[Sometime after sun down, once Helix has successfully planted his little gift and escaped Axel. Helix decides it's high time to get the show on the road. The red head is probably still looking for him, so he's in a nondescript area for this. He's got a small window of time, best get the actual threat out before they find his little bomb. So Marina, you're greeted with the familiar blue visage.]

Greetings Marina. I have a public service announcement. [He seems serious yet very nonchalant.]

If I were you, I'd stay a good... [Pause to consider.] 200 feet--give or take--away from the Defense Force Headquarters. Unless you want to end up in tiny chunks splattered all over the sector.

There is currently a bomb hidden within and set to go off at midnight. [Which is only a few hours from now.]

You can thank me later for the heads up.

Have a nice day--Night--Whatever.

[A small, Wiley sort of smile before the feed shuts off. And he's making a point to move to a new location, just in case he can be traced like one would a cell phone call. He'll have to keep moving unless he ditches his headset, he's thought about it, but decides not to for one reason or another. He doesn't want to be caught too easily, but he doesn't really care if he is. It's not like there's any real threat or that he'll talk anyway.]

[Action - Open ]

[ Being a teenage boy, Ventus does not do well with being cooped up - either forced or voluntarily. So even though it is cold out, he would rather be outside playing in the snow than he would being inside nice and warm. Maybe at night when he's worn out, but fresh in the morning? Heck no!

So there is a Ventus out in the snow in the park, looking at a pile of it rather critically before he summons one of his Keyblades - Stroke of Midnight, which goes with the snowy landscape, he thought, with its blues and whites. Not to mention it had some fond memories attached - Jacques and Cinderella.

He stood back from the awkward pile of snow and frowned in concentration at it, pointing the Keyblade at it.]

Blizzard!

[It was the weakest spell, but knowing Acumen limited his access to his magic (and the fact a blizzaga probably would be destroyed the pile), he went with it. The little ball of ice hit the pile of snow and rolled off and away, Ventus following and grinning when he saw the nice size snowball it had made. Perfect.

He turned and repeated the process, slowly building more of them...]

[Video - locks to Akito/Agito]

Hey, how are the Air Gears coming?

[ooc: feel free to bother. He's just having fun in the snow in the park so he's open to pokes!]

[Hikaru is missing Kaoru like crazy. That's not unusual since his brother is his entire life, and it feels like he hasn't seen him in a very long time. Not having him here always felt terrible, despite making friends and always meeting new people.

Look at how hard he's concentrating.]

Will you help me with a personal survey? It's just some things I've been thinking about.

Some of you may remember Kaoru, my brother, when he was here for some time. We're used to people assuming they know what being twins is like, but most of the time, they're wrong. So here's where the survey part comes in:

What do you think twins are? More specifically, identical twins.
What kinds of things do you think when you see twins?
Do you ever assume they are the same, just because they have the same face? Be honest.

I want to know what you think. People really can't be as clueless and as dumb as they have been in my life. I hope you prove me wrong.

[OPEN]

[Naoto hefts up the wooden practice sword, experimentally slashing it through the air once or twice before letting it rest at her side. She can't help but frown. It's so different, the weight, the length, the shape - it's like someone cut off her arm and handed her another. She doesn't put it back though. Instead, she shifts into a few familiar positions before launching herself into a imaginary battle. It's not her sword, but she has to get used to it.]

[CLOSED to Nill]

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[ It's a quiet video that flicks into being. Black covers the screen except where the thin glow of the park lights shine in through the window. It's quiet, except for the slow rip sounding through the air and the clink of metal striking cool tile.

One would imagine there's nothing there at all.

Until she starts humming, broken words coming through as she pauses, continuing the torment. ]

Rip them up.

[ tear ]

Pluck out the eyes. And discard them.

[ ... pliiiiiiiiiiiiiiink. ]

He left you again.

[ laughing, low and sultry ]

We'll have to change that.

[ thud

Slowly, a lump rolls into view of the camera. A severed doll's head. With unseeing eyes. It's never wise to leave Diva all alone. You should know better then this.

Conrad. ]