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[tappedvampxel.livejournal.com]

[ Really coming out of the woodwork tonight, aren't they? You wouldn't guess it by looking at him, settled comfortably on a couch in the main room, relaxed as can be into the cushions, but this guy's new. He's wearing the Organization uniform, his hood is up, but the edges of scar peering out just beneath the opening are hard to mistake. Yes, it's a Saïx, and an injured one, to boot. He's sure he's sporting a few cracked bones under that uniform, perhaps some internal bleeding, but he's not worried. They're healing as he sits, one hand tapping out a tune only he knows on the arm rest. He doesn't know where he is, but what he does know... Well, isn't that interesting. ]

Come out, come out...

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[argeneaufire.livejournal.com]

[And this one practically kills himself multiple times running down the hall at full speed towards the door. He feels it. He feels it. NOOOOOOOOO. There Axel goes, slamming into the frame, frozen with horror at who is sitting in front of him.]

[tappedvampxel.livejournal.com]

For someone who was confirmed dead, you seem to be in top form.

[The hand on the armrest stills.]

That was faster than I expected.

[argeneaufire.livejournal.com]

[Look, a rarity! Axel is speechless. Or, at least he is mostly speechless. His mouth his hanging open, and tiny noises are trying to form words, but he's lost the ability to speak in any language other than gibberish. Oh, but wait, he can form one word--]

Saix.

[tappedvampxel.livejournal.com]

... Perhaps not top form, if you can't even form a proper sentence.

[Saïx reaches up and pushes his hood back, careful not to aggravate his wounds or even show that he really has them. No weaknesses here. Look, Axel. It's your old friend.]

[argeneaufire.livejournal.com]

I'm in better form than you are.

[Heeeey, he can feel you, dumbshit. Axel will take a step or two forward into the room, his eyes locked on the man before him.]

[skybright]

[it's not the person Saix is looking for, of course. it's just a girl with a few books in her arms and a bit of cloth sitting lopsidedly on her head as though it was being used as a blindfold and got pushed up.]

[tappedvampxel.livejournal.com]

[Oh, well, isn't that just as fascinating. If nothing else, she could prove to be useful in a few minutes.]

Busy, are we?

[skybright]

Huh?

[she looks over at him, then down at her books with a little nervous grin.]

Guess so.

[tappedvampxel.livejournal.com]

[Saïx smirks, tilting his head down to better hide his face. Not that it matters, really - it's just natural instinct.]

I wonder if you might be able to assist me.

[before]

And who are you hunting?

[Oh look, a wolf. Only not. Have something that looks vaguely similar to Axel, Saix, and seems to be very much a werewolf! He's got his hood up, eyes bright beneath it, hands in his pockets.]

[tappedvampxel.livejournal.com]

[You, stranger, smell very different to his heightened senses. It's rather disgusting, compared to what he's used to. But the similarities in his appearance and voice have Saïx's attention. He hesitates only for a few seconds.]

Old friends.

[before]

Sounds like fun. Just who in particular~?

[He's moving closer, obviously not concerned for his wellbeing. Of course he knows this Saix isn't a normal one.]

[tappedvampxel.livejournal.com]

Does it matter?

[Now how could you know that? Saïx would love to find out.]

[sandinmyboots.livejournal.com]

Wherever you are...

[Kefka finishes the sentence, grinning as he turns the corner to spot--wow, he's never seen hair like that before.]

[tappedvampxel.livejournal.com]

[He does not particularly care for people speaking for him, and turns to look at Kefka with very obvious distaste. Or, what would be very obvious if his eyes were visible.]

[sandinmyboots.livejournal.com]

Grumpy, aren't we?

[Isn't this one tetchy?]

[tappedvampxel.livejournal.com]

Is that how it seems?

[Extremely. His hood is pushed off completely so he can get a better look.]

[bittenkey.livejournal.com]

[he looks at you a little curiously in passing when he hears that. his mind is an open book- a book on food, mostly. and Axel. there are an amazing amount of thoughts about Axel in there. some of them tentatively include food with Axel. being still relatively new, he can't read minds himself very well, or control others much at all.]

Hm?

[tappedvampxel.livejournal.com]

[Oh. He senses Sora long before he sees him, a combination of his status as a Nobody and the nanos reacting to each other. It isn't long before he has his full attention, the shock and interest well-hidden behind a mask of apathy. These are the most interesting thoughts he's heard in ages.]

Hm indeed.

[bittenkey.livejournal.com]

[those thoughts go on the back burner- for the moment at least- when he focuses his attention more on Saix. not that he realizes it's a Saix yet, not having had the chance to meet him yet in their own world. his fangs aren't out at all, for all his thoughts of food.]

Are you looking for someone?

[tappedvampxel.livejournal.com]

I may be. But I wonder if I'd even be able to find him here.

[Allow him to delve into your mind a little deeper, if you will, Sora. Do you know anything about him?]

[lightning-larx.livejournal.com]

[Larxene approves of Saïxes being injured. It's merely a pity he's not (technically) dead.

She moves a bit more towards the opposite side of the room when she sees him though. Just in case.]

[tappedvampxel.livejournal.com]

[He is so far from interested in Larxene, that he doesn't even bother looking up. In fact, he shows no outward signs whatsoever of having even noticed her.]

[lightning-larx.livejournal.com]

[If he tries to get into her head, she might notice after too much experience with Vampxel. Not that she could do anything about it...]

[tappedvampxel.livejournal.com]

[Oh, he's doing that right about now. He always does. It's only natural for an immortal like himself. What can you tell him about this place, Larxene?]