it's all a little familiar

[firebranded.livejournal.com]

[he looks just like any other Axel out there, except that his hair is cut a bit shorter than most's and the black coat is nowhere to be found. he's got nice, form-hugging leggings and sleeveless top in its place, still black, but the material is odd. a little too smooth, a little too spotless.

he's also got a small, fist-sized machine - perfectly round, colored a shiny red chrome, with the silhouette of a busty lady on the side - floating in the air beside him. it follows him as he ambles down the hall, hands in his pockets]

I gotta say, this all looks kinda familiar...not really a good sign.

Yo, Pidge. Any results yet? [he tilts his head up, looking at the floating ball.

surprisingly, the ball answers him in a small, computerized voice that sounds a little bit like a girl. maybe]

Not at present, sir. Scanners cannot process incoming information.

[Axel sighs, shaking his head] Figures. I bet there isn't any exit anywhere, either.


((ooc: Have a futuristic/scifi Axel! He's been around several systems and back, and knows how to patch up your flux capacitor good enough to get you to the next station. For a fee. Also used to frequent the DR a looooooooong time ago.))

Comments

[nottherealthing.livejournal.com]

[... He doesn't like Axels, but he can't help but watch.

Curiosity killed the clone? Maybe.]

[firebranded.livejournal.com]

[it's a Riku!

waves] Evenin'.

[nottherealthing.livejournal.com]

Hey.

[:| How lively.]

[firebranded.livejournal.com]

[it's a party 'round here, obviously] Let me get this out of the way first: is this an alternate dimension?

[nottherealthing.livejournal.com]

Basically. Some kind of crossroads, I think.

[He vaguely remembers it from before. Yay.]

[firebranded.livejournal.com]

Swell. [snags his little ball thing out of the air and starts fiddling with it] And lemme guess. We can't leave.

[nottherealthing.livejournal.com]

Not by choice, anyway. We're all sitting ducks here.

[firebranded.livejournal.com]

Yeah, this sounds way too familiar.

You're Riku, right? A Riku?

[nottherealthing.livejournal.com]

Yeah, I'm Riku alright.

C'mon, who else would I be?

[he can at least try to keep up his act]

[firebranded.livejournal.com]

Not the Riku I used to know. He got taller.

So you're either some other version of him, or not him at all.

[nottherealthing.livejournal.com]

I didn't say I was your Riku.

[...sneer.]

Besides, I'm fifteen. What do you expect?

[firebranded.livejournal.com]

Too bad. He'd grown out of that bratty stage already.

You still have a ways to go.

[nottherealthing.livejournal.com]

You're assuming that I'm like this to everyone.

In my world you're part of the Organization. I have a right to be like this.

[firebranded.livejournal.com]

So I get the nasty treatment automatically? That's discrimination. For all you know I could be a saint.

[nottherealthing.livejournal.com]

More like I don't know what to expect.

[He totes looks serious.]

[firebranded.livejournal.com]

Well, don't worry your little mop-head. I quit the Organization a long time ago.

[nottherealthing.livejournal.com]

Really?

[...heh.]

Maybe I shouldn't be surprised.

[firebranded.livejournal.com]

I hear most Axels do the same thing. Quit, run around for a while, die. Pretty simple process.

I just ended up in another dimension after I kicked the bucket. Call it luck.

[nottherealthing.livejournal.com]

So who did it, then?

[...sorry. He kinda blames you for the mess he's in. :C]

[firebranded.livejournal.com]

[annoys just based on principle; Axel feeds on your scorn!]

Did what?

[nottherealthing.livejournal.com]

Killed you, what else?

[firebranded.livejournal.com]

What'll you give me if I tell you?

[nottherealthing.livejournal.com]

Why should I give you anything?

[firebranded.livejournal.com]

You can't expect to get something for nothing.

[nottherealthing.livejournal.com]

It's just information. Not even important information.

[firebranded.livejournal.com]

Then just give me some unimportant information about yourself and then we'll be even.

[nottherealthing.livejournal.com]

I beat that replica of mine after you sent it after me. Happy?

[firebranded.livejournal.com]

[psh] I could've guessed that, but fine.

Nobody killed me. I did it to myself.