leading him on and on.

[mercenariness.livejournal.com]

[well, this Larxene's definitely new. she's been here for a little while, though, just observing. someone might notice the holsters strapped to her belt, one with a gun and the other with a taser.]

Well, well, well...

[ooc; sup gaiz. have the Larxene from f_iery's verse. c:]

enter, stage left.

[conceitedingly.livejournal.com]

[ A female Marluxia portals into the DR. If anyone had an eye to notice such things, her abdomen is...just a little plump: she's three months pregnant and currently has no clue about her condition. Oh, by the way? She looks all too unfazed for a Nobody who's just landed somewhere other than her desired destination. She -- or actually, he -- has been through so much the past few weeks that he'll blink his pretty little eyes at nothing. Or so he thinks, anyway. ]

Well, then. Either I've blinked and the world has undergone yet another transformation, or someone possessing a high degree of aptitude for the arts and too much free time has done us all a favor by creating a new shelter. The second option is begging to be the truth, really. Would anyone like to own up to it? Let's not be humble, now.

[ ooc; Infos. ]

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[readyaim.livejournal.com]

[He had been yelling at someone, not two minutes ago, but then he realizes he's in a room full of carefully tended Barbies, and not his small, dark office in Madrid. Something is definitely wrong, and it's not just all the plastic.

But he's not one to make a scene, so he just starts to inspect the dolls. How much time does he have?]