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[islandbrat.livejournal.com]

Selphie! I told you not to run ahead without me!

[he darts into a doorway without even hesitating, but what lies on the other side definitely isn't the arcade.]

... whoa. Guys?

{ooc; first time rping him publicly. i hope i do well;; but i think this place needs more island kiddies. a-and according to the tag, i'm the first kid tidus! woo \o/}

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[lightningshards.livejournal.com]

[suddenly, a Larxene. Who's splattered in the Nobody equivalent of blood. And holding what seems to be...a roughly severed Axel's head by the hair. And laughing.]

Alas, poor Yorick! I knew him, Horatio! A fellow of infinite jest, of most excellent fancy!

[tosses the head aside, scattering black droplets everywhere. After she watches it all dissipate into darkness, then realization about where she is kicks in.]

Oh, I thought I'd seen the last of this place~. [tsks, but then brightens again.]

But I'm sure my lord will appreciate a break.

(OOC: o-oh hai guyz. remember her?)

number one thousand

[aneidolon.livejournal.com]

[ the air in the dressing room has suddenly gone very chill, like walking through the door into an icebox. every so often a table rattles, or a couch pillow gets rearranged. a book is picked up, flipped through for a few seconds, and then discarded. ]

[ he doesn't mean to create the air of unease and dread around him -- he's simply lost his bearings, traveling from one plane of existence to the next, bumping into this and that. ]

What's this? What's this?

[clockworkboytoy.livejournal.com]

[This little Replica has found the beach! After training for a bit and cautiously wading into the water, it has kicked off its shoes, rolled up its pant legs, and is now seated on the sand and building a castle, sort of the way a normal kid might do.

... except that it's trying to make Castle Oblivion and failing spectacularly.]

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[lost-myfooting.livejournal.com]

[have a Sora rolling crookedly down the halls, leaving a trail of blood as he goes, hitting a wall sometimes when he doesn't direct his wheels right, and falling out of his chair with a painful thud and soft crack, bleeding there. C-can't speak, so he'll just bleed here, trying to crawl to where people are, and hope that someone finds him.]

[ooc; lol Larx got him.]

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[kingofdapride.livejournal.com]

[if one were to venture into the library they would find books scattered, at least one of the couches scratched up, and the general area in disarray. It seems that Simba's been exploring, and, as he's not used to man-made objects, he's been using them as, well...target practice. Currently he's hiding behind one of the couches, crouched down as if stalking prey. Better be careful. He does have claws.]

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[upfrontly.livejournal.com]

(what's this? a new Kairi? this one's younger than most, and holding the Kingdom Key, along with some familiar-looking cards. she turns around, yelling back to some people who aren't there anymore:)

Donald, Goofy, come on, We've gotta save Rox-

(...this isn't Castle Oblivion)

and it wears me out

[lostmycause.livejournal.com]

[Axel's stumbling back to his room covered in blood, shredded coat doing little anymore to hide the myriad of scars on his chest, some of them from very freshly healed lance-wounds, which are still rather red, though it's difficult to discern with the blood smeared across his skin. There's also still some blood on his face from what was a broken nose, now also healed, and some matted in his hair from a slice he'd taken to the head from one of those spears. He's alive, at least, but exhausted, disoriented, and honestly a little shaken. Getting skewered through usually had that effect on someone, though.

So he's just going to stagger into his room and collapse haphazardly on his bed, tossing his mangled coat uselessly to the floor.]

(ooc: Slow, late, lazy, whatever. Shut up, I've been busy. Aftermath of his fight with Xaldin.)

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[mouselikeyoda.livejournal.com]

[it's been a while since Mickey has surfaced, but since he's arrived he's tossed aside the cloak he had been wearing and is currently in one of the smaller rooms, deep in thought. It's pretty obvious to him that there is a fair percentage of sentient heartless, only a few of which are Xehanort's... that in itself has him concerned. The presence of the Organization in s many forms is another]

Somethin' has to be done about this before anyone else loses their hearts...

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[oleanderthorns.livejournal.com]

*there appears to be a sculpture made of forks jutting out from the table. there was an amazing amount of forks in this place, really, and they were fairly flexible and a bored Riku had decided to do something mildly creative with them.

though it's clear he got bored with that idea, too, and it's now a lopsided, one-legged man with discarded streamers for hair* ... *flicks the poor twisted thing over, leans back in the chair and swings his feet onto the tabletop*

... *he's lost his sketchbook, give the guy a break.*

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[hearts-haunted.livejournal.com]

[has one earbud in, just kind of shuffling around kitchen, for some reason he's holding a carving knife while searching the refrigerator] So... I've been wondering.

My family's sorta... Catholic. Has anyone ever thought- Like- Do you think... [pauses and sorts out his words]

Do you think this is Limbo? [straightens up, holding a pumpkin, drops it on the table behind him and stabs the knife into the top of it, looks up for a response from anyone who would understand, really]