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[and have a Larxene, wisps of darkness leaking from her wounds and looking none-too-pleased despite being alive again.]

Someone better tell me what the hell's going on.

(OOC: What is this thing you call self-control. Post-death Larxene from the same universe as a_ccidentalism. his currently pissed-off ex what)

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[Busy digging his grave]

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[There's a sinking sensation in his gut which prickles in realizing that her questions are becoming more probing, and that he is all too quickly running out of answers which the woman likely wishes to hear. Roxas would gladly deliver her into the hands of this Axel fellow, if it's her wish. But he suspects slipping up and suddenly being useless by answering incorrectly would bode very badly for his longevity.]

Recently..

[Roxas' head gives a thoughtful shake, as if suggesting that he hadn't but the question was moot regardless.]

He could be anywhere at this point.

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[presses a hand to her temples.]

I thought as much without your "help," thanks.

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[Roxas has already moved onto other ideas, such as stopping passers-by to inquire precisely where such an individual might be. A few responses are complete busts, while some of the DR's occupants come off as duds themselves.( He was looking for the person Axel, not some mechanics to a vehicle. Those toon animals are so bizarre. )]

Don't be upset...
Apparently someone's seen him.

[Roxas may not believe his companion is miss congeniality or that she possesses a heart of gold, but he's loathe to see her shift through so many negative emotions. It gives him the most sickening sensation to see those flashes of dark irritation cross her features, and so the boy aims to appease.]

This way.

[Have a little Roxas hand, even if you probably won't take it. The offer still stands as a little show of trust, in the futile hope that it'll tame even a portion of her rising ire.]

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[follows, if only because she doesn't want to alert Axel to her presence by doing the asking herself. The Roxas hand is disregarded.]

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[Leading you to the spot below the attic, as that's the last known whereabouts of any active Axels. Showdown is a go?]

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(OOC: l-lol muncest. I probably have to make another post for this.)

[glances up. Can't really see anyon -

Red hair. And there's no way she'd mistake the mocking tones in that voice, even in a place with this many duplicates. There's a crackle of lightning as she summons her kunai. Like Axel's chakrams, these look significantly different from those of the other Larxenes; the weapons are completely inky black.]

AXEL. DOWN HERE. NOW. OR ARE YOU TOO SCARED?

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( ooc: Or reply to the attic post. Whichever you prefer, considering that you're running this show~. )


[Certainly had not anticipated such an outcome, but he has little cause or reason to do much more than play the casual observer from his spot on the side-lines. Honestly, from what Sora had divulged, you would have thought this Axel character was the villian here. At this point, Roxas hadn't a clue what to think.]

ooc;

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Right, right. Probably the former, then.