Compassion

[mastereraqus.livejournal.com]

[Eraqus hasn't had the easiest time adjusting to the dressing room. First there was the attack by those Heartless, then there was the incident of walking in on Ven suffering from a bad case of hand-to-panty magnetism with a young girl the Master had never met, and just yesterday, he learned there are rooms around here that magically strip you down to your underwear. He could have gone several lifetimes without that particular experience.

Needless to say, at this point the Keyblade Master is looking for a safe location to rest up. The incident with Ven still bothers him, to the point that all he's really looking to do right now is sit and think it over.

In the end, he settles for something very familiar. The room in question is decorated in alabaster, gold, and teal colors. There are stained glass windows. It's also pretty darn huge.

He takes a seat in one of the thrones situated on the far end of the room and... proceeds with the thinking. Mulling.]

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[fromshadow]

[looking after a kid is a difficult task for him, but he does it regardless. of course, this means he has to think of things, like... are they going to set up a tree? where are we going to get decorations? why won't Riku stay in the damn winter clothing he got him? what the hell do you feed kids with colds and how do you get them to take medicine?

but moving on, "Chichi" is sitting on the floor of a room off the main area in front of a box of ornaments and other random Christmas decorations, every so often moving a piece to another box at his side. one of his ears flicks and he frowns, carefully removing a broken crystal ornament from the box.]

...tch. Who leaves broken crap in boxes like this?

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[temporaltrap.livejournal.com]

[ This training room is currently occupied by one Vanitas, who is shooting spells at targets on the other side of the room. He'd love to train without the armor, but he knows it'd be too risky with so many people around who would recognize his Keyblade. So he's training in the armor, the only noises in the room the sound of his boots on the floor and the crackling of his spells. ]

jingle jangle

[whatajerkoff.livejournal.com]

[just kicking back in the kitchen with a bowl of cranberries, chair tipped back and knees bent & pressed against the edge of the table. one probably wouldn't be able to tell he's not a big fan of the holiday season, judging by the santa hat, and the random Christmas jingle he seems to be humming under his breath.]