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[luzecitas.livejournal.com]

[It seems like there's a totally new face in the dressing room today! Unlike most of the others, though, this one has a keyblade - and not one that anyone else in the DR uses, either.]

H-hey, 'toile, come on, we can't stop yet.

[And then the customary stopping in place and staring as she realizes she isn't where she was before.]

[ooc: I heard you liked the Keyblade Wars. Basic info is on profile, please excuse my slowness as I attempt to work on icons. Beware of BBS spoilers in Ven and Vanitas's threads!]

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[fruming.livejournal.com]

[hi dressing room, there's suddenly a very large CRASH as a bandersnatch comes barreling through a wall, skidding to a stop after crashing through a couple of tables, a lamp, and a couch. there's dust flying everywhere now, and bits of wall littering the floor. the hole seals itself up almost immediately, which the bandersnatch discovers once it's realized that this is not where it meant to end up, and turns ponderously around to leave, only to find that it can't. cue headbutting of the wall, and clawing at it in distress, which leaves large gouges in the wall that heal over just as quickly.]

((ooc: sorry hi, I went on another AiW binge. at least I don't have to be clever for this one, like I did with the Hatter. >_>;;))

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[stilleatsbugs.livejournal.com]

[there's a Sora of the much shorter variety stalking about the innards of the Dressing Room late this evening, Keyblade in one hand and a thick deck of cards in the other, staying mostly out of sight aside from the, you know, big yellow shoes. stealth isn't very high in his repertoire of skills, anyway. he's a good year and two inches shorter than his other Castle Oblivion counterparts as well.]

[he's on edge, practically folding the cards in half in his fist as he glances over his shoulder constantly, half knowing there's no one suspicious there, half completely distrusting of his own senses. here he was so sure he'd be able to track down this "Superior" and save Naminé, but Marluxia had hardly given a fair description of the guy: "black coat, silver hair." yup, that definitely narrows it down on this world. whatever world he's wandered onto now.]

[if you're in the vicinity, watch out for this one suddenly stepping out directly behind you: Rikus are such a distant memory by now that he might mistake the older ones for his target. Kairis will get a confused, but somehow longing expression, like he's trying to grasp at something that simply isn't there anymore. everybody else will likely be heckled and interrogated.]

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[akubby.livejournal.com]

[This Axel is still rather new to the dressing room, but has learned his way around the place rather quickly.

He manages to find the library without getting too terribly lost in the process, but it's quite empty at this time of night. Furthermore, much to his disappointment, he doesn't find the person he was originally looking for... Pity.

Taking a seat in an armchair, Axel looks quite bored with his surroundings, flicking a flame on and off between his fingers the same way one would flick a cigarette lighter. This, certainly, is quite unsafe, as he is surrounded by very much flammable paper books. Ah well, see if he gives a damn, 'cause he'll just keep sitting here.]