just to be close to you.

[cross-paths.livejournal.com]

[here's a wolf in the kitchen. a wolf with his nose in the flour--achoo. he shakes his head, sneezing a few more times before turning human and hesitantly nearing the--sneeze--sink.]

... infernal flour.

happy akuroku day.

[argeneaufire.livejournal.com]

[Axel's in an interesting room again. Not the one before which was anti-vampires, no, this is an Axel and Roxas room. Decorated with plushies, nice bookshelves filled with doujinshi, fanart all over the walls, a few couches and anything else that could've been mentioned in a fanfiction, or just your imagination. Oh, and as well as in a room, he's stuck in nothing on but leather pants. Any Roxas that enters this room is deemed to be stuck with him, but he doesn't know that yet. He'll be sitting on one of the couches, smirking.]

[ooc; I have school and such, so tags may be slow. but :) 8/13]

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[guardiankthx.livejournal.com]

[Suddenly, flames! Lots of flames seem to appear in one hall of the dressing room, as a large, dragon-like shadow casts itself along the wall. It's fierce, almost heartless-like, and the voice that comes out of it is booming.]

Did I hear someone ask for a miracle?!

Let me hear you say AHHH!

[...And yet there's no response. The shadow stays in a fierce pose at first for a few seconds, then glances back and forth, then speaks again.]

Alright, alright. I know I'm pretty hot, but there ain't no need to be petrified like that!

[...still nothing. The shadow ducks down, then disappears, while a similar voice mutters]

Cri-kee--- hey, what gives, man? First you say you're lucky, then you go desertin' me? That's it, dishonor on you and your luck!

[... And out pops a tiny little...dragon, looking a bit frustrated, as he continues to look around. This...isn't the forest. He might just be staring.]

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[memory-song.livejournal.com]

[There are few things that actually make this Namine nervous and shy. But it looks like she's found another one.

She's getting ready for a date.

Really, there's nothing to be nervous about. But for some reason she still cant quite manage to completely calm herself down.

She's just wearing the normal Namine dress, with a light blue bolero cardigan and waiting inside her room.]

I do the best imitation of myself.

[inarticulated.livejournal.com]

[In one of the infinite number of living rooms, there's a hooded figure lurking bemusedly over a carpet patterned like a map of Earth, complete with continents divided into countries. The interesting thing is that there's a takeout box or two planted over each country. Currently, Roxas is crouched near China, dubiously grasping a takeout box and attempting to chopstick rice into his mouth. His hood's just open enough to eat. It's a pity he can't manage to get any food near it.

Apparently his ability to wield 'two' doesn't apply across the board.]

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[manevates.livejournal.com]

<sub>[ It's not everyday you see a Riku playing the piano and sing. Other than that, he seems to be in Prohibiton era clothes; he's wearing a borsalino cap, a white dress shirt with its sleeves rolled up, suspenders and slacks, with a rather patched and ragged black suit slung around the edge of his shoulders. ]

[ ooc: Prohibition era-inspired with-magick universe with a deaf Riku and a blind Repliku, s'up. Anyone want to be his twin brother? 8D; ]</sub>

dye;

[shadedhues.livejournal.com]

[There's a Riku residing in the kitchen today, sitting on the countertop. There's a partially eaten sandwich next to him, but he's currently more interested in the container of eggs in his hands. Each egg has a different design, like they've been dyed for Easter, almost.]