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[valor-kairi.livejournal.com]

[This Kairi isn't seen around that often. And when she is seen, she's usually smiling.

But not today.

She's rather missing one of her friends here and is a little depressed.

She's just, curled up in an armchair, reading a book for now.]

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[thornpricked.livejournal.com]

[and down this hall, behind a closed door to a stone room, you'll hear the frightened crying of a five year old. he doesn't remember why he's here, but the Guardian Heartless left to keep an eye over him scares him, and so does the dried blood on the floor where he woke up. though there isn't a scratch on him, he does look like he could use a few good meals and a bath, nevermind clothes that actually fit]

Help! I want out! Please!

Chaos

[lifelike-memory.livejournal.com]

[There is a six year old in the middle of the hall, contentedly finger-painting on the walls. Beside him are buckets of paint, all in neon colors. Observers might notice that he's covered in paint despite the smock, the drawings seem to be peeling themselves off the walls, and there are also two cats batting at the drawings as they come to life.

Despite all this, the boy seems to be having fun, and seemingly doesn't realize what's happening.]

...mmm, needs more blue. [dunks a hand into pale blue paint, and adds loopy clouds to the picture.]

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[xived.livejournal.com]

[Every day, for the past week, ended the same. She'd receive a mission, either with another member or going solo, then she went to the beach to pick out a shell, returned and went to visit Roxas. Today was no different. She finished up a mission with Xigbar, had picked up a beautiful shell, and was on her way to Roxas' room.

She'd tell him about her day, how the mission went, how the name 'Poppet' was starting to actually grow on her, and how beautiful the ocean looked before placing the shell down with the others.

But apparently the world had something else planned for her today. Xion may still be relatively new to the Organization, but she'd like to think she was keen on her surroundings. She knew her way around the castle, and she knew how to get to Roxas' room from the Grey Room. Xion did not take wrong turns, she did not get lost easily.

So how was she going to explain this? This was not Roxas' room.

Clutching the shell tighter than she meant to, she took a few steps back. Expecting to go through the doorway and back from where she came, she only stepped into a wall.

...]

Something tells me I won't be able to portal out of here either.

[ooc: new! and... yes, another Xion. :x]

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[nannyxel.livejournal.com]

Oh for the love of--

[See Axel. See Axel with a kid Roxas and a kid Xion clutching at one sleeve of his coat each.]

... no one better give me shit about this.

[ooc: tags will be slow, sorry x.x]

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[tosnipe.livejournal.com]

[Just going to portal in, looking as cheerful as he can possibly be. Hands in the air, eye closed.]

All right, ladies! Poker night! Get ready to lose all your munny!

[Eye now open and-- huh. Whoops! This rarely happens, really. Just going to make another portal here and leave. Must have gotten his wired crossed, is all. But he's back again in a few seconds. Mouth open to say something, but he shuts it. Pensive he tries another portal, third times a charm, right?

...

Okay. This was more than ridiculous.

And why tonight of all nights!? He was finally going to beat that jerk, Luxord, and get all his damn munny back! He didn't even have enough to get a lousy potion nowadays. He practiced his poker face and everything, he even taught himself how to cheat! In those sleeves of his were aces!

In... one sleeve. One sleeve. That other ace was on the floor. Blinking a bit he crouched down to pick that up.]

Oops. Get back in there.

[Just... slipping that back in. No one saw that.

Anyway! What the hell. He needed answers and he needed them now.

No one messes with poker night.]

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[amindfucker.livejournal.com]

[ This isn't amazing.

Hanging from six floating broomsticks aren't amazing at all. What the hell just happened? Weren't they supposed to be sharp --

What happened to the 'chops. It's as if he was a young lad again.

Someone's to blame for this. ]


[ ooc; Horrible icons are horrible. New age = around 8 - 10. ]

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[feebly.livejournal.com]

_{{ A tiny l'il 7 year old Aeris is just gonna be scrunched up in a ball while this spell is taking effect, thanks. }}

I don' really like this spell.

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[terranas.livejournal.com]

Good tidings, my old friend. The paths that move along unceasingly might yet be prepared to give way under the pressure we have crafted. Soon, even the very concept of destiny will be irrelevant to the might of the Nothingness which all things will eventually go to.

[But who is Xemnas saying this to? Well, it's quite simple. In a replica Room of Repose, Xemnas is chilling with an old suit of armor. If you overheard that well then those thick soundproof doors aren't doing much. Or something went down in which case he will need to lay down the smack. Either way, he stands from his chair and walks on out into the hallway to go back up that ridiculously long curving staircase. His hood is on, but when who can mistake his voice?]

Indeed though, the result of all things - the nothingness which permeates between all worlds, quite apart from Light and Dark... that end was not foreseen by we alone. If anything, such a conclusion was perhaps inevitable. After all, it was written in a document quite outside even the Organization's great wealth of knowledge.

[He speaks, of course, of the book in his hand. It's a little black notebook that he's reading the "rules" page. It's quite a bit longer than one might expect, as it's got all sorts of little nuances. One of them being, of course, that all humans will die and that after death there is only nothingness.]

A curious thing, to find something which so quickly could do away with all opposition. I wonder then, what would become of a heart taken in such a manner?

Like cars on a cable;

[f-iery.livejournal.com]

[In one of the main rooms, a tiny Roxas- looking to be about three years old- can be found passed out on the floor. It looks like he accidentally fell asleep while playing with his toy cars. Considering he's in the middle of the floor, someone is probably going to want to move him to make sure he doesn't get stepped on. And if they do, they should notice the high body temperature.]