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[katyafeline.livejournal.com]

Katya has not been allowed to go shopping, properly, in a long time. Sure she can get what she needs from Bar, but... shopping. It is different. So, in consequence, she hasn't been able to change her look in a while.

It's irksome to a young Other.

That'd be why there's a gal in jeans and as much silver bling as one person can possibly get away with lounging on the couch, examining a lock of hair between her fingers as it changes color. Maybe ginger?

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[basic_powers]

[OOM: ...sure, it's late in the year, and been a bit of time coming...

...but there's still time for a very pony Lunastice in Ponyville.

Because the celestial giraffe doesn't get nearly the love it should.]

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[forgottenmotley]

The Fool is sitting in front of the window. His back is straight and he looks like he's been berated for having bad posture from how stiff his spine is. His walking stick is in his lap, hands resting on it.

And he just stares at the window. Nearly unblinkingly.

It's kinda creepy.

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[a1enzo]

[OOM: After Enzo meets Quorra, he is understandably excited.]

First Entrance

[kamehamehaaa]

The relative quiet of the bar is broken when the door is abruptly smashed through by a small person being thrown backwards. He slides a good twenty metres through the bar, knocking tables and chairs over and finally comes to a halt colliding with the bar.

Gohan scrambles to his feet, hands in defence position, while he tries to work out what just happened. Is Nappa still in here somewhere?

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[mogget_cat]

The lake door opens suddenly, letting in a furious flurry of snow and a laughing not'cat, fresh from a rather criminally successful hunt in the forest. Those demon rabbits that had survived the initial onslaught had thought they were safe once they'd gotten back underground.

Silly rabbits. They had best start breeding early this year, to make up their numbers.

The snow is almost invisible on his white clothes and hair, melting and eventually evaporating into steam as Yrael flops with the grace of a smug, well-fed feline onto the couch in front of the fireplace. Just ignore the smudge of dark blood staining a bit of his white hair.