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[venitas.livejournal.com]

[Ven's exploring today. Nothing unusual. And so far, he hasn't run into any unpleasant surprises either.

Until of course, he comes across a certain room. It used to have a sign to warn people away. But the DR's decided Ven needs his share of awkwardness.

And that's how Ven found himself in the tentacle room. He's got his keyblade out, trying to cut away the tentacles binding one of his legs and and arms. And doesn't seem to be making much progress.]

[ooc: Usual drill. Likely to have spoilerface.]

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[finallya-hero.livejournal.com]

[Arrivals from the future DR usually come in fighting. But not this time.

No. The 33 year old Zack and, very large dog walking beside him have no problems at the moment except for the fact that, they're no longer in their time.

Also they're hungry. To the kitchen!]

[ooc: Older didibecomeahero  Have fun.]

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[memorizedbond.livejournal.com]

How does that even make any sense?

[blinks and looks around the place, IS NOT AMUSED by the development]

Seriously? Again? Maaaaan, why can't I just hang out with my friends without being dragged to some super duper weird place that doesn't need my help?

... okay that doesn't happen that much but come on.

[ruffles his hair in frustration, causing an even bigger mess of it... that springs right back into place, as one would expect of his magic gravity defying spikes.]

Welp, better find my way around and get used to this place again.
Hopefully I won't be here any longer than last time.



[ooc: This Sora's gimmick is he absorbed Axel when Axel died, and so now he kind of acts like Axel and knows a few things Sora should not know, but Axel would so he knows them. Also his keyblade is Bond of Fire now... just auto set to it. I am quite aware this is sort of a dumb AU but I made the icons, why let them go to waste....also if you've seen me from before, yes, I have returned... derf]

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[lower-case-x.livejournal.com]

[It's been a long time coming, but at least one of Xeha's projects seems to be coming to fruition. Given various things, he hasn't really been thinking about it, but...
He's got a nice little computer sitting in front of him on one of the kitchen tables - sleek, shiny, a little integrated system with no obvious power source. From panels in the side, it's possible to see faint yellow glows.

And on the screen, a bare-bones command line prompt. Browsing a book nearby, he pops in commands - text and crude graphics work their way onto the monitor.

He smiles. Magic and technology. Just up his street.]