very good at making friends, he has decided to devote his time spent here in wherever here is learning to do things that he never would have done in his own world. If you were looking for him, you might catch him doing something really embarrassing! or maybe not, ya never know.]

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[zackyoucard.livejournal.com]

[Here, have some Shinra SOLDIER!Aeris. She's looking around at the sea of silver, brunette, and blond clones. She starts laughing after a few moments of silence and confusion.]

This has got to be one of the craziest dreams I've had in a while. Note to self: to take away Zack's Seal Materia when I piss him off...

[...Please bare with me, this is my first dressing character.]

all i need is you.

[interrogatingly.livejournal.com]

[he's in the kitchen, a bowl of what appears to be pancake batter in front of him. flour dusts his hair and cheeks, egg yolk splattered here and there on the apron he'd fished out of a drawer. frankly, the counter looked like more of a massacre than the fixing of breakfast]

Now where's the chocolate chips...?

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[spacetocrawlin.livejournal.com]

[and through a door, slightly stooped as if he were just about to squeeze into a small room, is another DiZ not that there are many around here. he stands upright upon noticing this isn't where he meant to be.]

This is not the crawl space! Nor does it appear to be any part of the castle at all!

Not that I was...hiding in the crawl space. I would never.

[ooc; alright. OrgLIX!DiZ, at your service. let's see how this turns out.]

Mama, just killed a man

[twilightavarice.livejournal.com]

[He's been sitting in the same corner for a long time now, head in his arms. Upon closer inspection, one might see the dried blood all over his hands. Accidents happen like that.

He's also muttering to himself, though what about is anyone's guess.]