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[stillunburned.livejournal.com]

[This guy's seated in a room a little ways from the main areas, looking surprisingly uninjured. He's got his kid with him, watching him sleep in his lap. He's still in that amazed-this-thing-is-half-him stage, don't mind him watching the baby with a rather fond smile.]

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[twilit-kid.livejournal.com]

[this one was running through the halls having fun roaring at people in his little dinosaur costume when he started to feel funny. he's over the chickenpox thankfully, but he's stopped right in the middle of the hall to try to figure out what just happened. anyone who touches him will find his skin has gone paler, he no longer has a heartbeat, and is sporting an incredibly sharp pair of tiny fangs]

...'m hungry.

and into the game

[flytothelight.livejournal.com]

So this what happened to you, huh? Hey, no worries, we can take 'em.

You of all people know I hate being useless.

How do you feel about being an angel?

[This conversation can be witnessed in one of the main rooms, where there's a Roxas sitting on a couch, a pair of crutches on his side. There's a Sora sitting on the arm on the other side.]

Yeah, like they'll let someone like me in there.

Pft. Look on the bright side. I can do this to you now without getting burned!

[And the Sora proceeds to poke the Roxas on the arm repeatedly.]

... don't make me hit you, I'm pretty much sure hitting an angel is sinning.

[ooc: joint post, because we share a computer, and I am dragging this girl out of hiatus :| Kicking and screaming, if needed.]

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[illumifated.livejournal.com]

[There's a certain blond in the kitchen, busy making a very complicated meal at the stove- soup. He's smiling faintly all the while though, so something must be going right today.]

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[atmoonrise.livejournal.com]

[Finding a place to train properly is a little hard when you don't understand computers and thus can't manage to figure out the controls to the simulation room. But it seems that Isa's found a way to deal with the problem anyway. Or at least, that's what the assortment of (very much real) corpses of what look to be assorted monster-type things strewn about at his feet seem to suggest, to say nothing of the gore on his sword.

Interestingly, he seems to be far more interested in taking off his shirt than cleaning off his sword. Maybe he'll get to it later?]

asleep

[sorabug.livejournal.com]

[please don't trip over this little dude passed out on the floor in the middle of a busy room -- he's wrapped up tightly in an aged blanket so only a small tuft of brown hair is visible, and the only sound is an occasional, soft little snore.]

[a stuffed dinosaur wearing miniature sunglasses sits on the floor nearby, as if standing guard.]