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[memory-song.livejournal.com]

[There's a rather tired looking Namine making her way to the kitchen.

She's usually wearing her uniform from Oblivion, but seeing as she's only just recently woken up, she's just wearing what she slept in: Some shorts that hang a little bit low on her hips due to the fact that she's not bothering to wear a belt at the moment, and a white spaghetti strap top that shows quite a bit of her toned stomach.

She brings her hand up to cover her mouth as she yawns. She really wants her morning coffee.]

Harmonies

[dancingfingers.livejournal.com]

[This room was found by chance, a door she hadn't seen the few days before when she'd walked this hallway. Seems to be completely untouched, too.]

[It's all marble, completely silent. There are five pedestals, all too tall to reach normally, and wide enough at the top to hold three people sitting around, comfortably. Probably five or six packed. The room is without light, other than a grate of sorts at the top in the center, pouring in moonlight onto the middle pedestal, as they're arranged like the fifth side of a die.]

[It is on this middle pedestal, in the moonlight, that Kairi sits, her flute summoned and her hood down. The silver and blue design glints in the squares of moonlight streaming down, and she seems comfortable playing here. Her tune is... mysterious. It's not an ugly sound, but very, very luring. Almost like it could put someone in a trance, and people might just feel that they're slightly drawn to the echoing sound.]

played out like this.

[startersubject.livejournal.com]

[someone in a crisp white shirt and a blue sweater-vest just walked in, a mirror in front of his face and obscuring his gaze. he knows his house pretty well, though. his eyes change from violet to seagreen, and he's slowly furrowing his brows until they lighten to the desired shade. he goes to put his mirror down--and stops, eyes widening. his front door is not in front of him. takes a step back. this is not his foyer.]

... so that's what she predicted.

[ooc; info on profile. minimal, as always~.]

I don't know what I want;

[copied-heart.livejournal.com]

Why do you think he always bring back orchids with him? I mean, he looks at them as if they're--

[That would be a Xion coming out from the beach room, talking to someone over her shoulder. The moment she notices the scenery has changed, she freezes and looks around. And notices that a certain red head she was talking to is gone.]

Axel?

[ooc: canon. no spoilers yet.]

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[willprotectthem.livejournal.com]

[This Zack is usually seen training or relaxing or just doing normal things.

But today, he's on a mission. He's in his Soldier uniform, sword in hand, his eyes scanning every room he walks into.

He's been told that a certain Marluxia tried to kidnap his friend Namine, who he thinks of as a little sister.
 And of course, he's now out to make the Dressing room a slightly safer place by getting rid of that Marluxia.]

[ooc: Mostly for reprobateness  but anyone's allowed to try to calm him down/stop him/help him.]

maybe i'm a lion

[gunbladess.livejournal.com]

<sub>{ Brandished with her signature Gunblade, Leon shouts in a fit of fury as she mauls down Heartless after Heartless. She stops for a brief moment to see if she can catch a glimpse of how Cloud is doing to no avail, swearing under her breath as she stands ready at the center of a group of Heartless at the second's worth of distraction. Tch, didn't expect a fair fight anyway. }

{ ooc: Canon genderswap Leon during the Heartless battle in KHII, enjoy U: }</sub>

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[dawningcoast]

[ This Riku's mostly been trying to keep to herself lately, but right now she's settled into a recliner in the library, flipping through a novel. Or, she was. Now the novel is lying open on the coffee table in front of her, spotted with blood as she yanks tissues out of a box. ]

M*ndfu*k

[sephirnoth.livejournal.com]

[It seems Sephiroth has resurfaced. But for the few that know him, something may seem a little off. His normally calm and passive nature seems a bit rigid. And for the first time, he is wielding his Masamune. He was headed no where in particular, however...]

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[radiantprodigy.livejournal.com]

[Details, details. Ienzo here appears to be seated at a desk, writing notes upon notes, some accompanied by diagrams, others personal, it seems. Either way, he's hard at work and quite enjoying his ability to walk once more. He has a few jars to the side, but right now he's intent on writing and writing.

Part of it relates to his work, yes, but when a certain special day is a little more than a week away... It certainly wouldn't slip his mind. ]