A Noah Lavi in white form sits in a hallway against a wall, staring at the opposite wall with a grim expression.

Junior had finally figured out that his physical wounds were only illusions. He had believed in the blood long enough that it had become completely real, though, and his slashed-up clothing is soaked in it.

"Good job, Bookman..."

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[Whistling and walking down the hall, dragging someone (what_hammer) behind him. The one being dragged isn't particularly in good shape.]

Oi, oi, Pumpkin, I need your assistance with something.

[ooc: He's looking for gray_devil in particular. But anyone is free game.]

RHODE!

You've gone TOO FAR!

[Junior stomps through the Dressing Room in search of whichever sister did this to joinedhands. He's in white form and looking a bit pale, with some unraveling old bandages covering his left arm.]

EDIT: A trail of victims? Now he's found eternal_water, too.

[ooc: He's in his actual physical body for the first time in days, and he's ( Read more... )

Junior sits in white form at a card table in a well-traveled part of the Dressing Room. There is a sign advertising "Free small objects created on request, courtesy of the Dressing Room!"

"Would you like a balloon? Maybe a diamond ring, or a pencil?"

[OOC: He is trying to improve his command of Dream's ability to create illusions and turn them ( Read more... )

"I never thought I'd be doing this..."

Junior is walking through the hallways of the South Wing. He's got a few different items on his agenda. He's looking for Noah's Limit like just about everyone else in the DR. He's trying to get the latest word on Noah's Pride. He's also biting the bullet and planning to introduce himself to his "new ( Read more... )

When Noah-Kanda was killed, Junior was in an armchair in front of a fireplace doing a crossword puzzle in Russian. Now the workbook has been dropped haphazardly on the floor. Junior has drawn up his knees up to his chest and has been steadily leaking tears for some time now.

"I wonder what's wrong with me now?"

A somewhat scrawny Lavi in normal clothing sits in a chair with his drawing pad and colored pencils. He is sketching portrait after portrait of the people he's seen in the Dressing Room. The coffee table in front of him holds a careless pile of at least a hundred of them ( Read more... )

"Really, how difficult can it be to find an Exorcist here? Though I suppose a Noah would do just as well. Perhaps even better, come to think of it ( Read more... )

Behind an espresso bar with a rather dazzling array of fine chocolate is a non-Exorcist Lavi with a Santa hat. The room contains cafe tables, a fireplace, and subdued Christmas decor. He cheerfully hums a tune while he works on perfecting his latest creation: the Iron Fan Peppermint Cocoa with a pair of little quarter-circle cookies resting in ( Read more... )

KOMUI!!!

A stomping Lavi emerges from a kitchen carrying a plate with several colors of cake haphazardly mashed onto it.

"Where are you?! Che, figure out what the hell is wrong with this stupid cake, and get me my body back!"