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[icy-chemistry.livejournal.com]

[This Vexen has just entered the dressing room through a door a little ways off from the main area. He's wearing a labcoat, his hair tied back and glasses perched on top of his head, and he doesn't seem at all alarmed by the change of scenery. In one hand he's got a mug of black coffee and a clipboard tucked under his arm, the other hand holding a phone to his ear. He looks very unamused, his voice tight with barely restrained anger and forced politeness.]

I will tell you once more, Marluxia, I have no plans to assist you in your little scheme, nor will I ever. I suggest you shut your program down bef- no, that is not a threat you- will you lis-

I do not take kindly to threats either, Marluxia. You would do well to remember that.

[And he snaps the phone shut, ice growing over it as he chucks it violently at the nearest wall where it shatters, littering the hallway with bits of frozen metal. After a moment, he merely straightens his coat and massages the bridge of his nose, sighing heavily.]

(ooc: ... :D?)

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[bitchprentice.livejournal.com]

[--well, he almost got hit in the face with icemetal. have a glare thrown in your direction, Vexen.

well, at least until their relative similarity sinks in. the glare drops slightly.]

Why did you do that?

[icy-chemistry.livejournal.com]

[Oh, he had almost forgotten what doubles were like. After all, the dressing room had never had many Vexens around when he'd been here the first time.]

Because I am frustrated and will not need a phone that cannot connect while I am here.

[bitchprentice.livejournal.com]

[Even objects to being assumed to be a Vexen, on principle.]

And I'm sure causing damage to someone else's face would make life easier for you.

[icy-chemistry.livejournal.com]

[Well it's not Vexen's fault whoever designed Even got lazy.]

You say that as though I was purposely aiming for you.

[bitchprentice.livejournal.com]

[Which is SO UNFAIR, considering the timeline.]

No, I say it as if you were being careless.

[pause.]

What were you arguing about?

[icy-chemistry.livejournal.com]

A colleague of mine has decided he wants to play villain and has been trying to recruit me for it.

[He looks vaguely disgusted at the idea.]

[bitchprentice.livejournal.com]

[not as if Even even gets it.]

Play villain at what?

[flurryofsnow.livejournal.com]

[Axel here looks between the frozen phone remains, to Vexen, back to the frozen phone remains... since when, whu'?

Thin smile, though.]

Not a good day?

[icy-chemistry.livejournal.com]

That would be one way of putting it.

[Well isn't that interesting. Except not so much. An Axel with blue hair, huh.]

[flurryofsnow.livejournal.com]

[Heh, heh. He makes a 'come on' gesture.]

Any chance of mentioning another?

[icy-chemistry.livejournal.com]

If I were given a reason to.

[He does not trust Axels, as a rule.]

[flurryofsnow.livejournal.com]

[He thinks he gets why, and holds up his hands: peace, peace! No more stabbing.]

Heh. Okay.

[icy-chemistry.livejournal.com]

Now unless I have taken a severe injury to the head, your hair is rather unusual in comparison to most Axels. Why would that be?

[He might as well see about getting back to studying stuff here as soon as possible.]

[nagaxel]

[there's a cat-like-thing sitting at the end of the hall nearby. it appears completely unfazed by the shattering electronics, and just stretches and yawns, trotting over to Vexen. it only comes up to his knees, and sits down right by his foot, looking expectantly up at him.]

[icy-chemistry.livejournal.com]

[Well, give him a moment to stare down at that creature in surprise; it's not quite like anything he's seen before, after all.]

[nagaxel]

Prrp!

[and it's standing up again, marching right over his feet and down the hall, pausing about six feet away to turn and look back at him.]

[icy-chemistry.livejournal.com]

...I see. Here not five minutes and already I have an odd creature wanting me to follow them.

[He sighs again, taking a long swig of his coffee before following after the animal.]

[nagaxel]

[oh good, you caught on to that right away. :D trots down the hall, moving a little faster now that Vexen is following. better have all of that coffee, sir, you'll need it.]

[icy-chemistry.livejournal.com]

[He's finishing off his coffee and setting the mug down on a convenient shelf as he goes, yes. This is going to be something bad, isn't it.]

[clockworkboytoy.livejournal.com]

............ Creator!

*derp derp it's dragging around its red wagon filled with jars again*

[icy-chemistry.livejournal.com]

-ah.

[Now that's someone he's not unhappy to see! The wagon gets a brief, curious look.]

Hello.

[clockworkboytoy.livejournal.com]

You're back, Creator! I thought you went away.

*so are you looking at the wagon or the Hearts-in-jars in the wagon?*

[icy-chemistry.livejournal.com]

I, ah- did, unfortunately. But I am back now.

[A little bit of the former, a little bit of the latter, really.]

[clockworkboytoy.livejournal.com]

I've been training every day! I even have stronger cards now.

*the Hearts~ they glow~*

[icy-chemistry.livejournal.com]

That is... very good news. Perhaps once I have, ah, settled again we will run an examination.

[They are rather distracting.]