[ Have a Kuja on your screen. He seems rather comfortbale sitting in a chair at a table in some sort of fancy establishment. Whether or not it's his is unknown. Ah yes, that usual chuckle is heard first before he turns to the screen with one finger to his lips. ]

Have you missed me, dear refugees? It has been some time since we've last spoke.

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[Kaname had arrived some time ago, however he had never seen the need to make a public post. Breaking from his reclusive habits he addresses the populace. It could only be to his benefit to learn more about the others that had been drawn here as wellSalutations, everyone. I might have met some of you before but it occurs to me that I never formally ( Read more... )

[Kairi sat out the beach, within her hand sat a shell.]

We never get snow here often, but I still know that it's December and it's that season where people are happily spending time with loved ones, singing carols and being jolly to everyone else. So, it got me thinking about something.

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[The camera focuses on a long, perhaps, familiar face. Feline pupils narrow in suspicion].

First Mother and now my brothers as well?

[Yazoo glances off camera for a moment, distracted, mildly irritated, but only briefly].

Hm. Stop trying to test our patience. You won’t win.

[Terminates Feed]

[Yuuki is sitting up over the beach on the island, and though it's not an overcast day she's hiding beneath a lot of foliage. The sunlight on the islands is bright and refreshing, but it's not really something that her vampire-self can handle. Much as it pains her, she has to keep out of the sun as much as possible ( Read more... )

[It had been a long while since Kisara was able to stretch her legs and feel the wind against her human skin. Tiny goosebumps rose along her arms and she grinned as the sun beat down on her thin, waif-like form. Her body adorned in a pair of tan cargo shorts and a mellow-yellow t-shirt loaned to her by Noel. If not for the sky-colored hair atop her ( Read more... )

[Hey, look at that! There's a lovely drawing scrawled on a wall somewhere! With... a combination of crayon and marker, it looks like. What is it, exactly? Well, uh. It looks like a planet being crushed by a giant flaming meteor with three silver-haired, black-clothed stick figures standing on said meteor. (Two of which look suspiciously like Loz ( Read more... )

[ Terra hasn't made a post since the fiasco with the ghosts - thank god that was over! All the same, she was sitting outside - or to be more accurate, on the limb of a tree, with a baby chicobo walking the length of her leg, back and forth. She appears rather entertained with the sight, and turns the video to show the little animal. ]
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[Rinoa is seated at the little café in the First District of Traverse Town, an empty dessert plate and fork in front of her and a half-full glass in her hands, though she doesn't drink from it. It's more just to give her something to fiddle with as she thinks and watches the stars overhead. After a moment, she pulls out her communicator and lays it ( Read more... )