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[ Someone has been missing in action for a while now, a certain neighborhood (not exactly always neighborly) vampire to be exact. Before the setting change, hunting had became boringly easy, having no real adventure with just either asking, seducing or stalking down a hallway or into a room-- but now there's sunlight and cities and castles, just.. well, let's say this vampire has gotten his drive back.

So, thus, he's exploring. Yes, he's exploring everything on this fine night. The sun has been set in most of the areas for hours now, and where there's still daylight or just copious amounts of light in general-- those are being avoided. Axel is stalking in the alleys, on the rooftops, in the woods-- anywhere, he's just having fun, enjoying the fact that this is more like his home world in ways than before-- he's having fun being a vampire, a hunter, a night walker. He's in hunting mode, and feasting upon anyone that catches his silver speckled eyes, which is pretty much everyone. He's cast away the worries of society and mortal nature and is simply running on pure vampireistic instinct tonight. ]

[ ooc: 'sup, he disappeared for a while, but is now back and feasting. His fangs are out (idk that's just a given), but characters probably will not get a chance to see them because night crawling and what not, so! Those of who are his friends might be able to snap him out of it.. and others.. well, just throw if you want someone bitten or a bloody fight/vampire fight. :| ]

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[It's a good day to be Xeha. Sun shining over this new city, birds singing... and over here, on the edge of this square, he's found something rather special.

An ice cream shop, tables sitting outside it. Apparently run by a Moogle, pom-pom looking like a scoop of its own bobbing along behind the counter. Flavours from varying types of sea-salt (well, it had to be there) through to chocolate and vanilla and more conventional varieties, to some rather exotic sounding blends...

Normally, he'd go easy on the stuff. But hey. It's his birthday. Sixteen years old (at least as closely as he can reckon it.) If he can't treat himself now, when can he? Sundae time!

...He'll probably regret this later. But that's for then.]