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[Thin, worn out and clearly having been on the wrong side of a fight; burnt, bruised and bleeding in some places suggest at least Vexen(AKA:Mr Hyde) had a good time, leaving Even to deal with whatever consequences. He's been reluctant to attempt using potions so far since he'd rather not find out the hard way if it reacted badly with the chemical cocktail in his blood. It needed more testing... and some stronger cages for those mice wouldn't go amiss either.
For now, Even would have simply liked to pass out for a century or two- instead his room has been redecorated with numerous and exceedingly fabulousgarish suits. Standing outside the room, between this and his injuries, he's quite sure he doesn't want to know.
Mr Palm, we believe you've been previously introduced to Mr Face, correct?]
You don't want to know, you don't want to know, you don't want to know... | | |
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[Sora is practically bouncing down the hall today, with the biggest grin you've ever seen. He's looking for ![[info]](http://l-stat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif) saphire_wave but anyone can feel free to say hi. ] | | |
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[Watch your step going down the hall by the simulation room, since someone's been dripping blood all over the place. Sort of inconsiderate, yes, but he's looking for a bathroom to wash off in, since he's nearly covered in it. Busy day, you know how it is.] | | |
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[There's music coming from that room over there. Anyone curious enough to peek through the open door would see Namine cleaning her room while listening to the CD player, occasionally singing along.
Really, the clean was waaaay overdue. She's not as tidy as some other Namines. Various art supplies that haven't been put away yet can probably still be seen here and there.] | | |
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[There's a sound of a giant piece of glass breaking far off, and if someone would investigate, they would find a Roxas and Xion on the ground, disoriented. There are strands of Darkness emanating in the air, but it's unclear who exactly is more injured.]
[ooc: canon bumped.] | | |
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[ Oh look, it's Larxene. He's not up to his usual mischief today! In fact, it looks like he's getting a taste of divine justice. He can be found in a room that looks perfectly innocent, empty but for two key things: one is Larxene himself, bound to the wall by long chains connected to his wrists and neck. The other is the very large bell hanging from the ceiling. It's sturdy, and appears to be made of iron. But none of this is really harmful, right? Just inconvenient? Larx doesn't think so. While he's sitting on the floor, expression bored and calmly focused on that bell, his breathing is shallow and labored. ] | | |
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[ Greetings, intergalactic civilians. What will you find today?
( 2n Mg + (C2F4))n → 2n MgF2 (s) + 2n C (s) & Ba(NO3)2 + 5 Mg → BaO + N2 + 5 MgO )
Well, in this one room, a hooded figure was mixing a few things in what seems to be a large oil drum -- there were two more beside it. What black powder was she putting inside it? The trained eye would point out the obvious, while the naive and young would just watch and stare. Said hooded figure grabs a pair of sunglasses as she lit what seemed to be a fuse, at least two feet long. One on each, even!
It was lit. She walked towards the entrance of the door, using the wall for cover.
Boom.
Enjoy some fireworks, kids. II held the yellow shades up her face. She's still classy with it even with only one eye. ] | | |
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[It was just another day, you know. Typical DR antics, until...
Well, in one of the halls there appears to be the entrance to a cave now. Just there, right in the wall. Residents of Destiny Islands should find this cave incredibly familiar, from the mushrooms along the ground to the chalk drawings on the wall and, of course, the door.
Close to the door they might find this Riku looking extremely distressed. Nostalgia? Perhaps.
Take the raft and go, huh? Just the two of you? --
It’s been clear for some time that they no longer have room for you in their hearts. --
Unless you’ve been watching us, I seriously doubt you know anything about them… or me. --
You have done well… Keybearer. It is thanks to you that this world, like so many others, will fall into darkness… Rejoice; you shall be free, but not without a cost--
He steps back, glancing at the door, then at a...certain drawing that started it all.]
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[Namines aren't necessarily known for their speed, strength, magic abilities or really any kind of fighting style at all. They generally avoid conflict at any costs, considering they have no weapons to summon it's probably a good idea, but today, it seems that Namine has decided to change all of that for herself. With her nail bat in hand, she is training in the simulation room, just whacking away at some different kinds of heartless. It's time to stop being so defenseless. It's pretty obvious how sloppy her style is, so a little advice would be much appreciated.] | | |
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[This girl isn't really seen that often due to keeping to herself most of the time. But she's been even more scarce lately.
The reason? Well, it's probably obvious just by looking at her now. Still in the outfit she got stuck in on Halloween. But the blood staining the white schoolgirl top around the hole in the material over her ribs and back, is definitely not fake. Nor are the scars on her left arm made by the thorns in the vines that had restrained her. There's a scar visible through the holes in her top as well.
Despite the fact that her wounds have healed, enough to scar anyway, she still doesn't seem to be quite back at 100% yet. Tired, weak, and definitely not happy.]
[ooc: Someone annoyed Marluxia and got killed even after promising to be careful. No "I told you so's" please.]
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[ crash -- that's the sound of riku kicking down an old door and coughing up dust, covered in cobwebs.
looks like someone must've been stuck there for a while. ] | | |
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[in the middle of the hallway, there is a huge beautiful black and white frosted cake, covered with nonpareils and sprinkles -- it is very inviting, but strangely, it seems to be moving a bit from within. And that seems to be the frantic voice of a Sora coming from somewhere... let's all put two and two together.]
[ooc - HAPPY BIRTHDAY, SORA. I have been torturing playing him for three years today, and boy has he grown up. He is 19 years old today, and is stuck in a cake ...... and a chastity belt. The DR knows what you did for your 18th, Sora. It knows. Please help him out and love him~] | | |
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[Behold! A kitchen. A very trashed kitchen. Through the haze of smoke, one might be able to see flour, eggs, and other such things littering every available surface (including the floor and part of the ceiling). The microwave gave up the ghost a long time ago, and the oven seems to be cowering back in fear because it's next.
Ri is standing amidst the rubble, glaring at a splattered cookbook. He's covered in... well, you probably don't want to know but it looks like chocolate. He's trying to make a birthday cake. Flee for your lives.]
You stupid book! Why didn't you tell me I needed a double-boiler thingy?! The microwave should be able to melt anything!
[OOC: It's his Sora's birthday! Help Ri not burn down the kitchen plz.] | | |
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[An explosion, and something looks to be thrown through a wall and into a lounge. Two somethings, in fact.
The first is a white-haired teenager with a keyblade - yeah, like those aren't common enough, though not in this particular form...
The second's a bit different. A flickering silver figure, patterns of light swirling over it and marking out a heart on its chest, with a hazy 'tail' below it seemingly connecting to the boy.
Somehow, despite not having anything like a real expression, it looks baffled as the boy bursts out laughing helplessly, before it fades into the air.
Xeha eventually stretches, looks around, lets the 'blade vanish from his hand. Another laugh. He can't believe it. Back here? Now?]
...How did I forget this place?
[He just hopes no-one's touched his stuff.] | | |
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[a set of double doors suddenly swing open early this morning - she never really had a proper sense of day and night in the castle - and a girl Sora wanders through, expression switching from slightly worried, to shocked, to bewildered.]
Whoa... Naminé?
[it's been 25 days since she picked a fight and lost to Axel, and subsequently woke up back home - 25 days to go about her business, and to be properly and completely broken.] | | |
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[Who likes paper work?
Well, regardless of like or dislike this room is full of it. Floor to ceiling, wall to wall with filing cabinets- surely somewhere out there this is probably someone's idea of hell. Though Lucrecia is here quite voluntarily, pawing through a stack of folders at a desk nearish to the door, she's hardly enjoying what she's reading. Eventually she finds she can't look at the file she was reading anymore and throws it away from her giving a yell of frustration? anger? sadness? it's hard to tell. The woman rests her head in her hands a short while before going to pick the file up and gather the scattered papers from it.] | | |
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[Anyone near the chocobo stables can probably hear a very loud ruckus coming from inside the room. Namely the sudden roar of an engine, chocobos warking frantically, and a few seconds later, a very loud bang which makes the wall rattle.]
[Cloud had been getting attacked by some group of guys with silver hair while on his way to see Reno about a job of some sort. Which had involved being chased by said group of males over a wasteland on motorcycles at high speeds. The one with the longer hair had just managed to get in front of him and graze his head when the dirt had suddenly changed to grass, and the man with the gun was suddenly a chocobo preening. He had managed to swerve before he hit the bird, but then there was a wall. That turn was far too sharp to make going that fast.]
[If someone were to come in now, they would find a Cloud laying a few feet away from the mangled motorcycle lodged in the wall. Looks like he just managed to bail before the bike crashed. He's still bleeding from the head from being shot at though. Maybe someone should see if he died.]
((OOC: Because the DR needed some more Cloud action. Forgive any fail, I've never played an Advent Children Cloud.)) | | |
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[in some abandoned room, there's a huge chest that could probably be several Lexaeus... es in size. and this Riku (Nox) is throwing out clothes, some dresses, some tuxes, some just random things (is that a boa?). Anything thrown will have the... uncanny ability to adhere to the person close by. he's looking for something in particular that he wants to put on, though... because his usual uniform is getting kind of cold.
and some people don't like boymeat on parade.
have fun with dress-up, guys.] | | |
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[One of the kitchens is occupied by a slightly bent figure, who's busy pulling out a fresh tray of cookies from the oven. She knows this isn't the castle she was in moments ago, but that doesn't bother her at all. After all, she was here before.]
[ooc: h-hi guys! so um, used to rp here a looooong time ago. decided to stop by here once in a while to see if I still got it in me to rp. also I blame a certain someone] | | |
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[In an instant of time between one person leaving it, and the next seeing it, one of the corridors has been half-blocked with sand. Desert sand, to be precise.
There's a movement underneath it, and in a flurry of waving and clouds of the stuff going everywhere, a head pokes out from underneath the impromptu dune. Closely followed by the rest of a figure in white...
He blinks yellow-on-black eyes and groans.]
Kingdom damn it, not again!
[And Kurt collapses back onto the sand. Ugh. Just when he thought things were back to normal...]
((Ahaha. Sorry I vanished for ages: too many disruptions, and I lost my way a bit with my characters... I just had to take a break. But I missed you all too much to stay away for good. So ... back. Hi again? ^^;;)) | | |
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[ The little red-haired princess no longer had fins, but she had feet.
She was lying on the floor, drenched of sea water -- infact, there was a large pool of it all around her. Be careful of slipping, especially on the unconscious girl. She's still breathing, after all. ] | | |
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[this room appears to be something of an orchard. none of the trees are currently bearing any fruit, but they are all done up in beautiful fall colours. there's a dirt path winding through the area, and absolutely perfect piles of leaves all over the place. Kairi's crunching down the path in clothing appropriate for the chilly air in the room, a mug of hot chocolate in her hands. she looks pretty deep in thought, sipping the drink slowly. there's a couple thermoses of the hot chocolate by the entrance, as well as more mug; not her doing, but she definitely appreciates it. so feel free to grab some, or just dive into one of those crunchy leaf piles.] | | |
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[ This Naminé hasn't been seen for quite a while. But then, she hasn't been moved from the same chair in the back of the library for several months. Which isn't strange at all, seeing as she's not technically alive... and right now, she wouldn't look it if she were. Sprawled across the hallway as if she's fallen, she's completely immobile, her (literally) porcelain skin, glass eyes, and fancy beaded dress all coated in a layer of dust. There are a few smudges here and there on her dress, marks of her tumble. Unfortunately, that's not all - one of her legs has turned at quite an awkward angle, and the back of one hand is cracked.
But, being a doll, how could she care?
In any case, someone might want to move her, or else she'll be left to trip people. ] | | |
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[Hey look. There's a vehicle of some kind in the hallway. And a young girl working on it.]
E cfayn Brother, oui lnycr drec drehk uha suna desa, yht E'mm dymg du Pop ypuid dygehk yfyo ouin nekrd du ajah tneja ed!
[She moves out from under thee hood of the vehicle, wiping her hands off on a rag, before closing it with a bang.]
Drana. Huf tuhd pnayg drec uha, ugyo, Bro....Brother?
[She removes her goggles to reveal the usual confused face one has after just arriving in the DR. Help would be appreciated.]
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[a blanket monster is lurching around the kitchen this evening. he's wrapped up tight, so only his face and the hand that's rummaging through the fridge is exposed - he's not used to such a wide selection in juices, so he might be standing there and unintentionally blocking anybody else who would like a drink.]
[that, and sneezing, although Sora is making an honest effort not to sneeze on anybody or anything.] | | |
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