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  <title>The Abyss</title>
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  <updated>2009-10-04T03:25:37Z</updated>
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    <id>urn:lj:scribbld.com:atom1:theabyss:2089</id>
    <author>
      <name>Emperor Kuzco</name>
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    <title>theabyss @ 2009-10-03T23:13:00</title>
    <published>2009-10-04T03:23:02Z</published>
    <updated>2009-10-04T03:25:37Z</updated>
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    <category term="8th doctor"/>
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    <content type="html">Who: Kuzco&lt;br /&gt;Where: ?&lt;br /&gt;When: ?&lt;br /&gt;Warnings: Naw&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kuzco opened his eyes and rubbed the back of his head. He felt like he had been turned into tiny, unhip peices and put back together again. The last thing he remembered was using his tried and true fighting techniques on a pile of blobbies and then there was just darkness...which seemed to be what he was facing now. How long ago had that been? The familiar sense of fear began to creep over him as he sat up on his hands and knees, looking around in a panic. How long had he been 'out'? Where was the town? Where were those two meatheads harassing him? He couldnt see much of anything but definatly heard odd sounds all around him. The young emperor backed up instictvly, falling on his rear as though he had some idea of where to hide from the unseen creatures. He drew his knees up to his chest and fought back the feeling of tears. There wasnt anybody around to blame, there wasnt anybody around to save him, and there was nobody around for him to make fix this. Kuzco never felt so alone.</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:scribbld.com:atom1:theabyss:1765</id>
    <author>
      <email>zeke_fire_shadow@hotmail.com</email>
      <name>RocketBear</name>
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    <lj:poster user="anezakim"/>
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    <title>theabyss @ 2009-08-14T21:58:00</title>
    <published>2009-08-15T05:07:26Z</published>
    <updated>2009-08-15T05:07:26Z</updated>
    <category term="shadow link"/>
    <category term="tohru"/>
    <category term="mamori"/>
    <category term="hiruma"/>
    <content type="html">Who: Mamori, Shadow Link&lt;br /&gt;Where: We left them&lt;br /&gt;When: Sometime &lt;a href="http://www.scribbld.net/community/theabyss/1249.html"&gt;after this&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Warnings: Swearing, heartless fighting, brooms..... Nothing too serious&lt;br /&gt;Open/Closed: Open&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At some point Mamori had fallen asleep in that little hallow she and Link had stumbled upon. She woke up because something had changed. She couldn't say what, but something had changed. It took her sleepy and tired mind a little bit to realize what had changed. In a place that was once silent, there was noise, quiet yes, but it was there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mamori didn't say anything. She sat in her tree and prayed.&lt;br /&gt;</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:scribbld.com:atom1:theabyss:1431</id>
    <author>
      <name>Leon S. Kennedy</name>
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    <lj:poster user="agentkennedy"/>
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    <title>theabyss @ 2009-08-14T22:47:00</title>
    <published>2009-08-15T02:47:22Z</published>
    <updated>2009-08-15T20:16:22Z</updated>
    <category term="axel"/>
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    <content type="html">Who: Leon Kennedy, Nero, Roxas, Dante (Maybe Axel if that's how it plays out...)&lt;br /&gt;Where: ????&lt;br /&gt;When: ????&lt;br /&gt;Warnings: None&lt;br /&gt;Open/Closed: Closed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Leon groaned as he opened his eyes as he pushed himself up off the ground. His landing once he had come through the portal wasn't that graceful this time. Apparently on the trip over his shotgun was even damaged. Everything was pitch black. Grabbing his gun, he switched on the light on it, looking at his surroundings. They seemed to almost absorb the light produced by the flashlight on his gun. He didn't see Nero. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Nero!" he called. There was no echo to his words. He wondered if Nero could even hear him.</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:scribbld.com:atom1:theabyss:1249</id>
    <author>
      <email>tsukiko_kyoujin4@yahoo.com</email>
      <name>(Shadow) Link</name>
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    <lj:poster user="shadowhero"/>
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    <title>theabyss @ 2009-08-11T18:41:00</title>
    <published>2009-08-11T22:50:37Z</published>
    <updated>2009-08-12T01:33:21Z</updated>
    <category term="shadow link"/>
    <category term="mamori"/>
    <content type="html">Who:&amp;#160;Dark Link, Mamori&lt;br /&gt;Where:&amp;#160;No idea&lt;br /&gt;When:&amp;#160;just after having &lt;a href="http://www.scribbld.net/community/traverse_town/47769.html"&gt;kidnapped Mamori&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Warnings:&amp;#160;Most likely swearing and very likely Dark Link getting slapped in the face by Mamori&lt;br /&gt;Open/Closed:&amp;#160;open like a 7/11&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Link was not quite sure how he managed to get here, but he was tired of running. He figured that the girl he was carrying--damn, she was cute--was passed out for long enough, so he sat down with her next to him and uncast the spell. &amp;quot;Hey, girl. Wake up,&amp;quot;&amp;#160;he commanded. Time for some answers so he could know just what the hell was happening.</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:scribbld.com:atom1:theabyss:1008</id>
    <author>
      <name>Dark Mousy</name>
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    <lj:poster user="phantomthief"/>
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    <title>theabyss @ 2009-04-16T20:59:00</title>
    <published>2009-04-17T01:00:00Z</published>
    <updated>2009-04-17T01:00:00Z</updated>
    <category term="daisuke"/>
    <category term="dark"/>
    <content type="html">Who: Daisuke and Dark&lt;br /&gt;When: ????&lt;br /&gt;Where: ????&lt;br /&gt;Warnings: None&lt;br /&gt;Open/Closed: Closed&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--Suddenly everything was pitch black. He couldn't see much more than vague shadows. He called out to his other half, "Daisuke? Are you here?"</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:scribbld.com:atom1:theabyss:605</id>
    <author>
      <name>Jounouchi Katsuya</name>
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    <lj:poster user="dumbskill"/>
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    <title>theabyss @ 2008-12-08T00:48:00</title>
    <published>2008-12-08T05:52:57Z</published>
    <updated>2008-12-08T05:52:57Z</updated>
    <category term="jou"/>
    <category term="kallen"/>
    <category term="maleficent"/>
    <content type="html">Continued From &lt;a href="http://www.scribbld.net/community/traverse_town/7212.html"&gt;Here&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who: Jou and Kallen&lt;br /&gt;When: ????&lt;br /&gt;Where: ????&lt;br /&gt;Warnings: None&lt;br /&gt;Open/Closed: Open to anyone who is in &lt;s&gt;Disney Land&lt;/s&gt; here at the time. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jou was trying to reason with himself, which wasn't going too well. The doors hadn't closed behind him. This girl wasn't freaking out. They weren't all going to die and he was the smartest most handsome guy ever. Yeah this was just peachy. It was cold. It was dark. His head was spinning. "Well." He muttered. "I think our only opition is to move forward." He said trying to remain cheerful. "Or backward." He said looking behind them now. "Or you know just move." Yeah if he was the one who had to be in charge they were fucked.</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:scribbld.com:atom1:theabyss:393</id>
    <author>
      <name>記憶したか？// Bad Person™</name>
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    <lj:poster user="kiokushitaka"/>
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    <title>theabyss @ 2008-09-18T16:17:00</title>
    <published>2008-09-18T20:22:09Z</published>
    <updated>2008-09-18T20:22:09Z</updated>
    <category term="axel"/>
    <content type="html">Who: Axel&lt;br /&gt;When: Darrrrrrrk&lt;br /&gt;Where: Darrrrrrrk&lt;br /&gt;Warnings: Language. Oh Axel, you potty mouth. &lt;br /&gt;Open/Closed:Open (when more people end up in here)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So this was the void. At least, it was pretty much what Axel had expected it to be. Dark, lonely, a little spooky. It sort of reminded him of the World that Never Was, only with less neon lights. It seemed like the blackness went on for ages, vague forms in the distance. So it wasn't like the darkness where you couldn't see anything but pitch black, at least. What now? He didn't really know. Nothing and no one for what seemed like miles... just him and his thoughts. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"God damn." he muttered. "Didn't think dying would be so... lonely."</content>
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