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Post by Kiki on Nov 23, 2009 23:47:55 GMT -5
My claim for Roxas from Kingdom Hearts:
'Twas the night before Christmas, when all through the house... Not a creature was stirring, not even a mouse.
An urgent knock came on the door-frame of the the eighth member of The Organization's room. The redhead was slowly stirred from his slumber by the rapping, groaning loudly.
"Sorry." The blonde teenager spoke his apology softly. "I couldn't sleep." He muttered the weak excuse, his head lowered in apparent shame.
"What...Roxas?" Axel croaked out groggily, propping himself up with one of his long arms, while the other rubbed the fatigue out of his eyes.
"I...couldn't sleep." Roxas said again, his voice was laced with regret.
"It's fine." Axel said in his usual flippant tone; the shock of being awoken in the middle of the night had already worn off.
Roxas took a few steps toward the bed, which looked rather stiff and uncomfortable like his own. A silence settled over the both of them as he crossed his arms pensively. "It's...almost Christmas." He muttered in monotone.
Axel nodded, pulling his knees tight against his chest under the heavy blanket that was over him. "It's cold. I hateeee cold." He groaned, pretending to shiver.
Roxas let a simpering smile curl at the edges of his lips, as he took a seat on the bed across from Axel. "Wanna talk for awhile?"
"Sure, why not." A broad grin spread across his features.
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Post by Dreamer of Words on Nov 23, 2009 23:55:09 GMT -5
^^;;;; Okay...that's good, I'll admit to it, lazy Teddie.
-Approved stamp!-
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Post by Kiki on Nov 24, 2009 0:25:16 GMT -5
My claim for Kuja from Final Fantasy IX:
"It's so damned cold." Spat the silver-haired Genome. "Practically subzero..." A sing-song mockery.
"Would you find warmth in the heat of battle?" A voice, much deeper with a very different shade of sinister than his own, rang out through the snowy plain.
"Sephiroth?" Kuja made an effort to mask the surprise in his voice, turning to face the older man. "What do YOU want?" he demanded, shrilly.
"To teach you a lesson you won't soon forget." The taller man raised his ridiculously long sword above his head, poised and ready for the coming battle.
Kuja clenched his fists, angrily pushing himself back and away from the other. "Give me a break!" He hissed through his teeth. An elegant hand raised, a fiery flare appearred above his palm. Kuja slammed the deleterious spell into the ground in front of Sephiroth's feet, sending half-melted slushy chunks of ice, snow, and a spray of dirt into the air.
Sephiroth closed his eyes, a malevolent smirk playing on his thin lips. "And it begins..."
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Post by Dreamer of Words on Nov 24, 2009 0:40:36 GMT -5
...Meh... You go for action and dialogue. I ramble. XD
-Gives Kuja a letter of aproval, since she wouldn't want to face hids wrath if his pretty clothes - or face - got stamped...-
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Post by Kiki on Nov 24, 2009 20:14:39 GMT -5
My claim for Endrance from .hack//GU
He sat with his feet hanging over the edge of the bank, tempted to dip his long, slender fingers into the strange aquatic abyss of Indieglut Lugh that hung just below him. The water lapped at the edges of the blackened earth that he sat on. He gazed out, into the middle of the "lake", the glowing azure tree jutting from the middle of the waters. A peaceful silence penetrated his heart's core, as he began to relax and drift further into his idle musings.
He pushed his long silver hair aside, elegantly as he always was, and stared into his reflection in the waters now. He gazed at his epicene beauty, holding back a heavy sigh. He longed for Haseo's company, but it was the holiday season, so Haseo was absent from this game, visiting family in a different prefecture.
He smiled as he thought about seeing Haseo in the flesh once more, even though it terrified him. He hadn't been out of his room in a long while...maybe it was time for a field trip.
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Post by Dreamer of Words on Nov 24, 2009 20:34:18 GMT -5
Yay! Approved... And a very happy holidays to you, Endrance!
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Post by Kiki on Nov 24, 2009 20:59:48 GMT -5
My claim for Teddie from Persona 4: (The only character that hasn't been seen as a villain in his game at one time or another...)
"Mhm...mhm..." The blonde bear slowly nodded his head, a thoughtful hand under his chin. "I see..."
"W-What...is it?" Kanji choked, a light red dusting his cheeks.
"Just as I thought." Teddie said, in a matter-of-fact tone.
"What is it?" Kanji grunted, his eyebrows furrowing in frustration.
"Oh...I can't tell you." Teddie teased, shaking his head with an air of solemn knowing. He pushed himself away from Kanji, sitting upright once again. The center of the electronics section of Junes in the blazing hot midday of summer.
"C'mon...! What is it?!" Kanji grabbed Teddie by one of his thin arms desperately.
"Yowwie..." Teddie whined loudly. "You're being bear-y rough..." He tried to shake from Kanji's grip, but it only got tighter. It didn't hurt, despite the bear's protest.
"Tell me, you dumbass!" A pleading insult.
"Alright, ALRIGHT." Teddie put his palm against Kanji's broad chest, his heartbeat was rapid, pounding in the softest way. "You..."
"Uh-huh?"
"Like..."
"Uhn...?!"
"Teddie's..."
"..."
"Fur." ... "Hey...what're doing? St-Stop...! OW! Stop biting me, Kanji-kun!"
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Post by Dreamer of Words on Nov 24, 2009 21:07:24 GMT -5
You're approved~! Enjoy since I'm so going to claim two Persona characters...rejoice.
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Post by Kiki on Nov 24, 2009 21:45:17 GMT -5
Character claim for Jun Kurosu from Persona 2:
A still night. The streets silent, empty, completely void. A boy I once knew would stare up into my window as I gazed below.
I could see him now in recollection, as I saw him then, clearly. I've long since left this town, but memories still haunt me dearly.
The house where I lived still remains there. It reminds me of my utter despair.
I wring my hands with the strength of my pain. I stand below my old window, my eyes linger upon it. My heart is heavy with awful disdain.
A chill runs through me as I gaze upon the boy's features, the pale moon shows in my reflection that our likeness is nearly the same. I whisper to you, the boy, that I am tired of this game.
Are we of one soul? Are you a ghostly double?
You mock with your face my aching love, the misery of my heart. I tell you, my love, I cannot stand for us to be apart.
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Post by Dreamer of Words on Nov 24, 2009 22:12:57 GMT -5
YES! Yes! This is golden! XD :3 APPROVED! <3
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