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[thunderistic.livejournal.com]

[a corridor opens in the middle of a hallway and a Larxene steps out. now, this is not quite a normal Larxene; while she's dressed in a black cloak, it's not the Organization's standard garb, and the clothing underneath looks rather... fancy, as though she's just come from a very upscale neighbourhood several centuries in the past. she's got a leather bag slung over her shoulder, but nothing gives away its contents. she doesn't look entirely pleased about being here.]

I know someone is responsible for this. When I find them...

[there might be a few sparks.]

(ooc: Time for silly girls who have been up since 1am to go nap for a bit. I'll respond to tags in a few hours.)

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[yuna-arrow.livejournal.com]

[Woah. What's that Yuna doing there... with a bow and arrows? That dress sphere definetely isn't normal. She looks like she's going to fire it but.]

...Where'd that fiend go? Rikku? Paine? ...What's going on?

(ooc: *Blames you entirley. You know who you are* Basically FFX-2 canon but a new dress sphere. That is all.)

we'll sing hallelujah.

[roseofgrey.livejournal.com]

[he's got two puppets, one for each hand. and one is brown, one is white. and they are decorated, to be like an Ansem and a Riku. and he's... making them talk?]

Ohohoho, you're forever tied to the darkness!

What? --why, how?

I was an evil pedophile and shoved darkness into your heart! Now you will forever be the Atrox's Prince of the Dark!

No-o!

[Rikupuppet mauls Ansempuppet. ... someone's trying to get over his issues.]

Reborn...From the Darkness!

[darknessansem.livejournal.com]

[a jolt of white light appears before me. I wake up, in this...strange place. I hear people. People whose voiced aren't familiar...I smile. A new world means a new challange]

-is there anyone here?

it's what you get;

[itsatriumph.livejournal.com]

[and this one is lounging on the couch, just zoning off in space as she kicks her legs listlessly in the air.]

I wish I had my DS, man....
Better than sitting around doing nothing.
[a sigh]

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[sorabug.livejournal.com]

[it's a quiet evening down a mostly occupied hallway, for the most part. a certain doorway is open, and there's sounds of someone crying within.]

bored, don't talk to me;

[everlyafter.livejournal.com]

[ahhhh cigarettes. Her one true love. Well, other than the guitar/her sister/etc. You get the point. There's the trusty guitar next to her but she doesn't feel like playing it on her break]