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[whatajerkoff.livejournal.com]

[for once, he's not causing trouble. just sprawled out on a couch, lighting matches and shaking them out once they start to burn too close to his fingers.]

Ah-! Damn it.

[hisses, shaking his hand quickly to put a match out, sucking on the tip of his thumb once he discards it.]

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[thundery.livejournal.com]

[ There is a Larxene who apparently was in a very bad mood. Or maybe he was just bored. In either case, it seems he fixed it, because he's sitting in one of the common rooms in the dark, passing electricity back and forth between his hands. He's relaxed, comfortable, and using a dead body as a footstool. It's not pretty, but, by all means, feel free to investigate. ]

[[ooc: So I forgot I was going shopping tomorrow, so I need to get some sleep. Tags will return in the morningish.]]

second snap

[obliteratium.livejournal.com]

[Breaking glass is such a healthy stress-relief activity. Such is the case of what this Roxas is doing now, breaking a roomful of glassware; from vases, to pots, to the expensive wine glasses.

Anyone would most likely to notice the racket, loud as it is.]

mad scientist

[bourgeons.livejournal.com]

[Sora may have slept through one or two science lessons growing up, but the lessons he knows for certain he didn't snooze through were the ones that involved poking around the laboratory. he knows his way around them well enough, he likes to think, and as such has taken over one for the day.]

[there's a bandaid on his arm and a couple of slides with red, blotchy samples on the table next to him. he's peering into the microscope, an eyebrow quirked.]

Weird.

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[flamesandgames.livejournal.com]

[ So there's a certain pyro lounging around, setting a random piece of paper--that may or may not be important, but who cares--on fire. ] 

Hope that wasn't too important.  [ And there's a look of boredom on his face as he snaps his fingers, watching the fire go out instantaneously. ]   Sheesh, even the castle was more exciting than this place.

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[dawnpath.livejournal.com]

[ Someone seems to be wandering through the halls, a less-than-pleasant expression on his face today. What's more, a strange song seems to follow him wherever he goes, albeit in flute as opposed to piano.

After his encounter with the Nobody Kairi in the kitchen he's been feeling a mix of frustration and guilt. But why? Even if she was a Kairi, she was nothing like his. No, she was one of them... those strange Nobodies in the castle, and she'd already tried to mess with his feelings and try to hurt him. Even tried to antagonize him in the kitchen. She more than deserved it...right? And it's not like she could feel--

He shakes his head. Who was he kidding? He'd only just learned about Nobodies, and an existence without a heart was hardly something he could imagine. In truth, he was in no position to talk. ]

flutter.

[sinheart.livejournal.com]

[for once, he's not on a perch, being all threatening. instead, it looks like he's actually very much a Sora with the way he's holding a baby sparrow in his hands. and he's blushing in wonder as it hops in between one hand and the other, the red ribbon fluttering a bit.]

Man, Kairi was right. Valor's a perfect name for you.

[headrubs the little sparrow with a grin.]

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[dark-painting.livejournal.com]

[There's a new Namine sitting on the floor in a hallway, carefully painting in a sketch book.
She doesn't seem to have even noticed that she's not where she had been before. She's just, painting.

Although, some might notice that the crystal bowl on the floor next to her filled with red 'paint', has a rather strong metallic scent...]

[ooc: Because I needed a new sadist. :D ]