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[seawitching.livejournal.com]

[ good morning, DR. Your sea is boiling today.

Or—if not actually that—at least there's some bubbles floating up from the ocean in the beach room. Look closely, and you might see something uncannier: faint flashes of colorful lights coming from deep below the waves.

And, glistening on the surface of those bubbles—just a fleeting glimpse of whatever you might want the most, at this very moment.

Well.

The door to Atlantica is right there. Investigate? ]

( ooc: ...... :| )

Get up and move forward

[whoyoucallin.livejournal.com]

[In strolls a Roxas, in an outfit completely different to what you might expect him to be wearing. He has his eyes closed and his hands in his pockets.]

All these dead ends are really starting to annoy me, Sor. We need something fresh.

...Sor? [Opens one eye, then the other.]

Uhhh...

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[dawnrise]

[ Riku would like to think that, one day, she'll get over this. She knows she's herself now, no one else, but there are times when the effects Ansem had on her really make themselves known. And she's really getting sick of this neverending cycle. Especially when even her skin changes colors.

She's kneeling just inside the entrance to Halloween Town, bent over so far that her hair brushes across the ground. Her forehead rests across one arm for support, fingers digging into the dirt, while the other hand clutches at her chest. Her altered appearance aside (and we don't mean her normal black costume), there might be something more worrying about this picture. There are Shadows rising from the floor around her. ]

Displaced.

[maverick-blades.livejournal.com]

[Oh, watch out DR. Here comes a fairly cranky sixteen year-old brooding his way down the hallway with an empty mug and wearing black pyjama pants and a tight hot pink t-shirt, since all of his black ones have been disposed of (when exactly did Mama teach his hellspawn sister how to do a Fire spell? he will have to speak with him later); At the thought of his mother though, that hard expression softens, because he wants to go home. He wants chocolate chocolate-chip cookies and special meatballs and Kitty and his own bedroom. He's rather tired of hiding though, and can be found in the kitchen idly playing with a toaster as his coffee brews. No wonder he's so damn short like his mother.]

[ooc: come say hi to the bowl of sunshine that is Rikka ♥~]

When there's trouble you know who to call--

[darkenedgale.livejournal.com]

[ Hello, DR! It's been an eventful few days, hasn't it? Between cat ears to the death of a star_shells, there's been a lot of huzzle and buzzle going around. Today is no exception!

Those in the hall today are likely to find a rather frustrated erasemefriend putting up posters with doodles of a Vanitas. They read "Danger - do not approach. This guy's a creep," although Ven added an extra note on his posters that states "Seriously, though. Vanitas is dangerous." While he goes around putting up the posters, he's also keeping his eyes peeled, not just for any creepers, but for his friend, who he hasn't seen since yesterday.

Meanwhile, a ultimacannon is on the prowl. Despite his mission being useless here, he's been trying to keep an eye out for any trouble. Right now, though? He's wondering where the derp he 'adopted' ran off to. Something doesn't feel quite right, and so on.

But where, just where, is Vanitas? Why, he's slinking around quietly, ( spoiler )

. He knows people are after him, but frankly? He's not bothered in the least. Without a proper objective, the current circumstances have kept him quite entertained. ]

[ ooc; Three-way character post ftw? Expect tags from either Ven, Vanitas, or Terra. Feel free to specify which one you want!

There will, however, be spoilers, so tread carefully. ]