Facade LOGS.

Mon, 13 Nov 2006 05:59:17 GMT

Characters: Ed, probably Riku
When: Day 14 (late afternoon)
Where: Zenith Market
Warnings: A short tempered alchemist, need I say more?
Summary: Ed will find the way out or die trying....should be fun
Log:

He had fit all the essential items into a backpack and stalked out of his apartment with no intention of returning. It was the last straw. If he stayed he'd go crazy. He couldn't take it anymore. He'd seen two people that were supposed to be dead , and yesterday was a fox. He still wasn't sure he believed it wasn't a nightmare; but then he checked the entry he had made earlier and it was still there. So was everyone elses for that matter.

He didn't even want to get into thinking about Riku. The guy dissappeared and refused to come out of hiding when he'd asked - on the other hand when he wanted nothing to do with him he'd come hunt him down?! It was offical:the guy loved to piss him off.Only logic behind it.Edward got so angry he didn't even reply to to his last comment.

On top of it all, he had a bruise forming under his eye. He'd learned when he opened the doors to a women's restroom that ladies with big purses were rather dangerous. And no the way out wasn't in there.

Another shop he probably couldn't ever go back to except in disguise after the stunt he pulled breaking into the employee's lounge. And no, the way out wasn't there either.

Most people , mostly women, when they asked him what the hell he was doing when he began opening random doors in their shops took pity on him at his reply'just trying to go home.' They thought he was a lost little kid because of his height. ( Even though he WAS NOT SHORT damn it.) He didn't know whether to be glad this worked to his advantage or annoyed.

Actually he was surprised no one had tried to arrest him. But he wasn't worried. He doubted a jail could put up with him very long.

Day 13

Sun, 12 Nov 2006 23:29:34 GMT

Characters: Riku and anyone who wants to join him
When: Day 13 evening
Where: The Fountain
Warnings: Chaos if people forget that a person can be turned into a lion too.
Summary: Riku's been out of it a whole freaking day, he's thirsty he's roaming.
Log:

Riku slowly dragged himself out of hiding, taking his rather large predatory form from the Black Mask District as he thought of it, to the fountain near the Bronze where Ed usually visited. He was thirsty and in no serious condition to do anything else at the moment, but there was no one around to help him. So he shoved the pain and made his way to the fountain for a drink. Granted the water probably wasn't clean as he would have liked, but he didn't have much choice otherwise now did he?

Wed, 08 Nov 2006 01:19:23 GMT

Characters: Yazoo; anyone else
When: Day 13; evening
Where: Outside a Dusk hotel
Warnings: None…
Summary: Yazoo, desperate for a place to sleep besides the ground and the few unpleasant benches he’s seen, stares longing up at the hotels.
Log:

Traveling between the Forgotten City and Midgar wasn’t easy; the trip usually took days on end, prompting Yazoo and his brothers to sleep outside more than a few times. It was safe to say, for that reason, that the silver haired man was used to sleeping in difficult conditions. But that didn’t mean that he enjoyed it in the slightest; in fact, when possible, Yazoo particularly enjoyed beds. Therefore, when in the middle of a city, he was determined not to sleep outside.

The clone had spent the better part of the day simply meandering around the metropolis he had found himself in, seeing the sights and attempting to find a way to the edge of the city. As it had begun to grow dark, however, Yazoo had decided that it would be wise to find a place to sleep – after all, he could continue looking around in the morning.

The first hotel that he had gone into had held a rather nasty shock. Yazoo had gone to one of the cheaper-looking hotels, on the off-chance that he didn’t have as much Gil as he thought, but when he did go to pay, the silver-haired man was shocked to find that he didn’t have any Gil at all.

With no way to possibly rent a room, and lost in the middle of a city with no one around to stay with, Yazoo had simply committed himself to looking around the city. At the moment, however, the silver-haired clone was staring at one of the better-looking hotels, reflecting that he’d been traveling for quite some time and, that, he could really use a shower.

Mon, 06 Nov 2006 19:35:43 GMT

characters: Edward and Vexen
When: Day 10 possibly 11(?)
Where:Black Mask
Warnings: none that I foresee
Summary: Edward has finally found the Black Mask;basically he's looking for employment.
Log:

Edward eyed the place cautiously as he approached. Ever since he had crossed Zenith Square, maybe it was in his head, maybe he was still messed up from La Peur....but it seemed like a shadow hung over the place and the whole area.

It's......as depressing as Riku! I wonder if this is a good idea. Oh well, I'll find out I guess. I do need a job.

Sat, 04 Nov 2006 03:56:18 GMT

Characters: Rowen and anyone else who comes along
When: Day 11(?)
Where: Zenith Market
Warnings: As long as no females over 18 cross Rowen's path it should remain PG.
Summary: Rowen's looking for a compass.
Log:

He was onto his second notebook on the city. Any spare moment Rowen could find he had been examining the town, looking for any clues, noting all the things out of the ordinary. He wasn't ashamed to admit that the findings of the young Master Elric had given him a great deal of direction in his search. Now he had finally gathered enough money to feel he had some to spare. His first purchase would be something he felt would aid his investigation greatly; a compass. This is what brought him to Zenith Market.

Fri, 03 Nov 2006 23:45:33 GMT

Characters: Sora; open to all
When: Day 10 !!!!
Where: Near the center of town
Warnings: G, for now
Summary: Sora wakes in Faciatta and attempts to find someone he is familiar with.
Log:

So it had happened again. Sora had, by now, grown accustom to finding himself an indefinite amount of miles from home. It didn't mean he particularly cared for it, he simply no longer went through the stage of shock that most people would go through had they found themselves on an entirely different world for no apparent reason.

He stood up and immediately looked around for anything vaguely familiar. It seemed likely that this world was somehow connected to the previous worlds he had visited. Unfortunately, no such thing was found. The streets were entirely different from any other place he had been. There were no heartless (at least not that he noticed) and no familiar faces. Maybe it wasn't the same place...

Sora checked if he could still summon his keyblade. Yep, still there. There was no need for it now though. As he adjusted his clothes (he had woken in a rather uncomfortable position), he noticed a small, hard object in one of his pockets. It was some sort of communication device, complete with directions. A good thing to have. He read through as much of the instructions as he could before he became bored, and wrote a message. If he was lucky, Riku was in the same place and would receive it. Why not try?

After he was satisfied with his entry, he figured it would best to head toward the center of town that the device had alluded to. He thought it'd be his best chance to find someone he knew.

Day 9 - Ghost?

Wed, 01 Nov 2006 02:52:58 GMT

Characters:Ed and if anyone wants to bump into him, feel free.
When: Evening (all hollows eve)
Where: La Peur
Warnings: Might get a bit creepy, but what you expect? Oh and angst. Yup, expect angst. This will not be nice for Ed.
Summary: Edward sees his mother...but wait isn't she dead? No wait, that's not her...

Edward could swear that he he heard screams....no, it was more like wails of terror. He ran onward, his braid bouncing , determined to find the source of the screams. He stopped before a white building. It looked like a church. There. The sound was coming from there.

"Hello?!" he called out. "Hey, do you need help?"

He stepped through and what felt like a wave of nausea instantly slammed into his chest. It was fear. The screams were louder now, and very clear. Curtains obscured his view , so he still couldn't find the source.

Pushing past them, he called out again. "Where are you?! Answer me!"

The curains snagged at him,clinging to him like green shadows, hindering his progress. Apprehension and adrenaline were getting to him more and more with every scream he heard. He tranmutated his auto-mail into a blade and sliced through the curtains.

The center of the room was off damp earth. He might have taken mind of the pit there if not for the person standing before it. Her brown hair was tied in its usual fashion and fell over her shoulder. Her smile reached those benevolent brown eyes.Those eyes had watched him grow up. Edward thought his heart would stop.

"M-mom?"Ed whispered. " Is it really you?"

She smiled at him. "Edward."

Her voice was low and sweet. No one else had that voice.

"Mom...."tears welled up in the boy's eyes. "How?"

Shaking, he took unsteady steps towards her.

"Where is your brother Edward?" his mother whispered.

Ed's eyes widened momentarily. Then he looked away, ashamed. "I'm sorry. I don't know. We got seperated....we...I'm so.."

Suddenly she was right in front of him, her finger on his lips. Her eyes looking right into his. He felt like the emotion was going to kill him.

"My poor child. You must have had a rough time...I know I would feel terrible -"

Ed's eyes grew wider if that were possible. Tricia Elric's form seemed to be changing. Melting way. Into someone like her, but different.

" - if it were my fault that someone I loved were gone. But you know all about that, don't you Edward Elric....you murderer." the new face and voice sneered.

"Sloth....no!" Ed screamed. " Bring her back! Bring my mom back! Why are you here?"

The apparation of the humuculi smiled. "Or what? Will you kill me..her...again?"

"SHUT UP!" the blonde cried, falling to his knees and clutching his head. "Shut up , shut up, SHUT UP!"

Suddenly Edward's body seized , and he felt darkness cloud his vision.

Day Nine, Ghost Virus

Tue, 31 Oct 2006 16:50:09 GMT

Characters: Katou. Open to anyone who happens to be in the Lit de Bronze
When: Day nine, sometime late morning/early afternoon.
Where: In the Lit De Bronze, Hallway by Katou's room.
Warnings: None at the moment.
Summary: Katou sees the ghost like figures of people from his past. =O
Log:

When Katou opened the door to his apartment after coming home from the market, he hadn't been expecting to see anything out of the ordinary. So when he saw his sister sitting in it, knitting in a rocking chair and looking far more pretty than he remembered her being, he froze. It took him a long, long moment to realize that she looked almost transparent.

Almost as soon as he did notice, he saw movement out of the corner of his eye, and looked over quickly. There was a man rushing towards him with his fist raised in the air. Despite the fact that Katou could make out his apartment through the man, it didn't stop him from reacting.

He let out a strangled scream, dropped the groceries, and flung himself backwards, cowering on the floor with his arms covering his head.

Sun, 29 Oct 2006 22:58:49 GMT

Characters: Riku. Open to all Characters
When: Day Seven (He leaves out in the morning, the closer you decide to meet him to Obscura and such the later the day it becomes)
Where: On the road towards Obscure, as well as around (He's hunting down the Black Mask)
Warnings: Its' a matter of what you bring to the party, Riku's a decent guy after all.
Summary: Riku's looking for the Black Mask, anyone he meets, he meets, but preferably he would like to meet up with Vexen at the Black Mask. Not insisting just suggesting.
Log:

Riku looked around at the new locations finally having snuck away from Edward enough that he could go. The potion worked rather well, he didn't feel some of the aches from previous battles and he was content to just look about. Each part of the city almost seemed to have a theme, the places that inspired dark or negative feelins seemed lumped in a general direction. So with that in mind and the fact the place was called the 'Black Mask' Riku began his walk under an overcast sky.

Sun, 29 Oct 2006 04:41:31 GMT

Day 5 -- Walking Around
Characters: Ed and anyone who wants to tackle him (nudges Harle)
When: Day 5 -- Mid Day
Where: Town Square by the fountain
Warnings: I don't really have any.But that's speaking for my character.
Summary: Ed's just taking a break after poking around. Walking can be tiring. He's planning his next move.

Ed walked along the paved street mumbling to himself. "Allright....that old bag said something about "Zenith Market" , ao if I find that place..."

He stopped and looked around. It seemed that he had walked into some kind of square. Still, it was hard to be sure of the center of a place that just seemed to expand. However, today he was not trying to escape. He was just trying to get his bearings and find the Black Mask.

He walked over to the large fountain in the center of the square and sat on the edge to rest his feet and to at more x's and dots to map that only he would comprehend.

The trickling sound of the water and the light spray on his back reminded him of his and Al's first trip to the desert town of Liore - he smiled remembering how they had walked in the desert for what seemed a life time. Then , he had rushed to a fountain in a square not unlike this one at full tilt;he fully intended to dive in. Until he realized that the water was wine.

He laughed softly reminicing.

Day 5 -- Job Hunting

Sun, 29 Oct 2006 01:45:36 GMT

Characters: Layla, and anyone else interested!
When: Day 7 -- Evening/Night.
Where: Would you...call it the 'club' district? The general area where bars are. (XD I've been in the sun all day, excuse me.)
Warnings: Gonna say PG just because I'm...sure nothing horrible will happen. XD But Layla has a mouth.
Summary: Layla's given in to the fact that she's stuck here a while and is not jobless. She can't keep selling off the stuff she wears and she'll be damned to get rid of her gun...so she's looking for a job.
Log:

It's a good thing these boots are comfortable, she noted idly as she walked down the sidewalk with her fingers buried in her pants pockets. She had a funny feeling she would be walking a long time. Layla had given in -- if only just a little. She needed a source of income, and even though it might be temporary, it needed to be something she was good at.

That was what she was frowning at the cement for -- it hadn't personally wronged her in any way, but it sure seemed like it. She was good at only a few things, even fewer of which were marketable. Murder was most likely illegal wherever she was -- so that was definitely off the list. She doubted there was anyone around who needed a bodyguard. The last pragmatic course of action was to find a bar to work in -- her mother had been a bartender, and had taught her a few things. Layla could flair with the best of them.

Or at least she was hoping she could -- she knew nothing about the bar scene around this...place. Well, she thought, it's worth a try.

Day 6 - Echoes, anyone

Sun, 29 Oct 2006 01:18:20 GMT

Characters: Echoes [ekozu], open to all
When: Day 6 (I think? XD I'm horrible with time.)
Where: Somewhere near La Mélancolie.
Warnings: PG-13. Echoes has some previous, graphic injuries.
Summary: Due to the poison, Echoes is chilling and slowly healing his wounds. He'd be up to 'talking' though!
Log: 'It is indeed a very pretty place, here.'

A large building of some sort loomed in the background as Echoes sat on a park bench, swinging his legs mildly. His neck had finally stopped bleeding, praise whatever was up there. His arm was starting to get tired.

However, there was the problem of a neck smeared with blood. Echoes had attempted to clean it off, but his 'coat' was already so dirty it just made it look like he was some sort of zombie. And he could only imagine how his chest looked.

'... I look like a hobo, don't I? Oh, well...'

Poor Echoes.

Day three going four

Wed, 25 Oct 2006 02:58:47 GMT

Characters: Riku and Edward Elric
When: Late night day three so late that when this took place it became offically day four
Where: Edwards apartment at the Bronze
Warnings: (Shrugs) Got any warnings for them Edward-mun?
Summary: Ed accidently hacked Riku's private convo... So yes he must now be beaten
Log:

Riku sat at the window in what proved to be correct, a rather cheap ass room. But it was a roof over the head, and Riku wasn't going to complain. But it had been painful to start writing to Kairi, to open that channel between himself and the girl. If for no other reason then because he was not yet removed from the situation. His wounds were still too open, too fresh and yet here he was trying to... In that Riku didn't know.
But then Edward had to pipe up in the journal... thankfully after Riku's conversation with Kairi. But it was enough, at least for the moment to distract him from his more moody thoughts... So! Riku stood up typing with one hand, and carrying his pillow out of his room towards Edward.

said convo prior to fight if you want to know.
LOG OR POST GOES HERE.

Day 4; Active

Mon, 23 Oct 2006 04:22:24 GMT

Characters: Roxas, Axel and Hayner
When: Day 4; Afternoon
Where: Fountain...Place-y
Warnings: G?
Summary: Axel watches while Roxas performs several, clearly, death defying skateboard stunts. Then, after a smartass comment from Axel, Roxas encounters an innocent by-stander named Hayner
Log:

Axel watched as Roxas rode his skateboard around the plaza, an amused smirk tugging at the corner of his mouth. Roxas' was much better at skateboarding than he used to be, but Axel could still remember the days when he used to fall on his face every time he tried a trick. Of couse, Axel couldn't skateboard at all; however, that didn't stop him from making fun of Roxas. After all, what else was he here for?

"Hey! Roxas, are you thinking of going for a swim?" Axel called out when Roxas attempted to do a trick off the edge of the fountain. He raised his eyebrows as he waited eagerly, with any luck Roxas would be taking a swim in the fountain.

Mon, 23 Oct 2006 04:20:52 GMT

Characters: Rowen and Layla. Anyone else is welcome of course.
When: Day 4. Evening
Where: Obscuro
Warnings: Rowen will probably be quite flirty so PG-13
Summary: Rowen waiting at Obscuro to meet up (he hopes) with Layla.
Log:

Rowen entered the establishment known as Obscuro and inhaled deeply through his nose, taking in the scents of the place. He tried to identify any alcohols he knew of, especially that one fine drink always associated with pirates, rum. From the smell of things the place had quite a variety and excellent decor. He marvelled at the setting, nice and dark. Almost reminded Rowen of the eternal twilight of his birthplace.

Seeing a nice seat with a good view of the entrance and excellent proximity to the bar itself Rowen sat down and eyed the entrance when it hit him. "How in blazes will I recognize her?"

Day 3

Sun, 22 Oct 2006 20:32:47 GMT

Characters: Riku, and anyone who finds him
When: Early afternoon
Where: Riku's roaming around
Warnings: G
Summary: Riku is finally strong enough to roam around the city on his own. Thus he is...
Log:

Riku rolled his neck after stepping out of the church, and into the light of day again since he arrived. The sun had already reached it's peak but he decided he still had some time to check out the city. He knew he looked roughed up, he'd have to get some new clothes, and as his mind went towards self maintence he thought of other things. 'Need a place to stay, can't bum here forever, which means I need Munny, which also means I need a job, it's not like that witch ever paid me for my services.' Not that he had ever asked for payment, his focus having been finding Sora and Kairi, then Kairi when he realized Sora wouldn't help him look. Or so he thought. Turning his thoughts away from himself for the time being he walked down the steps and into the city, taking the road on his right.

LOG OR POST GOES HERE.

Day Three -- Rika, Katou, Kira, and possibly Ed

Sat, 21 Oct 2006 15:02:17 GMT

Characters: Rika Furude [haveaprophecy], Katou Yue [yeydrugs], Kira Sakuya [heptagonal] and possibly Edward Elric [a_military_dog].
When: Day Three to Four, afternoon.
Where: The Lit de Bronze, Kira and Katou's room.
Warnings: PG-13. Katou's a potty mouth.
Summary: Rika, park-bench girl, needs a place to stay. She turns up on Kira and Katou's doorsteep to see if this place is to her liking.
Log: Rika didn't like this place.

There was something about it that made it creepier then the temple's she'd passed by on the way here. Maybe it was the old men who kept turning to stare at her, or maybe it was the creeky floorboards and the way the paint was peeling off the walls. Or perhaps it was the way it reminded her so much of home - the place where Oyashiro-sama's statue was kept looked like this.

Either way, she didn't like it here, and she was so grateful when she came to that nice mister's - what was his name? Kira? - doorway. Suddenly feeling a bit timid, she stood there for a good while before gathering the courage to knock.

He seemed like a nice guy when she'd talk to him... Hopefully, he was that way in real life.

The first two days

Thu, 19 Oct 2006 12:58:43 GMT

Characters: Ryudo, any else who care to join.
When: Day 2, noon.
Where: [Where the RP takes place.]
Warnings: None at the moment.
Summary: Still trying to carve out a path for himself, Ryudo takes to the trees.
Log:

All Ryudo could remember is as recent as a blinding flash of light that had ripped him from the visage of the massive Divine Sword, to this mysterious place. Away from his friends, away from his home. Home? Ah...the village of swordsmen, where he was once abolished, then reallowed after vanquishing his brother Melfice, freeing him from Valmar's grasp.

But this fate was still more damnable than most...as a god of darkness reawakened in his world, here he was powerless to do anything about it.

With Skye upon his shoulder and Maken Valborg at his side, however, Ryudo was ready to cut himself a new path. He had taken to the seclusion of forests in favor of the bustling city. Those who wished to hire his sword were too few and far between to contact him within two days, however, and his ingenuiety and pet bird were all he had to rely on. Two days of camping were hardly a chore, for he was used to such things, being a man who had seen many a long stretch of road. Ryudo was not a man who would not compromise safety, for he had it in abundance. Few have faced his sword in battle, save training, and lived to tell of his skill.

Kira and Katou; Complete

Thu, 19 Oct 2006 02:44:43 GMT

Characters: Kira and Katou.
When: Day two, evening.
Where: Lit de Bronze; Katou's apartment
Warnings: PG-13ish. There is some eluding to a boner and the like.
Summary: Katou and Kira meet up at Katou's apartment, and Katou offers Kira a place to stay.
Log:
Katou stood outside his apartment building, smoking and looking around. He wasn’t sure if his description of the building was very good since he wasn’t the greatest at describing anything, so he figured he could always stand outside and hail Kira if Kira happened to walk by.

Kira had managed to figure out easily enough which place Katou had been talking about -- for once, Katou's description had actually been helpful -- and he was currently heading straight for the building. There was a problem, though, he realize when he got inside: He had no idea which room was Katou's.

Katou sighed. After waiting for what felt like a very long time, he decided that Kira probably wasn’t going to show up. He’d have to go look for him later. He went inside and… saw Kira. He wondered how Kira had gotten past him for a moment, before he snuck up behind Kira and wrapped his arms around his neck. “Hey!”

Kira was surprised by the contact. He'd been standing there, smoking, trying to decide what to do about the room issue, when he was suddenly bombared with Katou-hugs. ...Really, not that he minded, although he wasn't the type to go around admitting he didn't mind. "Hey," he said affectionately, trying to hold the cigarette up to avoid accidentally setting anything on fire. "How're you?"

“Good,” Katou said, letting go of Kira and feeling somewhat sheepish. When he first showed up and realized he wasn’t in Tokyo, he had been afraid that he wasn’t going to see Kira again, so he supposed he was probably overreacting now. “What are you doing standing in the middle of the hall?”

"Trying to figure out what the hell room you were staying in," Kira answered, sticking the cigarette into his mouth. "You forgot to tell me, genius-boy."

“You forgot to ask,” Katou said, before leading the way to his room. “It comes with coffee, which is pretty cool I guess. But other than that it’s kinda shitty.” He opened up his door. It was already kind of a mess, with Katou’s blanket and pillow thrown haphazardly on the floor.

"It probably beats sleeping on the sidewalk," Kira pointed out, kicking the pillow out of his immediate path. "Good coffee? Or the crappy kind?" He sat down on the bed, bouncing as it made conspicuous creaking noises.

“Not really,” Katou said, shrugging . “And it’s crappy, but hell, it’s coffee so I ain’t complaining. Like I could ever afford the good kind in the first place.”

"I offered to buy you a latte once," said Kira, laying back down on the bed and taking a deep inhale of his cigarette. "You said it was for faggots."

“It’s is. Real men drink coffee, you know. I’m not sure if we’re allowed to smoke in here, you know,” Katou said, though he hadn’t bothered to put out his own smoke and the room had the distinct air of having been smoked less than an hour earlier.

"It's a shithole. Of course we're allowed to smoke," Kira reasoned, staring up at the ceiling. Occasionally he just held his cigarette up and watched the smoke drift toward the ceiling. Other times, he took in deep drags and practically spat the smoke out in one big stream. "And of course they do. That's why I was going to buy coffee for me and a latte for you."

Katou bristled. “What the fuck are you implying by that?!” he snapped, sitting heavily beside Kira. “You’re way more of a faggot than I am.”

Kira snickered, blowing smoke in Katou's general direction -- he wasn't positioned right or feeling quite cruel enough to blow it directly into the blond's face -- and said, in a mildly annoying falsetto, "Ohhh, Kira-san! It's Katou! You're so big and strong and handsome and manly! At night I dream about you riding up to rescue me on a white horse!" Okay, Kira highly doubted Katou actually dreamed that, but he knew it would provoke an amusing reaction. "Take me away!"

Katou growled, grabbed Kira’s cigarette out of his hand and threw it across the room. “Don’t be a faggot,” Katou snapped. “You wish.”

Kira jumped up, hurrying to the cigarette's landing place and quickly stomping it out. "What were you thinking?! You could've set the place on fire!" Okay, maybe a not-so-amusing reaction, then. Except it would have been pretty funny, were it not for the cigarette-hurling.

Katou shrugged. “Well, I didn’t, now did I?” He grinned. “Chill out. Anyway, do you got a place to stay?”

Kira sighed. "Does the sidewalk count as a place?" he asked.

Katou frowned. “You wanna stay with me?” he asked. After all, he did owe Kira for getting him a place back in Tokyo, and for letting Katou stay with him and his dad before that. “At least until you get your own damned place.”

Kira smiled, vaguely touched. Even if Katou was only doing it to repay his debt, Katou didn't exactly make a habit of repaying his debts in the first place, a fact Kira knew better than almost anyone. "Sure," he said. "Sounds good."

“Cool. You owe me a joint for my generosity.” Why Katou had a pack of smokes on his person and not a single drug was beyond him.

"As soon as I find a way to get some, then, I'll give you one. Promise."

“So, didja find anything interesting in this place so far?” Katou had really only gone out once to some temple to meet some guy, but he hadn’t really looked around too much. “Any babes?”

"Not yet," said Kira, leaning against the wall. "But maybe soon..." If there were hot girls anywhere near, after all, Kira'd be the one person who could drive them out of hiding. Kira? Arrogant? Never.

“Oh hey, do you got any aspirin?” Katou asked. His head still hurt from banging it against the bottom of the bed, and the coffee hadn’t really helped (actually, it had done the opposite of help). “And you wanna go out and explore tomorrow or something?”

"Not on me, but when we exchange our currency, we can probably buy some," Kira's focus shifted to Katou once again, and he looked very worried. Part of him hoped to see Setsuna around somewhere, but he was becoming increasingly worried that that wasn't going to happen. "And sure. We might as well get acquainted with this place until we find a way out."

Katou stared at him. “Something the matter?” he asked.

"Are you okay?" Kira said. He frowned, looking away. "I mean... asprin?"

“Oh yeah,” Katou said, shrugging. “I just hit my head this morning is all.”

Kira finally went back to sit beside Katou. He just nodded, not saying anything else, and started to play with Katou's hair.

“Mm?” Katou blinked, watching curiously. “Are you sure you’re okay?”

"Yeah," Kira said. "I'm sure." I just don't know what the hell is going on here.

Katou frowned a little, but continued to let Kira play with his hair. “So, I’ll take the blanket and you take the pillow then?” He had the feeling these apartments weren’t meant for two.

Kira considered that. A night with no blanket sounded like a cold night indeed. "We can't share?" he asked, pulling his hand away from Katou's hair and raising an eyebrow.

“No, that’s gay,” Katou said. “’Sides, I’m sure you’d rather sleep on the bed. If you want, you can take the blanket too.”

Kira rolled his eyes. So that's what this was about, was it? Katou's sexual insecurities. "Hey," Kira said, "you've known me for how many years? Have I ever made a move on you before? Quit worrying."

Katou shrugged. “Like I said, I bet you’d rather sleep on the bed anyways. You can keep the pillow and the blanket.”

"Where are you going to sleep, then? We can share the bed."

“I don’t want the bed,” Katou said, shrugging. “I can’t sleep on it. I’ll sleep on the floor.”

Kira snorted. Katou was just being strange now. "Why don't you want it? You really don't have anything to be so terrified and homophobic about, you know."

“I can’t sleep on it,” Katou said. “I tried last night and it wasn’t working.”

"Okay, okay," Kira relented, both amused and annoyed. "Fine, you can sleep on the floor. But at least take the pillow with you. That floor's probably hard."

Katou snorted. “I bet it’s softer than the bed. Seriously, I’ve got arms for that.”

Kira shoved the pillow into Katou's hands. "Take it," he insisted.

Katou rolled his eyes, then tossed it on the floor. “Fine. When you want it back, just ask.”

"I'm not going to want it back," was Kira's response. Part of him was well-aware he was acting like a goddamn child about all this, but so was Katou, so that made it okay, right? Suddenly Kira was horrified, although he didn't let it show on his face. That was such foolishly human reasoning! Kira could hardly believe himself. It had only been eleven years, and yet... Kira resisted the urge to shake his head in attempt to shake himself out of this silliness, opting for running a hand through his hair instead, tousseling his own bangs. He hoped that action would seem slightly less suspicous, at least. "Anyway, you're being..." But this time, Kira stopped himself.

“I’m being what?” Katou asked, looking at Kira suspiciously. “I can’t sleep on the bed so I’m being a dickweed?”

Kira shook his head, smiling involuntarily at that. "That wasn't what I was going to say," he said. "Although, if the shoe fits...." Kira smirked at Katou and leaned back, stertching across the bed, both arms apparently reaching for either the sky or the wall behind the bed.

“Then what were you going to say?” Katou asked, frowning at him.

Kira waved the question off before folding his arms behind his neck. "Nothing," he said. "It's hardly important, anyway. Don't worry your cute little head about it." He shuffled a little, trying to find a comfortable spot on the bed without much avail.

“It ain’t cute,” Katou snapped. Girls were cute. He wasn’t. He laid down on the ground. “You wanna get to sleep?”

Kira wasn't expecting such an intense reaction, so, eyes a little wide, he said, "Yeah, okay." and proceeded to attempt to make himself comfortable, pulling the blanket clear up to his chin. "Goodnight, Katou."

“Night,” Katou said, shoving the pillow under the bed and following it.

Kira blinked when he saw Katou go under the bed. A minute later, he grabbed the blanket and went under there too, trying to put the blanket around both of them. "You're right. Those beds are shit. I don't think I couldn't sleep on it, either."

Katou laughed, grabbing the blanket. “So, why’re you coming under the bed too?”

"It'll be warmer if we get close and share the blanket," said Kira sensibly, reaching for the blanket and taking hold to prevent Katou from grabbing it away completely.

Katou sighed. He really couldn’t argue with that logic. “I wasn’t aware poor wittle Kira had never been cold before,” Katou teased, but moved over on his pillow so that Kira could get on it too.

Kira chuckled. "When you're this hot, being cold really isn't a common occurance..." he pointed out, resting his head on the pillow. It put his face awkwardly close to Katou's, yeah, but they were both mature individuals. At the very least, they weren't children. They could easily handle --

HAHAHAHAHAHA. No. Katou? "Mature"? Maybe in Bizarro World. Kira turned away, so that his friend would be slightly less freaked out.

Katou flushed slightly when he saw just how close Kira was to him, and rolled over, his back facing Kira almost immediately. “What the fuck?”

"Excuse me?" Kira said. Well, that was a weird reaction, wasn't it? -- Or was it, really? Suspicions began to form at the back of Kira's mind.

“What the fuck?” Katou asked again. “What were you trying to do, huh?”

"Get warm and comfortable?" said Kira, turning back around to face Katou. "You don't have to be so touchy about it. People might think you were hiding something..." He arched one eyebrow, waiting to see how Katou was going to take that.

“I ain’t hiding –“ Katou had been about to sit up, but instead his head made contact with the underside of the bed. Again. “Fuck,” he moaned, laying back down. “I ain’t hiding nothing.”

"Are you going to be okay?" Kira asked tonelessly.

“Uh huh,” Katou muttered, rubbing his forehead. “No problem.”

"You're acting weird."

“I ain’t,” Katou said, rolling onto his side again so his back was to Kira. “Night.”

Just to see what would happen, Kira yawned, "Night!" and put an arm around Katou, cuddling as close as he could.

Katou stiffened. “What are you doing?” he asked.

"Staying warm..." Kira grinned from ear-to-ear, going so far as to rest his cheek against Katou's. This was very interesting, indeed. Okay, so he'd told Katou he wouldn't put the moves on him, but... dammit, this was entirely too tempting.

Entirely.

Katou coughed. Well, it wasn’t like he and Kira never hugged before. And how was this any different? Really, how was it? It wasn’t. If it wasn’t any different they why was he… He turned and shoved Kira off of him quickly. “Back off,” he snapped.

"Katou?" said Kira, half-questioningly, half-amused. "You seem ansty. Sure you're all right?"

“I’m sure I’m fine. Don’t touch me again,” Katou growled.

"You don't usually get this het up every time I touch you..." said Kira, eyes twinkling. He was fully facing Katou now, hand resting on his chin, propping his head up. "Are you horny under that blanket or something?"

“No!” Katou growled, perhaps a little too soon. “I mean it Kira. Shut up.”

"Okay, okay. Goodnight, Katou. See you in the morning." Kira lay down again, turning away from Katou and closing his eyes.

Katou blinked, then turned his head (it was kind of hard to do considering the fact that he refused to turn his body towards Kira, so he settled for just being able to see the top of Kira). That was a little too easy. He shrugged, pulled about as far from Kira as he could while still keeping the blanket and the pillow, and closed his eyes too.

"Hey, Katou," Kira said, a couple seconds later without moving or turning around.

“Hm?” Katou asked, keeping his eyes closed despite the fact that he wasn’t really tired any more.

"Nothing. Nevermind." Kira couldn't help smiling to himself, and he hoped Katou wasn't looking at him. His eyes were still closed, so he wouldn't really know.

Katou was silent for a moment, debating whether or not he actually wanted to keep his mouth shut and not know or not. “Tell me.”

"I..." Kira stopped and mentally counted to ten before he said, "I... You know what? Nevermind."

Katou tensed. This didn’t sit well with him. Not one bit. “You what? Tell me!”

"Nothing. It's not important." Kira tried to sound lofty, unconcerned, like it really wasn't a big deal. But his smile was wide, and his amusement was probably difficult to keep out of his voice.

“Tell me!” Katou snapped, turning around so he was facing Kira’s back entirely. “What?!”

"It's really nothing. Seriously, forget about it." Kira had managed to stop smiling -- for the most part, occasionally. The corner of his lips occasionally twitched. "It's no big deal."

“I’ll tickle you.”

"...."

Kira's smile became a frown, and his eyes opened. He really hated to be tickled, and he didn't want to give Katou an excuse to exploit his weak spot. "Okay, okay," he relented, trying to think of something to actually say. Really, he'd just been trying to bug Katou. "It's boring as hell, though."

“Tell,” Katou said, his eyes narrowed in Kira’s general direction (he was actually looking at a spot just above and to right of his ear).

Kira sighed, rolling over to face Katou again. "I was just going to say that I think the floor is kind of lumpy. I told you, it's not a big deal." He just hoped Katou would buy that.

Katou frowned, sure that that hadn’t been what Kira was going to say, but turned back over and didn’t say anything.

Kira breathed a sigh of relief and rolled back over, closing his eyes. In minutes, he was asleep.

Katou, unfortunately, didn’t have the same luck, and he stayed awake for the entirety of the night, not once looking over at Kira (or even taking his eyes of a spot on the wall).

Day One - Active

Tue, 17 Oct 2006 03:53:05 GMT

Characters: Kei, any character willing to run into him.
When: Day 1; Late Afternoon
Where: City's center.
Warnings: Most likely Kei's mouth.
Summary: Kei tries to adjust to his new surroundings.
Log:

Kei stopped as he entered what looked like the center of the city. He had been wondering around since her arrived here, searching for something, anything. Only to no avail.

He had concluded that he wasn't brought to this world by Gantz. After all, if it was from Gantz the people of the area wouldn't be able to see him, and there'd be alien walking around ready for him to kill. Still, there was no way he was going to mention Gantz out in the open here. He didn't want his head exploding after all.

A low grumble bubbled in his stomach. He was hungry. He hadn't been able to get any food since her arrived here. It wasn't like he tried. Even if he had money on him in his pajamas, it would be useless here. The currancy was this stuff called "munny." Honestly, he though it sounded like some cheap pun from a little kid's video game.

Luckily for him thought, other than his suit, Kei did keep something useful on him. He dug in his pockets and pulled out a small device. In the Gantz game the device had several uses. One was the it tracked down both the aliens and the other players in the area. However, that ability wasn't what Kei was after. Hopefully, this would work.

Pressing the button he waited for a moment. Then a smirk spread across his lips when he noticed his body start to shimmer away. The cloaking device still worked. This was going to have to get him buy until he could find out a way to make some cash.

Looking around he saw a cart where the bender was saling pastries of some sort. That was as good as any. He walked towards the cart and stood there for a moment until the bender turned away. Kei seized the oppurtunity to grab two of the pastries and hurry away. Once he was behind the wall of one of the buildings, he undid the cloaking device and sat down on the ground where he would enjoy the pastries.

Day 1; Organization Meeting; Active

Mon, 16 Oct 2006 02:45:57 GMT

Characters: Xemnas & All other members of Organization XIII [Unless you indicate that your character is NOT there, I will assume all members are attending, even if they do not interact at all.]
When: Day 1; Early Afternoon
Where: Mas Corrida; Top Floor
Warnings: None.
Summary: Xemnas calls the Organization members together for one final meeting.
Log:

Normally, the top floor of Mas Corrida is completely sealed off, but today was a special day. On this day, the elevator would take Organization members, where the doors would open up into the white-walled meeting room. The ceiling seemed impossibly high and stretching up into the sky were a set of chairs; one for each member.

Xemnas' seat was near the front of the room and it waited, hands curling on the arms of his chair. Silence stretched out before him as he waited for all the members to take their seats and then he lifted his head, his mouth curling into a cold smile.

"Today, begins the experiment to end all experiments. The knowledge we will gain here will allow us to full utilize the power of Kingdom Hearts and finally regain what we have all been denied. You must all blend in among these text subjects and act as if you are one of them, but your true purpose is to investigate how the heart functions and responds. To bring the heart to a new level I have placed four temples in the city, which will manipulate the different states of the heart," Xemnas paused and let his gaze pass over each person present, "You must manipulate and bring these states to their peaks so that we may observe and capture the true essence of the heart in the final temple..."