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[ 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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[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.]

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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.

[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.

... 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.]

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.]

Is that what you think?

[He looks so incredibly comfortable, but he's braced for a fight, if one is necessary.]

Actually, it's what I know. Now, either tell me what's the last thing you remember or I'll find out myself.

[Vampxel doesn't know what the fuck to really do in this situation, it's like Saix has removed his brain upon coming here. Either way, not joking around right now.]

I remember death. As should you.

[The hunger pains are going to be starting soon, at how quickly he's healing. He pulls his hand up to rest his chin across his knuckles, eying Axel with an almost thoughtful calm.]

[And of course, Axel will notice when they start forming and he almost bites his tongue off trying to not say what he has to.]

Agh, look. We'll talk about all of this.. shit later, right now we need to.. do something about you. Or something.

[sighs and rubs the back of his neck.]

Feeling sympathetic?

[His tone isn't friendly. It's downright mocking.]

No, I'd just rather not have to feel you dying, when I can do something about it. I have much more to think about than having to deal with all of this extra shit.

[He means that in the selfish god it must hurt to feel the person you turned died way, not in the whole IT WOULD UPSET ME way. If his expression doesn't show it enough, Saix should be able to pick up that and a few other things in the loud radio broadcast that is Axel's head right now.]

[Saïx doesn't think much of the reverse, you know. He felt it when Axel died, after all. But oh, there are traces of a smirk on his lips.]

Yes. You do seem to have a lot on your mind.

[... slow Axel is slow, so it'll take a few seconds before he'll catch that. Instantly that horror expression is back on his face, followed by rage. Of course, he'll try to block his thoughts (he would've forgotten the skill in all of this time if he was a mortal)--]

What the fuck! How did you!

[My, my, what a wicked grin. He enjoys the fact that he didn't have to say it himself, that Axel instantly knew.]

You've let your guards down. Your mind is an open book.

[Well here, Saix. Have some memories that you'd probably thought you'd never see from this perspective. Recognize the brown headed boy tangled with the black headed boy in the picture that Axel's throwing up as a barrier? Yeah. Guess what day this was. They look pretty damn young too.]

[He actually cringes, eyes narrowing angrily from his surprise. He's practically baring his fangs at Axel, the full extent of how tense he is crystal clear.]

[Ohoho, showing your fangs to the sire? No, no, no. Axel's fangs extend fully at the instant he feels threatened, a low cross between a snarl and a hiss escapes his mouth before he even realizes what he's doing.]

[Injured or not, he isn't the least bit intimidated by that display. But he isn't stupid, either, and he's not going to go starting a fight he's not absolutely certain he could win. His fangs don't retract, but he does lose some of the aggression, a hard expression on his face.]

On guard now, are you?

You aren't in the position or stupid enough to try anything, I know. But, you haven't learned, even to this day, exactly who you are dealing with. Or hell, you don't even know what you are dealing with, do you?

[A very serious expression going on here, one that isn't normally on a face like this.]

[His eyes narrow, the silvery sheen to them dangerously bright.]

I know everything that matters.

Oh, enlighten me on what you think your currently limited knowledge holds. Don't waste my time, or the rest of your current life span, either.

Should I? One would think I'd be able to block you out by now, Axel. If your current distraction says anything.

[He shifts, lowers his arm, the bones having healed enough that he can sit up straight.]

Shall we test it?

[sudden concentration on that scar. ~~somewhere far away, someone is thinking of elevator music~~ And now have an aggitated face. Whyyy, your thoughts.]

You know very well we cannot get diseases from anything, including women, Isa.

[Because like hell was he going to concentrate on something actually important for that little test. He's not pleased with the results, either.]

And yet, had we been mortal, I'm sure you would have walked away with three or four. Lea.

And what, you think you would've gotten out of her unscathed?

[Oh, their taste in women was classy.]

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