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[chillyshade.livejournal.com]

[enter a slightly translucent Vexen]

NO! Axel, I-

You...

Where...?

Comments

[hesafireman.livejournal.com]

(yes, that's Axel. well, one of them.
Vexen may wonder why he's dressed like a fireman)

[chillyshade.livejournal.com]

Traitor.

Filthy, rotten, two-faced, lower-than-the ground on which you tread traitor.

Have you any excuse, Number Eight? An explanation, perhaps?

[hesafireman.livejournal.com]

(...whut)

...you have the wrong Axel.
My name's Axel Montag, and I have no idea what you're talking about.

[chillyshade.livejournal.com]

That is, without a doubt, the most pathetic attempt at an excuse I have seen in all my years, Axel.

Even for you.

[hesafireman.livejournal.com]

(he frowns)

Have you looked around you? There are other versions of people here.

(points at several Roxae passing by)

[chillyshade.livejournal.com]

[stares]

Odd. Intriguing, however.

[hesafireman.livejournal.com]

(shrugs)

I guess. It all depends, really.

[esuriently.livejournal.com]

Well-well-well, if it isn't the delightful IV.

[chillyshade.livejournal.com]

[stares]

So this is Tartarus.

[esuriently.livejournal.com]

Suuure it is.

[chillyshade.livejournal.com]

Of course it is. I am dead. Apparently, you are my punishment.

[esuriently.livejournal.com]

Sorry, I'm a little too busy to be babysitting old geezers.

[chillyshade.livejournal.com]

And yet, you have taken time out of your busy schedule of backstabbing and betrayal to speak to me. I am touched.

Respect, Axel. Something you more than lack.

1/2

[esuriently.livejournal.com]

[ ... ]

[esuriently.livejournal.com]

Pretty much, yeah.

[chillyshade.livejournal.com]

[seethes]

Thus, the torment continues.

[andthereis.livejournal.com]

You called?

[chillyshade.livejournal.com]

No! No! [backs against the wall]

[andthereis.livejournal.com]

Someone's wound up a little too tight today.

[chillyshade.livejournal.com]

Well, someone just murdered me--roasted me alive--without offering so much as a decent explanation.

[andthereis.livejournal.com]

Only B-rated movie murderers give reasons. Welcome to reality.

[chillyshade.livejournal.com]

Are you attempting to tell me that you are some sort of psychopath? That you kill for no reason except the kill itself? I have my doubts, Axel.

You are many things, Number Eight, but a fool is not among them. You are a schemer, much like my former colleague.

[andthereis.livejournal.com]

So many things wrong with that, I don't even know where to start.

Small is good, though. Like how I'm not the Axel you know.

[chillyshade.livejournal.com]

Given that the Axel I know is probably still in the castle, gloating over his victory, that is not particularly difficult to believe.

You are a construct of Tartarus, no?

[andthereis.livejournal.com]

Given how this isn't Tartarus, I'd have to say no.

[chillyshade.livejournal.com]

In response, I'd have to say that I am reluctant to believe you.

[andthereis.livejournal.com]

Look around. Last I checked, Tartarus wasn't some multiversal rest stop for the dead.

[chillyshade.livejournal.com]

[stares]

Is that--are those--multiples of me?

[andthereis.livejournal.com]

Get out the bells and whistles, we've got a winner.

[divinelunacies.livejournal.com]

[have a very female Saïx inspecting you, Vexen.]

Perhaps you'd like to clarify which?

[chillyshade.livejournal.com]

[exasperated]

Number Eight! The Axel our Superior assigned to help run the affairs at Castle Obl-whatarethose.

[divinelunacies.livejournal.com]

As I'm quite aware, but, as you'll soon notice, there are far more Axels here than just your own. Now, would you care to specify what what are, exactly?

[chillyshade.livejournal.com]

Y-you are female, Number Seven.

Where-what is this place, exactly?

[divinelunacies.livejournal.com]

[mildly annoyed in a 'why does this always happen' sort of way.]

Correct. I would have expected you to notice automatically, Four. And this place is referred to as the 'dressing room'. Consider it a crossroads between alternate realities.

[chillyshade.livejournal.com]

[glare]

My apologies, miss, for failing to live up to expectations.

I shall consider it as such. It's as good an explanation as any.

However, it fails to answer one very important question: If this place is not an afterlife, how is it that I am here? I can state, with reasonable certainty, that I am dead.

[OOC: He hasn't looked in a mirror yet.]

[divinelunacies.livejournal.com]

[stares blankly in return.]

You certainly look the part. Unfortunately, I don't have an exact answer for you. This world seems capable of reviving the deceased, whether they were already dead or die within it, myself included.

[chillyshade.livejournal.com]

Yourself included?

[divinelunacies.livejournal.com]

I was dying before I was brought here.

[chillyshade.livejournal.com]

"Dead" and "dying" are two very different states.

[divinelunacies.livejournal.com]

True. However, considering I was in the process of fading out of non-existence, I fail to see how this is relevant. You, on the other hand, seem to have not been revived.

[amused? it's a possibility.]

[chillyshade.livejournal.com]

What are you saying? [gestures wildly] Had I not been revived, I would be unable t-

[sees his arm]
[stares]

Well, this is an intriguing development.