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[x-thecaptain-x.livejournal.com]

[Along down a hall comes a face that may be generally recognizable by a few. After all, it's hard to miss that rugged face partially haloed by the rims of his giant goggles. He's got a cigarette in his mouth and a pair of furrowed brows. Smoking like a chimney would be an understatement. He starts opening doors, slamming each that isn't providing him with what he's looking for. He doesn't seem concerned in the least whose or what's door he has opened. That stern look has a habit of deterring people from confronting him anyway. Perhaps that's why he doesn't even flinch each time he repeats the action. So far anyway.]

(OOC: Ladies and gents, The Captain has landed {as least one of them~}.)

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[thornpricked.livejournal.com]

I am not amused.

[having spent quite enough time as a Kairi, Marluxia here would really rather do without the feminine attire. about the only thing he likes about this outfit, is the color.]


ooc: anyone want a kiss~? ;D

a lot of pink.

[petalled.livejournal.com]

[ no one likes waking up to find that your hair is now almost long enough to touch the floor. Or finding that you're only left with something like this for clothing.

So perhaps Marluxia can be excused for the very discontent look reflected in the mirror as she fingers a strand of her hair. A pair of scissors lies abandoned on a nearby counter, the blades worn to dullness. Obviously cutting it off isn't an option.

As for her new-gained abilities? How useless, when compared to her control over nature. ]

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[gravity-splode.livejournal.com]

[Behind a door that some people may recognize as the door to a particular room, there are gunshots. Loud, repeated, gunshots and apparently apropros of absolutely nothing at all.

What do you do?]