some stagger and fall

[roxasreplica.livejournal.com]

[the replica called Roxas has been gone for a few days, but for how many he is unsure. he actually returned yesterday after his death, luckily waking up in his own bed. proving that someone or rather, perhaps, something had a strange sense of humor, he had found an eye patch on the bedside table. this he wore over the still empty socket of his right eye,

he hasn't slept that well since his return, which should be clear from the dark circle under his left eye, he hasn't left his room nor eaten, and it was hunger and caffeine addiction that finally forced him out.

he's now walking back from the kitchen to his and Richard's room with a cup of coffee in one hand and a plate of sandwiches in his other, trying to hurry and be careful simultaneously. he didn't want to spill and he definitely didn't want to run into anyone he knew.]


[ooc: gone again here~]

extremes.

[fatal-nymph.livejournal.com]

— thought that was all supposed to change.

[ the voice slips in through an ajar door, drawing nearer along with footsteps. It's feminine, yet laced with the sound of razors slashing against each other, only accented by annoyance. The door opens, allowing a Larxene to step through. An ordinary sight. A Special sight. This one moves with an inhuman, jerky grace like someone from a video sped up too fast. The familiar blue eyes seem sharper somehow, like that of a hunting wolf. But her most prominent feature is the tattoo running down her left cheek around to the back of her neck, the black lines stark and pulsating against her pale skin, swirling and spinning with a seeming life and rhythm of their own. ]

It better not interfere with anything, or else we might just have to do something about that bubbleh—

[ the silence hangs knifelike in the air, Larxene's tattoo moving faster as she takes in her new surroundings. She snaps her gaze behind her, at the open door that shows not a long, sterile white hallway, but a simple closet. ]

Bogus.

( ooc; have an Uglies-verse!Larxene. )

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[swapped.livejournal.com]

[a door bursts open and Roxas falls through it, landing on his back, head slamming against the ground with a bounce. he's grinning, despite the blood pouring out of a stab wound in his side.]

[ooc: went home, now he's back for round two.]

but you can't afford to stop;

[sunsettingly.livejournal.com]

[Looks like the simulation room's in use today, for the purpose of combat practice. He needs to get back into the swing of fighting, not to mention another motive. It's all causing him to work harder and harder, pushing himself possibly too far- he looks pretty wiped, but he's still slashing away at neoshadow after neoshadow.]

little stars going out

[little-clone.livejournal.com]

[there's a child, no more than ten, standing with his back to the wall. he's dressed in a plain white shirt and shorts, looking rather like he stepped out of a hospital or, perhaps, a laboratory. he's not making a sound, and his face is more or less blank, save for just a hint of something like curiosity.]


(ooc: Info in profile~.)

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[puregatory.livejournal.com]

[a new Kairi steps right through a door, tilting her head in confusion. what makes her different from other Kairis? her eyes have different colours.]

I'm pretty sure the Ministry didn't look like this yesterday.

(ooc: info in profile, kind of~ )

running.

[obeyingly.livejournal.com]

[with his knees over the couch's armrest and a stack of pillows keeping him bent so he can see the book in his lap, he's chewing on the end of a quill. and doing the... le olde crossword puzzle?]

Four down, the winner of the Peloponnesian war...