release the hounds!

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[there's humming coming from one particular room, loud and eerie. it goes on for quite some time, but the door won't open, no matter how hard you try. eventually Gem steps out, straightening his new leather jacket and wearing quite the grin. he's a bit late, but it's time to hunt.]


(ooc: Under orders to seek and destroy any and all Geminis. Feel free to bother him anyway.)

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[Today, we have a Xehanort in one of his natusral habitats; the library, surrounded by a nest of books. Slightly unusually, there's a lot of mythology and suchlike in the pile - although given what his counterparts have researched, is it really that far off?

He's making his way through the stack, occasionally dislodging piles of notes to reach for a going-cold drinks mug or write something new down. Busy, busy, concentrating...]

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[ riku's got a gun, though it hardly looks lethal, if the neon colors have anything to say about that. ]

Hmm.

[ loads a dart in it, and takes aim across the room. ]

GUESS WHO'S BACK - BACK AGAIN - XEMNAS BACK - YOU'RE STILL GAY

[300dollars.livejournal.com]

Lord.

Fucking.

God.

I thought I had finally put enough bullets into my cranium to end it. AND I THOUGHT IT WAS WORKING, BECAUSE THAT WAS A METRIC COCKTON OF BLOOD SPILLING OUT OF MY HEAD. And I blacked out, and I was sure I was dead and gone from this place and that was wonderful.

BUT NO, HERE I AM, BACK IN GAY GROUND ZERO. LIKE A GIANT PINK AND PURPLE DONG BEING DROPPED FROM A B-52 BOMBER, ERUPTING IN A MUSHROOM CLOUD OF PONIES, PRINCESSES, AND PRICKS.

HEY. HEY. What's your totally traumatic and sympathy inducing origin, with heaping helpings of migraine inducing plotholes, and big fat buttery angst, slathered on as if you were some kind of goddamned baked potato? Hm? What are you totally bawling about into the chest of the androgynous guy who looks exactly like you, except he has different hair?

GUESS WHAT, I DON'T CARE, BECAUSE ODDS ARE GOOD IT MAKES EVEN LESS SENSE THAN MY ORIGIN

AND THAT IS FUCKING SAYING SOMETHING

I'M STILL TRAPPED WITH YOU UNBELIEVABLE MOTHER, AUNT, SISTER DAD, UNCLE, BROTHER AND REALLY ANYTHING IN SIGHT FUCKERS

HUGALGALGAGLAG OH BOY ANOREXIA AND GAY AND BANGERS AND MASH AND DICK PUDDING AND WHATEVER OTHER RETARDED FUCKALL CRAP YOU'RE INTO THIS WEEK

NEXT WEEK: THE SAME ANGST AND SEX, BUT NOW, DONE WHILE IN RACECARS! VROOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOM

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[if you're going to enter this area, be very, very quiet. there's a huge card mansion being built, big enough that the person building it doesn't even have to bend over. not even a little bit! his tongue is peeking out in concentration as he places another card on the very top, cringing back when it wobbles- but it stays up, so he reaches for another card...]