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[prodigykey.livejournal.com]

[back in his world there were various simulations around him of little curious heart stealing black creatures.

all this place has to offer a short little Sora with a key is, well, a lamp, so the loud crash of porcelain and glass at the collision is probably no surprise when he's flying at it with such force. when the dust clears though, seeing as how there's also a huge slash in the wall now, he pulls his bottom lip between his teeth and tugs his key to his chest.]

Ah, crap ...

(ooc: info is on profile.)

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[agrabah-weapon.livejournal.com]

[So Kurt spent the duration of that last spell very happily exploring his new abilities, playing around, having a hell of a time...

...and he's spent the past few days trying to find out if there's a Heartless equivalent to getting drunk. So far? No luck. Ugh. For the moment, he's slumped in a chair in one of the lounges, not really wanting to go either back to the desert or anywhere else...]

Intro

[illusiveflicker.livejournal.com]

[ Well, well. This guy seems to have been standing in a corner for quite some time now. Who? At first it seems like an eerie shadow (and not of the heartless variety), but within a moment it flickers-- and instead it looks like a Zexion, dressed in something similar to organization attire, only a bit fancier, something akin to a super villain... though absolutely lacking a cape. He also appears to be wearing a mask. Oh, and he's carrying a rather large book.

This Zexion glances around, then disappears around a corner...

In his place, just a few moments later, comes another Zexion wearing regular clothes. Or is it another? The book he's carrying is awfully similar...

How perplexing. ]

[ ooc; Joining the superhero bandwagon. Info on profile. ]

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[leopardreversal.livejournal.com]

[this Sora appeared a few days ago. he hasn't freaked out or anything--in fact, he's acquired a fishing pole and bait, and he's in the ocean room. now that there's about five fish in a bowl, while he whistles.]

Never seen the ocean before. It's just as good for fishing as they said!

[go ahead and throw your baddies at him. he'll give them a good mindfuck. he's out of practice, anyway.]

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[sundering-stone.livejournal.com]

[After a long day at work, there's nothing quite like coming home and doing a spot of gardening. Or at least, that would have been the case up until the front door led not to the familiar comforts of home but somewhere that is distinctly not, leaving him looking as confused as he ever does (not much, or at least not noticeably) with his just-recently-bought rose cradled gently in his arm.

Not quite as planned.]

((So I heard you like soem superhero AU? Further details are in the profile.))

and learn to fly;

[sunsettingly.livejournal.com]

[Oh uh, looks like there's been another little mishap in the dressing room. Namely a certain unfortunate Riku who's lying on the ground, blood flowing from his back and starting to pool on the floor. There are black feathers scattered around, probably from the pair of thoroughly broken and mutilated black wings lying in front of him.]

remember a day before today

[roxasreplica.livejournal.com]

[the Roxas replica is walking around, looking tense and jumpy. he's clearly looking for something or someone, and he's fumbling with the hem of his shirt, eyes scanning the rooms as he goes through them. his (un)trustworthy kitten follows closely.]

[ooc: seeking anyone that's been harmed by him during Maleficent's spell, as well as anyone else that might want to see him.]

b'derp

[radiantprodigy.livejournal.com]

[Ope. And here's Ienzo, walking down one of the halls with a wary expression. Considering what happened three days ago, he has every right to be.

At the moment he seems to be looking for something... or someone? Whatever the case, he seems to be in a bit of a hurry.]

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[innocentdark.livejournal.com]

... I was hoping it would be home this time.

[This is a Nero. Dressing rooms are nothing new to him, but goodness, this isn't the one that he's accustomed to... but he hasn't even been there in a while.]

What a miserable fate I've been assigned.

[Hand on his guns, he just starts to wander on through.]