slice.

[stuttersora.livejournal.com]

[someone's coming in on a bike that looks brand-new, with his hands out to his sides. miraculously, he hasn't fallen or lost his balance yet! (this is especially awe-inspiring since it's a Sora.)]

N-no h-hands--

[and--oops where the hell. skids to a stop, his hands snapping to the bars.]

W... what?

[ooc; well if you don't remember him, just get to know him?]

arachnophobia

[twilit-papa.livejournal.com]

AAIIIIIIEE!

[anyone with eardrums in the immediate vicinity probably just felt them pop from that scream. should they investigate, they'll find a female, older-looking Riku standing on a chair and brandishing a closed umbrella at one of these. it's tiny, it jumps and Riku is absolutely terrified.]

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[island-hero.livejournal.com]

Why!?

[Sora throws his Keyblade away in frustration, breathing heavily. he's training in the simulation room, which has paused in generating Heartless. and he looks pretty beat up, like he's been training for a while now. he doesn't understand. Roxas can use two Keyblades- heck, so can he, when in some of his drive forms! so why can't he use two normally? it just doesn't seem fair! the Keyblade shimmers back into his hand and he makes an angry sound, dismissing it and moving to turn the simulation off properly.]

put up your hands

[effugiony.livejournal.com]

-- oh for the love of-- can you watch where you're making those Goddamn explosions?!

[that would be an irritated Axel with a customized gun shooting at a horde of Heartless. He doesn't seem to notice that his other companions are gone.]

[ooc: LJ I WILL EAT YOU.]

Come get your daily dose of sadism! With a side of bacon.

[iliekdarkness.livejournal.com]

[Oh dear. Someone familiar is back, it seems...familiar to some, anyway. From the creepy grin or the Dark Keyblade in hand, those familiar with this particular heartless may not be so pleased.

He's currently walking down the hall, throwing dark firaga around here and there. Occasionally twirling his weapon, too.]

Heh. Can't be too far...

[ooc; 'sup DR. This guy might want to take some hearts...or just do violent things. Yay.]

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[pink-auras.livejournal.com]

[There's an Aeris of about 14 walking around the garden...On her hands. She doesn't seem to have noticed that she's not where she was before, as she more focused on keeping balance. Not that she really needs to focus on that. It's become second nature to her to walk on her hands. And then to handspring back onto her feet, and perform several complicated flips around the garden.]

[ooc: Because I wanted to. :3 Feel free to say hi! She doesn't bite...Often.]

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[stalkedbyhim.livejournal.com]

[There's a portal opening in one of the hallways, a seemingly normal Roxas stepping out-- except that he's in normal, casual clothes and is carrying with him an electronic device and has a kitten in the hood of the jacket he's wearing.]

[When the portal closes, he stops, looking around with wide, shocked eyes.]

[This is not the hotel lobby.]

[[OOC: Canon Roxas from toujourshotel. He's... moving. :D]

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[zapbaton.livejournal.com]

[there's the click-click-click of a lighter and the hiss of wet tobacco failing to light, and somewhere in the dressing room a dripping redhead is seriously in need of a nicotine boost.]

Tch. Shoulda gone with Marlboros.

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[theancientevil.livejournal.com]

[sudden burst of darkness--heeere's an Ansem. however, he's not bursting into a monologue or suddenly tearing up the place. in fact, he looks... like a businessman. an innocent, innocent businessman. he's silent, standing in place. however, people who can sense darkness will be able to tell that he's filled to the brim--and it's oddly wild, raw.]

... how odd.

[ooc; if you tag, you might get greypetals or roseofgrey.]

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[continuinghero.livejournal.com]

[two people have shoved their way through a door; a Sora in his early twenties, wielding Oathkeeper and Oblivion. a Roxas, similarly aged, follows, Bond of Flames and Two Across clutched in his grasp. he bumps into Sora and curses.]

Why the hell did you stop? We're in the middle of a-

-Roxas, shut up and look at this, will you?

[they both recognize this hall, seeing as it's the one they were heading to. except this one is empty and bright, unlike the hall they had been told had a portal torn into it that was spilling out Heartless.]

...where are we?

No idea. It... looks right, but-

...the past. Sora, we're-

...huh. Yeah, I guess we are. Weird.

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[x-dotdotdot-x.livejournal.com]

Leon comes back inside after a rather strenuous workout, his gunblade propped casually on his shoulder. It's hot out, for the tall soldier's sweaty and tired, but the exercise has helped get his mind cleared and his muscles sore. A good feeling, all in all.

He swings by the kitchen, retrieving a bottle of cold water from one of the fridges. Leaning against the counter, he chugs a few swallows then wipes his forehead with the back of his hand. A long hot shower sounds heavenly, as does a change of clothes and a nap.



[ooc: Have a Leon. He needs some interaction, so feel free. But he can be somewhat cranky at times, so play nice for a while! :DD]

disaster

[sorabug.livejournal.com]

[if someone were to wander down one of the lesser occupied halls and into a particular empty room, they'd find Sora sitting on the floor in the corner, trying to disappear into the wall. it is way past his bedtime, but he'd run off from his room several hours ago, and ran until he found what he thought would be a good place to hide. so he's just sitting there, sniffling to himself and rubbing at his now red and puffy eyes.]