Know thy self, know thy enemy, know thy DR

[mastereraqus.livejournal.com]

[Someone new has found himself in the dressing room and, no, the samurai getup isn't a Halloween costume.

Eraqus has already made it past the 'completely baffled' stage of arrival and is now searching for answers. Unfortunately for him, the first world residents to greet him happen to be a scavenging group of Heartless. Eliminating monsters isn't on his current agenda - he moves to go around them at first, but when they give chase, his hand is forced.

His Keyblade flashes into view, he slides into his battle stance, and waits. When the first Shadow lunges, his blade snaps forward, cutting down each of his assailants in turn. His counter-attacks, while not especially flashy, link together with the sort of practiced precision you'd expect of an aged (but not quite geezer-esque) Master.

With the remains of the Heartless vanishing behind him, he dismisses his Keyblade and starts back down the hall.

Except this just isn't his day: more Heartless are piling out of one of the rooms nearby. He doesn't sigh out loud, but the frustration is clearly written in his expression. He's too old for this nonsense. Where are those apprentices when you need them, anyway?]

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[dawnrise]

[ This here is a very gloomy Riku perched in the rafters of the DR, surrounded by brightly colored balloons that have floated their way up to the ceiling. Given the celebrations, there's no clear explanation for her brooding, but she looks very out of place. Halloween's caught up with her, but all things considered, her costume could be worse. Riku's in her Halloween Town outfit - not that more than a single person here has seen her in it. Black clothes, a makeshift silver blindfold... she could do without the corset, especially with its silver charms (Heartless emblems, of all things), but that's not quite as irritating as those new wings tied together behind her back. If she could reach the knot she could free them, but it's just out of her reach. Still, the costume has nothing to do with her sullen mood. Some birthday this has been. ]

[ooc: Technically her birthday's the 23rd, but I couldn't post with her until now. She's been busy playing nurse anyway and is lucky I didn't put her in matching costume.]

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[fourteen]

[ This here is a Poppet that finally, finally, finally got sick of having to ask things like "what are kids" and "what's halloween" and "what's a mommy" and "what's sex." This Poppet is taking charge of her life!

So in case anyone is in the library, they are likely to happen upon Xion curled up (with an adorable little poodle sleeping by her feet, fancy that) on a couch reading ... a dictionary. Yes, a dictionary. On the floor beside her in easy reach are a few volumes of what seems to be an encyclopedia. If you watch her for a while, every so often she'll come to a word and scrunch up her face real funny, and look it up in the encyclopedia, too.

Ah, learning is a beautiful thing. Feel free to pester her and make fun of her for reading a dictionary in her spare time, though. I mean, what kind of self-respecting teenager does that? ]

☩ put this broken doll right back on the wooden shelf

[aster-tataricus.livejournal.com]

[ This Xion's been quiet lately. Blame the fact that she found Sleeping Beauty's room (with the sleeping effects to go with it).

Hood up -- she's still the shy girl that came from Castle Oblivion -- and hands raised towards an incoming Heartless. Cue a Fire.

Heartless set aflame. Dying. Dying. Eventually a gray heart rises from where it once came. Why was there a purple cellphone strap peeking from her pocket?

She's doing target practice. After all, she already finished Cooking Mama. ]

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[brightestdawn.livejournal.com]

[Somewhere in a quiet little corner of the DR, there is a very worried-looking Kairi sitting on a couch. In her lap is a Keyblade, though it doesn't seem to be out for any particular reason. Her left hand idly traces around the flower patterns, and her right grips the hilt ... a bit too tight.

She looks older than most Kairis, and her hair is long -- it's tied back in a long braid that goes all the way down to her waist, though a few wisps and strands frame her face. They do nothing to hide the bags and dark circles under her eyes.

If you're close, you can hear that she's thinking out loud.]

I still don't know where I am ... and I haven't found anyone I know. There's all these look-a-likes, but I know none of them are mine... I miss them so much.

But he's here, and I can't let him ...

[she leans back, pressing her left hand over her mouth as she shuts her eyes.]

What am I going to do?

[Please give this Kairi a hug. She needs one.]

(ooc; basic info in profile! from the same verse as dawnward/xurik and twilightfell.)

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[indarknesslost.livejournal.com]

[there is a barefoot Riku that just walked through a doorway, but he stops abruptly and seems to be staring intently ahead of himself]

Something is different.

I stand alone

[caliginousness.livejournal.com]

[He staggers out into the hallway, clutching his head. If his eyes had been uncovered, he would have been squinting. A hand is used to guide himself along the wall.]

Namine, what--

[When he realizes he's not back in the mansion, he silently curses under his breath.]

[ooc: Messed up memories. He won't be able to tell the difference between Kairis and Xions.]

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[bejewelledbelt.livejournal.com]

[Sora's looking rather frazzled (and a little bit lost) as he runs round the halls.]

Kairi? Kairi, where are you?!

((OOC: Looking for speakstonature, but anyone else can come say hi.))

I knew it all along;

[preflame]

[Littlexas is sitting content on one of the big, comfy couches within a main living room today, just flipping through TV channels of different cartoons. He catches sight of a blue, little hedgehog and pauses to watch the end of the show.

....... in response to that, he's immediately pressing the next channel button, muttering to himself.]

... little too late for that.

This is how you celebrate Halloween

[xurik.livejournal.com]

[Xurik's not in costume, thank goodness, but he is wearing a white apron. why?

because he's cooking. he found a kitchen somewhere, and is currently bent over a very tall, gleaming steel pot. some kind of stew is simmering quietly. anybody nearby will immediately note that it smells absolutely delicious. his Somebody happened to be an excellent cook, so he is as well.

there's a problem, though, and it becomes really, really obvious when Xurik starts to stir. one of the ingredients breaks the surface. he uses fake all natural ingredients!

hums cheerfully. almost done!]