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[Well Guess who didn't approve of that last plot one bit? Such an unneeded amount of death had instantly swayed any quaint charm the had associated with this place into nothing. So she took to making an attempt to leave the manor.

In her full dragon form, which was roughly was as tall as a skyscraper, she had very carefully climbed onto the roof of the manor and braced herself. Her very presence evokes a feeling of calm, sating the desire to fight...

like anyone would really want to fight the massive fire-breathing lizard on the roof.

She takes a deep breath and lets out a roar. Suddenly the very environment becomes turbulent, plants began growing out of control, and wind swept through the area, and the ground quaked from her power as she started to try and pierce through the dimension. Any of those who recalled Deathwing's stay at the manor and his attempt to do the same thing during the plot in Hawaii may recognize the similarities, though rather then the destruction he caused, she made an abundance of life.

However when things begin to take a more intense turn she stops. Apparently something prevented her from continuing further. Though it was a conscious decision rather than a forced one. She simply settled herself on the roof to muddle things over.
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[After being over 2 weeks without any form of nicotine in his system Hayato was desperate... so desperate that he was willing to suck up his pride and ask for help. He didn't expect it to be free but he was sick and tired or the restless nights, the headaches, nausea, coughing, and being even more irritable then usual. Thus he sends out the following text, too ashamed to show his face while begging]

Does anyone have a cigarette I could bum off of? I'll pay you back later.
[identity profile] mei-tantei.livejournal.com
[The feed snaps on but it's black. Try as you might the video function just doesn't work so that must mean--]

Good Evening everyone,

Very recently a fire broke out in room 035. If you are a resident residing in that hallway, I ask you please respond to this message-it can be in private you'd like. If you know the resident who lives in room 035 please respond to this message.

The fire was no doubt deliberate- that much is clear as not much else beside the individual's room was burned. Unfortunately, there's no way to tell who started the fire at this time as any evidence would have been burnt up in the flames.

There was no sign of a charred corpse so that can only mean that this wasn't a murder attempt and purely arson. The culprit must be aware of the fact people come back from the dead here-- we have yet to see if personally belongings do.

If you have information about this case please contact me here or talk to my cousin, Conan-kun. Anything would be acceptable- even the smallest details-something that seemed out of place-perhaps a weird noise you heard? Any input would be appreciated.
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[Ryuutaro is on the observation deck, looking into space with an unreadable expression.]

Beautiful...

[A small smile flickers over his face, but his hand is clenched tightly around an object. It's his beyblade in fact, but the camera doesn't catch it all that clear. His face overshadows with worry again for a moment. Here, in the space ship, he feels even more caged than he already does in the Manor. Just like his bey-sign - a shark- he had to keep moving. And on top of that all the metal around reminds him horribly of his cell in the Dark Nebula building. And in top of that even... he didn't foresee this. Yeah, enough reasons to get a little boy into being truly worried]

Truly beautiful...

[But the stars make it kind of acceptable. Ryuutaro could watch them forever]

[identity profile] hunted-by-fbi.livejournal.com
[John pretty much figured out that some events run longer than others and being who he is, the bank was a very easy target. He went in alone, no guns, no partners, just himself and walked in since the Kinshin and the people of Paris were pretty much the same thing.

Now he wasn't going to leave anything to chance and found the video room. He removed the tape and proceeds to empty the registers and found the keys to the vault. With time on his side and no way the police would come since they ignored him since he arrived, he was definitely taking advantage of it and wiped the place clean.

He walks out of the bank, tape in hand and tucks it into his jacket toward the safehouse where he and Nice were holing up.]
[identity profile] coldnlondondry.livejournal.com
[There is a rather angry looking man with long blond hair, a fedora and a black leather trenchcoat, who seems to be currently wandering the streets, looking for someone. He is openly carrying his handgun, however, as though he's about ready to violently demand answers out of the first real person to cross his path.]

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