[Video]

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[Ran switches on the video feed. She is wearing a turtleneck with a colorful red scarf and shining red rose brooch. Holding a steaming cup of milk tea, her nose and cheeks have gotten rosy, nipped by the cold.]

Say, is there a postal service where we're at? I've got Christmas gifts I need to mail out within the next week or so if I expect them to reach their recipients.

[She shrugs her shoulders and her smile widens.]

And I've got a question for you - if you were a guy who liked mysteries a little too much, played soccer and was traveling all the time - what kind of Christmas gifts would you like?

[Waves a hand before reaching over to shut off the feed.]

Thanks in advance!

Thrown Squirrel 3 : Daryl : Lonely Thanksgiving [In person]

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[Since it's too cold to be outside, Teen!Daryl's sat in the kitchen, sulking. He would have thought Merle would have arrived by now, take him out of this stupid place and take him back (not that their house was anywhere near as nice as the Manor, but hey, home's home)

But he hadn't. Although he 'knew' it wasn't his brothers fault that he wasn't with him, Daryl still felt abandoned. When would he be allowed to leave..? Thanksgiving, in all honesty, wasn't much different from any other day in the Dixon household - it was still like walking on eggshells - but it was a holiday. That usually meant Merle stayed sober (or home. Or just generally not intoxicated.) long enough to spend some time with his brother. Not this year, evidently.

So, for anyone who happens by, they'll see a thin teenage boy, slouched at the table, taking chips of wood out of the table with a pocket knife.]

#005 // in person // accidental video

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[What you see is, without a doubt, Kanda, however he looks quite different from what you may be used to. He looks much older, for one. A few silver threads show in the thick strand of hair hanging down over his left temple, and there are traces of cracks that seem to be forming  a sun-like figure over where his heart should be. His expression is unusually peaceful, almost a little tired, as he turns his head to gaze out into the garden of the Manor, apparently sitting in some sort of a terrace. From what can be seen, he's dressed in a somewhat reserved yet careless fashion, including a loose, white shirt with a rather wide collar which isn't buttoned all the way up.]

[He's holding a sketchbook and a pencil, in a somewhat tranquil manner that might be familiar to that of a certain General's, as he seems to carefully examine the view. Then he pulls out a pair of glasses, puts it on and starts drawing. Slow, soft lines grow on the blank paper, gradually creating a replica of the lovely sight ahead.]

[It seems that he isn't paying attention to anything else at the moment.]

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(( ooc: Beware the headcanon! ...played over the idea that Exorcists grow up to be like their Generals, so far supported by Allen's le Cross lines and Kanda's recent choice of clothing. He's (somehow actually survived to) forwarded to around 35-45 here. Have fun? ))

Cake & OCD 009 | Ryuuzaki | [In Person]

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[Those wide eyes you see are definitely the ones familiar to some of the residents, ones that he doesn't simply creep on and then wander off otherwise. Though let's face it, being creeped on (said as looked at) by L is only trumped by a few elite.

Even as a wide-eyed little tot, L still has the same look, except its more wide-eyed wonder than wide-eyed accusation, or a rake over of bodies to steal all information.

No, this little boy wandering down the hall is just L, "Ryuuzaki" as a small child; corruption a thing of the future he hadn't experienced in the form of the countless crimes he's seen when he normally moves through the halls. His clothes are much too big for him and more than likely that shirt is the only thing he's wearing over his limbs save for the gracious author giving him adorable little denim shorts.

In his hand he has a small bit of fruit he was able to nab from a series of chairs and stools that are probably still set up in the kitchen. The hand is wet with the juices as well as his long shirt sleeve. He shoves the orange into his mouth and noms past the rind in some bit he managed to pick off with his little fingers. It's messy but it's food.

Anyone who can hear it, really only hears what his guide could while shoved against his stomach in the side/front of his denim. He takes his toys with him, too.]

((OOC: Won't be changing icons, but here's a cute picture of the look of him I'm going for! ))

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