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[biphasic.livejournal.com]

[This is wall. It looks very much like any of the other walls of the DR.



And this is said wall rather abruptly falling to pieces. Or rather, derezzing as what is unmistakably a light disc comes flying through the former wall. For those who know or care about that sort of thing, the lights around it are a very lovely shade of orange.

For those of you who aren't, you may be interested instead in the figure that comes vaulting through the ex-wall - a figure dressed head to toe in black, with accents of light matching the disk (which he catches on its return trip). Who is he? That is a remarkable good question, given the tinted helmet that covers his face. But he's probably not a Vanitas, at least?]

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[fromshadow]

[a reclusive chinchilla Riku has appeared! his hair is getting quite long and has been pulled into a sloppy braid. he's dressed in a worn sweater and jeans with holes in the knees, a small box of children's books tucked against his side and a couple stuffed animals riding on top of it. he looks tired, but seems to be functioning pretty well! who knows why he's been so... not around though. he has been here, however.]

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[rulerofthegrid.livejournal.com]

[A couple of hallways down from where Rinzler appeared, another figure, this one wearing a black coat with glowing orange circuits, is quietly striding through the halls, just looking around before raising a gloved hand and trailing it along the wall, as he wonders if this is just another part of the Grid that he doesn't know about. It's nowhere near as dark, but....you never know...]

[ooc: HEY RINZLER]

Yayyyy.

[caiyen.livejournal.com]

 [There is a crash just down the hallway from a kitchen. And a girl with bright red hair, and bright blue eyes is seen, huffing and puffing as she glares off in the direction of whatever it was she threw. It sounded like glass, but no one ever knows in the dressing room. And that's not really what would make people stare, anyways. It's the cat ears on top of her head, as she regains her composure, and dusts off imaginary dust off of her white blouse.]

Damn, that hurt....I wonder where she went....

[As she rubs the top of her head, she looks around, wondering where she could be, as well.]

[[Ooc: OhgodlongerthanIhoped. Sorry. D8]]

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[skybright]

[training room? check.

a concentrating Sora? check.

darkness starting to swell up over her held out hand? check.

wait, what?

that's right. in this training room, there is a Sora concentrating very hard as she stares at her hand, chewing on her lip to the point of bruising. there's the faintest flicker of darkness around her hand and her excitement gets the better of her. as soon as she loses concentration, even for that split second, the darkness explodes outward like a small bomb before disappearing completely. Sora's thrown to the floor, though her grimace as she gets up is more over her stupidity than any actual physical pain. do come in and berate her for messing with such dangerous forces! or encourage her to fall to darkness, whatever.]

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[walkingspoiler.livejournal.com]

[Well. This is new. Not so much the Xehanort walking down the corridor? But what he's carrying.

It's small, with a little bit of blue fluff on its head. Making a noise. And is currently flailing around a bit in the carrier.

He lifts little Desiree up and peers in at her.]

Getting a bit restless, honey?