but it won't stop

[temporaltrap.livejournal.com]

[ There's some screaming coming from down this hall. Oddly enough, it seems to be fluctuating between a male and a female voice. When one gets close enough, they might recognize the voices, as well as the two words that are being repeated over and over-- ]

Stop it stop it stop it stop it STOP IT STOP IT!!

[ On the floor in this room, Kairi is on her elbows and knees, beating the floor with her fists and screaming at it. Her hair is blacker than ever, at least half of it darkened by now, and darkness is almost visible around her, rising up in thin wisps. The armor that's become quite easily identifiable as Vanitas' is covering her in pieces, seemingly unable to completely take over or disappear. Whenever the amount of armor grows, her voice starts changing into a male's, and when it starts breaking away again, it returns to her own. This is going to make it a lot harder for her to hide this situation from the general public. ]

(ooc: There will... probably be spoilers, derp.)

One in the same.

[endlessxsky.livejournal.com]

[This Sora Roxas is sitting on his bed. Okay, someone's bed. His eyes are as wide as saucers. Just an hour ago, he was in bed with Axel and Demyx in their small house on the Island, but nothing about this place rings a bell. He can't make any sense of this room, the toys scattered near the small doorway to the left, or this snoring lump next to him. He does know that his chest feels warm, warm like -- ]

... Sora. What happened man?

[Roxas touches his fingertips to his chest, closing his mind enough to let Sora's Heart flood him with memories, since in his world, his Sora is probably curled up and drooling on Riku in apartment 7A near Destiny College.]

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[stranding.livejournal.com]

[Saxophone music filters in quietly, then as loud as if you were sitting front-row against a blues band. The song is typical jazz--full of humor and brass and out-there improvisation. Even so, it's got a sort of melancholy feel. It's cut short, however, as soon as a rather obnoxious ring starts. In the small practice room, Riku sighs heavily, and picks it up.]

Riku present-- [and then he jerks the phone away from his ear as a yell is heard. ffffffffuck. His British accent is thick as he speaks--no, yells back--]

Hell, I'm not sure whether to call you a moronic dimwit or a dimwitted moron!

[and he hangs up quickly, glaring at his phone and getting up. Sitting with his bags is a white labcoat, and he drapes it over his shoulders, heading towards the door--and as soon as he's outside...

... he stares, and rubs his forehead.]

What is the Canadian equivalent as 'I don't think we're in Kansas anymore, Toto'?

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[wakingwaters.livejournal.com]

[Anyone wandering by the Land of Departure room will likely spot her sitting just near the door, working on a few things. In her hands, she's making another set of charms of various colors. There's one set to the side, however, that is a brilliantly shining emerald. She's had that one finished for a while, and has yet to give it to its new owner. But there are a few others circling her in other shapes and colors, one in the form of a small key and another that looks oddly enough like a rain drop.

She looks pleased, though, and happily engrossed in her work. Aqua hums quietly, putting the finishing touches on the one in her hand.]