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[ixero.livejournal.com]

[yeah, he's been a musical little fag for a while now, just sort of kicking his feet out in lieu to the slow lull of the music in his headphones, his eyes not really focused on anything but the endless floor underneath him, arms spread out. if it wasn't for the fact that he was older than some of the Roxases around, he'd be better off being called a child.]

Days went by
We waited and I guess we're getting older~

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[shoreliner.livejournal.com]

[guess who's out and about for once? and he's ... fishing, such as it is. he's got a pole, and a line, bumming around by a little pond and hoping for the best.]

Could hide a Samurai in his pants-

[todomarishi]

[Don’t mind the sea of MP bubbles strewn across the hallway: Terra’s found himself a few new training partners. What he considers training, though, others might see as a wide-scale slaughtering of Samurai Nobodies.

He’s currently facing off against one of them and both opponents are locked in Dual Stance, weapons at the ready. He waits and waits and- snap, lunges. Keyblade meets Nobody and then there’s a few more bubbles falling to the floor. Sooner or later, he’s going to get bored with this exercise... but for now he's leaning back against a wall, just waiting for another silvery creature to appear.]

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[beastsclaw.livejournal.com]

[ there is little rage left in him. it has filled up the cracks of the walls and taken over the space between shards of glass and splinters of wood in the room. though it surrounds him, the Beast has little anger left in him. he's been left alone to his anger and hopelessness. ]

Belle...

just scrap data

[duskbreak.livejournal.com]

[an oddly dressed Roxas flickers into existence in the room, translucent and floating several inches above the floor]

Sora, I don't think those keywords were-

[flickers again, looking down at his hands, and his eyes go wide]

This...this isn't right. Did something happen to...

[his voice crackles and fades, form still flicking like a light dying out]



[ooc: my wifey's an enabler, and details in his userinfo. as he's data, feel free to throw robots at him for the random]

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[paintedmelody.livejournal.com]

[there's a worried-looking Sora standing before the Sun God's altar, a broken necklace--made of sunstone--held loosely in his hand. he kneels, and places it on the shrine, frowning hard at the arrangement of broken gifts, and places his hands together in silent prayer.]

[looks like you just missed him. there used to be a Sora there, but now there's just a little gem-looking stone, in the shape of a sun, painted with the utmost care, in his place.]

no one's gonna take me alive.

[selfishprick.livejournal.com]

[after stumbling across Saïx's body, he was limping around in a daze. something deep inside him -- pride, perhaps -- had prevented him from pouring a potion into the gaping wounds Saïx's claws had left behind on his left hip. he'd made his way to the kitchen, where he acquired a large knife of the most sharp persuasion. left leg dragging a little, he made his way back to the living room where he'd found his lover. darkness was still leaking from him, causing him to fade. but he wasn't entirely gone yet, blue hair splayed across his peaceful face.

in true Shakespeare fashion, he brushed a kiss over Saïx's cold cheek, whispering three little words to deaf ears. then he takes the knife, closing his eyes as he pulled his arms back. plunging the blade into his chest, his eyes shoot open. the pain is sharp and immediate, crimson starting to flood down his shirt as he twists the knife.

Axel crumpled to the floor, the light fading from his eyes as his life pours out of the wound.

I love you...]

[ooc; temporary~ if you wanna bring him back, go barter with a god.]

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[amnesiatically.livejournal.com]

[okay, this time he's deciding to be less of a lazyass with his endless amount of time here, so with legs cross and his back end planted firmly on the bed, he struggles to reach a painful amount of crunches to build up his muscles like a certain someone mentioned he lacked.]

based on your smile, i'm betting all of this might be over soon

[seasides]

[there's a small trail of blood leading down a hallway and into a bathroom with a half-closed door. he's leaning against the counter and trying to clean himself up, but it's kind of hard to do when his hands are shaking from the blood loss. his shirt's on the floor; it's stained with blood, but he doesn't care. it's not wearable anymore anyways, what with the way it's shredded.]

F-Fuck...

[this would be so much easier if the sluggish bleeding would stop, but he's pretty sure they're not going to, what with all his wounds being lined with a poisonous black. he should've known better than to pick a fight with his Gemini, but the bastard was just doing too much. eventually he just stops trying and stumbles away from the sink, falling to his knees by the bathtub and slumping over, pressing his forehead to the cool porcelain.]

'm an idiot...

[he almost wished the bleeding would speed up. he could handle bleeding to death again, but he'd rather it happen quicker. his expression is almost... well, not peaceful. but accepting.]


(ooc: Don't worry, it's not another DEEEEEEEAAAAAATH. I've been planning this for a little while. :|)

Oh shi-

[magicvalentine.livejournal.com]

 "Chaos Magic Bla----"

 Suddenly the battlefield was gone and replaced with a castle. He was almost off balance, balancing somehow on the tip of his toes while balancing a writhing, angry ball of energy on his palm. The others were missing - though Vincent was certain that Reno had got it in the split second that it took from going from there to here.

  Now, before you ask - it's a costume. A magical, gender changing costume - but a costume none the less. Most superheroes kept their powers in some special item, a ring or something of the sort - the WEAPON SOLDIERs had magical schoolgirl uniforms.

 ". . . I don't like the looks of this," for a minute, he - or she, depending on whether you were going by mentaility or body - wondered if this was another crazy dream. And her mysterious Prince... Princess? would show up and the crystals would merge and blah dee blah...

And then she saw the multitude of Soa's and Roxas' - damn dogs - in their human form wandering about, and her jaw tightened marginally - eyes narrowing and the magical Chaos wand was drawn. Professor Hojo wasn't getting the jump on them this time - no matter how much Nero wanted to befrend his son.

{{ yes, that's right - SAILOR MOON VINCENT! 8D }