out of element

[a-ccidentalism.livejournal.com]

[when was his last mission to Atlantica again? But finding yourself suddenly half-fish means there isn't any time for thinking in details. It's either sink. Or swim.

Axel, however, is doing neither. He's merely leaning back against the pool wall while he studies his new tail - one that happens to resemble that of a lionfish with its striped crimson scales and sharp webbed spines, some of which also extend from his forearms. After a moment, he sighs in frustration and glances up at the ceiling.

He hates this form and all the memories it brings with it. Why? Let's just say being the only one who couldn't use his powers while on said missions wasn't a very fun experience.]

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[a-ccidentalism.livejournal.com]

[a lift of the hand and look, there's a small dark fireball being tossed up in the air, where it promptly explodes into violet-black sparks. It's very reflective of his mood, really.]

Looks like it.

[memory-forger.livejournal.com]

Ah, well. Look on the bright side. You're not alone?

[keeping away from the edge of the pool. she can't swim. :/]

[a-ccidentalism.livejournal.com]

Yeah, but I'd take being able to walk over this any day.

Speaking of, did ya pass by the kitchen on your way here?

[memory-forger.livejournal.com]

Why'd you ask?

[a-ccidentalism.livejournal.com]

Can't exactly check up on my work from here, y'know.

[because setting someone on fire is definitely considered work. :|]

[memory-forger.livejournal.com]

...well, I did smell something burning. Cross between flesh and those barbecued squid Lexaeus used to serve back home-- wait, was that your handiwork?

[a-ccidentalism.livejournal.com]

Heh. Yeah, guess it was. Thanks for brightening up my day, Nami.

[memory-forger.livejournal.com]

Uh, sure. But next time you barbecue something, try not to set the entire kitchen on fire, okay?

[a-ccidentalism.livejournal.com]

I'll keep that in mind.