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kingdomdressing2008-08-06 04:33 pm
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when there's nothing left to burn
[Some of you may recognize this Axel. He barely looks any older because he's only had that heart that's beating away contentedly in his chest for a few months, now. Despite the lack of advance in age, he appears more tired, more worn down, as if things were really starting to get to him. His face and neck is marred with a few faint scars here and there, and were the rest of his body not covered by that coat, there would probably be more. His expression is dull, only the faintest hint of surprise showing when he realizes he isn't where he thought he would be upon turning this corner in this hallway. Something was... Different, about this place.]
... Hm. Odd.
(ooc:
foralostcause in fifteen years. damn you, chat, damn you and your bandwagons. Not the definite future, just a possibility. What happened? I'm not telling~)
... Hm. Odd.
(ooc:

Oh god. Fine, I'll bite.
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Oho~ I don't really know how things go with them... Hm. *makes stuff up :D*
Seeing things again, are we? [Is he talking to himself?]
... Yo.
Haha. Saïx would probably have completely lost it? 8/
Hey.
Aww, poor Saix...
Haven't spoken with you in a while.
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[He's headed back the way he came, but finds after a few steps that it isn't.] Where the Hell am I!?
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Uh. Dress-ing Room~?
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Sure is clean...
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What do you mean by clean?
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What? [He's looking around again, grip tight on his weapons.] This isn't right.
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That's it. You have me at a loss.
What the hell is with you? Losing your stomach shouldn't have made you lose your mind too! Or gotten you a heart for that matter.
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Losing my...
[Oh, wow. What? He's looking at you with narrowed eyes now, Saix, inspecting you. Because you seem far more real than the guilt-inspired nightmares that stalked his steps those few times before and you've made him wonder if this really is a hallucination.]
How long have you been here?
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A few months.
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Finally returning after internet died. GOD DAMN IT.
Aww D: You should, uh, hit it with a fish.
I have no fish. D: 1/2
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*horrible person*
Which is why when Roxas turned the corner of the hallway, he rammed into Axel's back. After a muffled "ow", he realized that what he had rammed into was not a wall, and scrambled back.]
Oh! Sorry... uh, I wasn't really paying attention to where I was going...
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R-...
Roxas?
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Yeah, I'm Roxas... or at least one of them here....
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Yeah. Just another Roxas...
[What the fuck, heart, having a heart attack much? Why.]
Wait, you're--No. No, you couldn't be...
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Did... you get mauled by Saïx and aged or something...?
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Got careless after you--... No, not you, is it?
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I don't know... you seem a lot like the Axel I know.... but he doesn't have all those scars.
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H-how... Are you here? [He seems bewildered, aghast, but there's some sort of crushing guilt behind all that.]
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I've been here for a few months now....
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[He seems to break down a little more and more as he lists these things, gaze dropping to the floor. His knees soon follow suit, which puts him at about waist level when he wraps his arms around the blond, burying his face against that coat.]
I'm sorry. I'm so fucking sorry, I didn't mean to...
[He doesn't like having a heart. He hasn't had to deal with emotions for so long that he doesn't know how... Is he crying?]
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But... how are you....?
[Roxas jumps a bit when Axel drops and wraps his arms around his waist.]
You... you haven't done anything...
[Axel's crying? He runs his hands through Axel's hair soothingly, but pauses after a moment. Was... something in the redhead's chest thudding?]
You... have a heart...
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Well, Sora's. But he's you, so...
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