Ailurophobic

[keyblade-paws.livejournal.com]

[ He's curled up in the corner of the kitchen, his tail over his nose as though he were sleeping. His eyes, however, are wide open, and every so often he shivers. ]

Don't let 'em near me...so scary...stop meowing...

[ Eventually he can't really stand it and he curls up tighter, squeezing his eyes shut. Sleeping tonight will be tough. ]

[[ooc: that's right, folks. Thanks to the spell, Sora has contracted Ailurophobia...aka fear of cats. Tag repliess tomorrow because I'm headed to bed now~]]

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[feelmydream.livejournal.com]

[Well thanks to someone hiding in corners since yesterday's fiasco, he managed to miss that spell. Right now he's in a study, between a chair and the wall, scribbling away in his notebook and... continuously tearing them out every five minutes to crumple them and put them in a pile that's forming underneath the chair.]

[His 'muse' is sort of on 'fire' right now.]

sleeptalk.

[lower-case-x.livejournal.com]

[Out in the garden, beneath a tree, young Xehanort's curled up on the ground asleep, jacket for a pillow and hair all undone.
Not the most comfortable setup, but when spell-induced claustrophobia's sent him running out the halls, what else could he do? Mumbling, through disrupted dreams...]

...s'rry, father... couldn't... so sorry...

[before he half-rolls over, twitches, trying to stay on the far side of consciousness. Wouldn't take much to knock him out of it, really... anyone want to risk it?]

method of repair;

[sunsettingly.livejournal.com]

[It's an awfully strange sensation when you fall asleep in your own bed to wake up in an unfamiliar room, tied back to back with someone you can't quite see. But the dressing room is strange like that, so Roxas and Riku have been left in that position in a big empty room that seems to have no door in sight. And of course, the rope tying them together and around their wrists is fire resistant.]

[ooc: Locked to f_iery.]

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[argeneaufire.livejournal.com]

[Occupying one of the main kitchens in the Dressing Room, is a very pale and sweating Axel, holding a pitcher filled with water, slowly downing it. There are obvious signs that he has been doing this for a while now, as his coat is wet from water, a long with random tile around the room. Yes, he has been hit with the spell. What he is afraid of? Blood. Oh, and he is awfully thirsty, and water is not the cure. At this stage in blood-dehydration, he can smell blood, and if close enough, can hear the pulsing veins. Which, just makes him more paranoid]

[ooc; yes I'm a sadist.]

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[fauxpromise.livejournal.com]

[A portal appears in one of the halls, and out of it steps a replica, moving a bit...stiffly. He opens the door to the nearest room and stumbles in, not even bothering to check whose it is, if it belongs to anyone. He just wants to get away from people. That cupcake really wasn't the brightest idea in the world. The door's still slightly ajar, though.

But that's not all. He's been hit by the spell, too, turning obsession into fear. Any Namines that approach may find this to be true. Oh, the irony.]

[ooc: Spell'd + cupcake'd. Irrational fear of Namines get!]

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[memory-song.livejournal.com]

[There's a Namine in the beach room, standing in front of an easel and painting the islet.

She's just wearing a blue bikini with a short white sarong skirt.]

don't be late!

[roseofgrey.livejournal.com]

[he's just laying on the couch, a DS in hand and playing checkers--before there's a sudden, stabbing pain in his stomach and he quite literally slides off, holding it.]

Oh for--that's one of two things, and I hate both of them.

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[before]

[Red is lounging in one of the main areas, seated in the middle of a couch. His head is tipped back, eyes closed. His mouth is pulled into a lazy grin, and if he were to open his eyes, one would be able to see that at the moment his irises are little more than a ring of faintly glowing acidic green surrounding a rather large pupil. He's not wearing his jacket, for once, showing off just how thin and corpse-like he really is.

It seems someone's enjoying the latest spell a little too much.]

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[dawnpath.livejournal.com]

Come out, fake! Show yourself!

[ There seems to be a new Riku, entering through a door with much haste. That is, until he realizes that the walls aren't white, and that whatever hall this is isn't remotely similar to the castle. Well that's not good... within a moment he summons the soul eater, eyes narrowing. ]

Is this supposed to be another one of your tricks, Ansem? I've had enough of this.

[ooc: Needs more canon.]