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[itsleon.livejournal.com]

[ Here's a Leon, finding himself unfortunately displaced from Hollow Bastion once again. B| And just when he thought things might settle down. ]

...

[ That's not a happy face as he looks around. ]

Not again.

I herd you liek dizney.

[queenlyevil.livejournal.com]

[There is an old, worn out beggar woman slowly working her way through the hallway, looking very much exhausted. She's carrying a basket full of bright red, delicious looking apples as she goes, searching the crowds for any gullible familiar faces. Should anyone be kind enough to stop and help the poor woman, she may ask for a favor or give you a gift for the help, instead.]

[ooc: okay, here's the deal. Whoever eats the apple, will die, but they're not going to leave the DR. It's like a comatose vampire or something(aka might as well just be asleep, just technically dead, since no heartbeat). Also curing, whether it just wears off, or a kiss (true love or not) does the trick, that up to you muns.]

the grimoire of questionable spells

[roxasreplica.livejournal.com]

[Roxas has found a very strange room indeed. it's empty save for a table in the middle of it. on the table is a worn old book. he opened it, and written on the page are the following words: Dispel Bad Hair.

the book snaps shut again, leaving Roxas confused and with sleek, manageable hair.]


[ooc: random spell generator. feel free to have the effects last for as long as you want. threadhopping is encouraged.
edit: of course you can just make up whatever spell you want to as well.

brb snore \o/]

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[caliginousness.livejournal.com]

I wonder how I got reeled into this again.

[Says the blindfolded Riku currently searching the medicine cabinets. The bottles he's pulling out seem to be itch lotions and the like.]

delineate

[feebly.livejournal.com]

_{{ Not that drawing is her cup of tea, but there's not much else to do around here for her. A pack of colored pencils and a sketchbook is neatly sprawled across her lap, as she attempts to draw passersby. Sigh. }}

I wonder how she does it...


_{{ ooc: ROFL I just realized her tag was namine. Hints that my mind's a little off today, but hi. }}

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[notawillinghero.livejournal.com]

[ There is a new room. The door is something like what one might find in a certain lab in Twilight Town, or perhaps another in Radiant Garden. It is not locked; if one were to come near it, it would slide open automatically. The room itself is very plain. There is little colour, and what colour exists is pale and hard to distinguish from white even in the harsh lighting. It is almost clinical, or would be if there was not a layer of dust on every possible surface, coating the file cabinets, the computers, the desks, and the long table with folders of paper spread out over it.

Farther back in the room is a large pod, clearer than the ones others of the dressing room would be familiar with, hosting a sleeping Sora garbed in the magical clothing given by a certain three fairies. Despite the state of the room, showing that much time has passed since anyone has entered, he does not appear to be much older than fifteen. There is a set of simple controls by the pod, and if one were curious enough to look at them, they would see that there is a button to open the pod and awaken the boy trapped inside. ]

Disregarded Memories

[beastwithin-vii.livejournal.com]

[Anyone that happens to be traveling down those rather same looking hallways might happen to run into this blue haired nobody. If he wasn't spotted then they might find themselves falling to the floor since he had his legs out across the hallway, blocking the way.

Saïx was sitting down, his back resting against the wall a long with his head tilted up, his legs showing no sign of retreat as they lay across the hallway almost reaching the other wall. His breathing was a little of pattern but maybe that was because he was thinking a little harder than usual. His surroundings aren't familiar, nor do the people ring a bell, everything around him seems like a different universe. Yet he feels like he should remember.

Memories lost and he can't seem to remember. Was it memories or maybe an illusion? It could even have been a dream, all he knows is that right now everything is a blank. His eyes drifted shut as he kept trying to unlock those pieces to try and find his answers. Completely oblivious to the world outside of his thoughts. With his memories gone what will be different in this Saïx? How will he act to others? How much of his memories are missing?

Who is brave enough to break through and find out these answers? Saïx sighs silently as he slams his fist down lightly, a little frustrated at his weakness. He hates this feeling of not remembering, absolutely loathes it.]


[[ooc://Well I know it's been a while, a very long while. I would spend ten pages explaining what has kept me away from the DR but I will spare you guys from reading all of that. Basically I was everywhere at one point and had no time to breath, but now after much arranging with my time I now have some free time.

Please feel free to have fun with Saïx, that has forgotten mostly everything, since he might be a little different.]]

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[island-hero.livejournal.com]

[Sora has discovered that having a broken arm is really boring. like, really boring. he is bored out of his mind.

soooo he's lying in a rather uncomfortable position on a large squishy chair in a random room, reading comics. there's a bowl of grapes near the chair that he'd been munching on, but Batman is quite distracting.]

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[fauxpromise.livejournal.com]

[Enter one ticked off looking clone carrying a "dead" copied_heart.

He's not quite sure what to do, really, given that he's clueless about the cure for some apple. A poison apple, of all things.

Guh, what to do?]

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[skinbonesnfur.livejournal.com]

[And the creeper's bratty snack-sized past self is back.
Well he got the part about going to the kitchen to get food last time he was here, but there were a whole lot of assumptions about him knowing anything about things like where and how food is stored or food preparation... it's all very confuddling to him, with his nose he's managed to find where the food actually is but he's completely stumped on how any of these things become a meal so the boy is just standing there in front of an open cupboard while he tries to figure it out.]

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[inyourdreamsbb.livejournal.com]

[Someone has been quite good at making himself scarce the last two weeks. He hasn't felt a single pang of hunger whatsoever, but when a kiss gives you a day's worth of food, and a dream gives you a week's, imagine what the 'real deal' (and quite the session of it at that) would supply you with? Two whole weeks, and not a single urge to 'bother' anyone. He's put that to good use, as he's pretty sure a certain someone would rather tear him to shreds then inquire as to his condition as of late.]

[Axel wanders into the garden, hands pocketed and wings spread. They need a nice stretch.]