side B -- there's a fire inside

[before]

[Against this section of wall, there is a Red. He's slumped against it, hood pulled up. He's unconscious.

Blood is splattered across the glass, the only evidence of what happened.

From side A, it would be fairly difficult to see the wisps of decidedly red hair peeking out of the hood.]


(ooc: Hmm~. Too lazy to put some Axel icons on here.)

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[dawnrise]

[Riku, for one, is not fucking awake enough for this. She finally got some semi-decent sleep, which hadn't happened since before the spell started, and one of the first things she sees after waking up is one of her friends apparently injured?

She really doesn't care if it's not going to do any good. She's banging on the wall with her fists and creating repeated flashes of light with her shield to try and get his attention. If he doesn't turn around she's going to go running to find Kai.]

[before]

[Consciousness is returning pretty quickly, no worries! Even from this angle, he can see the light, but he doesn't do much more than shift where he's sitting at first. He's sore, and feeling distinctly empty, which he knows isn't good.

But of course, he can't really bring himself to care.]

[dawnrise]

[She saw that, and if he doesn't muster up enough energy to at least turn around and look at her-- Riku takes a step back and summons a pretty massive blast of dark firaga between her hands. It should light things up pretty well, and if it doesn't get his attention she is going to find someone who will.]

[before]

[No, no, he gets it. Someone's trying to talk to him. He turns, pushes himself up with a hand against the wall. He probably seems different even now; his hands, quite visible, have more colour than he ever has; there's just enough of a difference in the way he's holding himself to be worrying.

Oh, and of course, his jacket is torn again, which should be visible when he starts to turn to face the wall. Thick, raking claw marks over his front. Though, he's no longer bleeding.]

[dawnrise]

[It's too bad he couldn't be on the same side as her, because it wouldn't take his natural sense of it for him to see how that makes her feel. That sight is enough to make Riku's blood go cold, and she smashes one hand flat against the wall, somewhere in his line of sight to try and get his attention. She wants him to look at her.]

[before]

[Alright, alright, hold your horses, woman. He's still sore! But he's turning to face her, hood still up, though his mouth is set into a thin line. ...The tips of those oh-so-familiar Axel markings are probably visible, too.]

[dawnrise]

[And her reaction is almost immediate when she sees them. He won't hear it, but the sound of Riku's head hitting the glass would be pretty loud to anyone on her side. She doesn't stay there long; she pulls her head back up and lifts her hands, pushing her hair back to signal at him to do the same with the hood. Oh, Riku knows exactly what's under there, but she has to see it.]

[before]

[He doesn't, at first, because even if he doesn't feel anything other than empty right now, he's still got all his memories and definitely doesn't like seeing Riku upset. But he pushes the hood back, revealing the rest of the tattoos, a very human skin colour, and bright red hair that is much spikier than his hair normally is. His expression is... vaguely grim. Almost apologetic. It's moved into that automatically.]

[dawnrise]

[That's all too bad. Because if he thought Riku looked upset before, it's really bad now, with how her entire posture just... falls. Her expression crumbles into something much more upset, probably one of the most downcast he's ever seen on her. She's also tense, like she's angry, or she wants to be. After a moment she starts fumbling at her waist, fishing out one of her pencils.]

[maverick-blades.livejournal.com]

*Rikka is here on side B too, and he flails (on the inside of course) and walks up to Red quickly (but not too quick to be uncool) and casts a Cure spell on him. What the hell did this idiot do.*

[before]

[Well, the Cure certainly helps! Too bad Cures don't restore hearts. He groans, shifts, glances up at Rikka- despite the very Red-type jacket, that definitely looks like an Axel under the hood.]

[maverick-blades.livejournal.com]

*He sees how injured he is, and puts his Brave Face on, trying to shift him to lie down on the floor. He'll cast another Cure now, trying to figure out what's happened here.*

[before]

[He's trying to push Rikka away- he's sore now, sure, but doesn't hurt as much as the injuries look like he should.]

I'm fine.

[maverick-blades.livejournal.com]

*He eventually sees the tears in the coat, and realizes what's happened.*

... Red. You're an Axel now?

[before]

Apparently.

[Oh hey, look at that. His skin colour looks normal and everything!]

[maverick-blades.livejournal.com]

*He's noticed! And he backs up just a little bit, feeling awkward because you're kind of a kid like him sort of.*

Ah, well... are you going to be okay?

[before]

[Early twenties, if you want to be technical.]

Depends on your definition of "okay," I guess.

[thornpricked.livejournal.com]

[there's someone coming to stand over him, pausing to consider a moment before dropping to one knee to push that hood back, murmuring to himself.]

My, my. What have we here?

[before]

[Oh, he might be unconscious, but that doesn't mean you can touch, Marly-- his eyes snap open, and there's still a bit of Red's more acid-like colours to them as he stares at Marluxia.]

[thornpricked.livejournal.com]

[he doesn't seem unnerved at all by that stare. he's contemplating the color of those eyes, and the slight differences in the hair. the blood spatter doesn't bother him at all, either.]

Someone seems to have had a rough morning.

[before]

[It takes a minute for him to blink, but when he does, he seems more... conscious. His small frown quickly turns into a scowl; he knows pink hair means bad news.]

What do you want.

[thornpricked.livejournal.com]

[ah, there's that awareness to his eyes that wasn't there before. Marluxia pulls back, but not much.]

Such hostility is unbecoming of you. Is it so wrong to decide to check on someone in a state such as yours?

[before]

Word gets around here pretty well-

[He grunts and shifts, pushing himself up a bit.]

-about you. I very much doubt you're checking up on me out of the goodness of your heart.

[thornpricked.livejournal.com]

[doesn't budge to help him with that at all, merely raising an eyebrow and gesturing toward the blood on the glass.]

Obviously because I haven't got one. Neither it would seem, do you. I fail to see why you think what my counterparts do have anything to do with myself.

[before]

[He lets out a laugh, something not quite force, and sloooowly pushes himself to stand.]

Your counterparts.