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[f1re0nthesun]

[here's a new arrival, an Axel with a Sunagakure hitai-ate around his neck, stereotypical Naruto sandals on his feet, and an otherwise plain outfit apart from the loose-fitting black jacket, vaguely reminiscent of an Org coat. Not that he needs flashy clothes; his hair does enough attention-grabbing on its own. He prowls around a bit, getting his bearings, then sprawls on a couch somewhere like he owns the place, one leg hooked over the back of it. Within a few minutes appears to be asleep, though he's probably not.]

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[smallsparks.livejournal.com]

[peeks over the edge of the couch.]

You look stupider than normal.

[f1re0nthesun]

[opens eyes lazily, then flails so hard he falls off the couch, once he's identified who it is. Damn ninja reflexes don't work with Larxene, dammit.]

Uh. [plays it cool] Do I know you, runt?

[smallsparks.livejournal.com]

[lolin. and leans on the couch.]

Doubt it. You're too old to be from my world.

[f1re0nthesun]

Your world? The hell does that mean? And I'm not old, jeez. You're just a runt. [sits back down warily, keeping a close eye on her.]

[smallsparks.livejournal.com]

[jumps over it so she's sitting too.]

Means you're not where you think you are~ And yeah, you're old.

[f1re0nthesun]

[manages to not recoil away from her, but only just]

Yeah? Where am I, then? And they must have pretty damn short lifespans where you come from, if eighteen is considered old.

[smallsparks.livejournal.com]

[snicker]

Crossroads, or something.

Well, you're a lot older than me.

[f1re0nthesun]

....huh. Well, whatever. Shit happens. [scrutinizes her] So how old are you, ten or something?

[smallsparks.livejournal.com]

Eleven.

[little glare.]

[icy-chemistry.livejournal.com]

[just happens to be wandering by, exploring the area. his briefcase is in hand and his suit jacket is slung over his shoulder. he spots Axel and his brows rise]

For some reason I thought that colour was only available for emergency vehicles.

[it wasn't loud, but not exactly soft either. just a simple statement]

[f1re0nthesun]

[stares] Vexen? I-- you-- it's uh, been a while. You look... different. [and alive, but he's not going to say that out loud]

[icy-chemistry.livejournal.com]

[raises an eyebrow questioningly] And you look unfamiliar.

[f1re0nthesun]

[eyes him thoroughly] Hn, guess I might. Doesn't matter, anyway. [smiles in a way that should probably be questioned, either for its evasiveness or the touch of smugness lurking in it]

[icy-chemistry.livejournal.com]

It seems somewhat unfair that you know my name and yet I do not know yours. [has seen smiles like that at his old job, knows they tend to mean Bad Things, capitals intended] Is there any particular reason you are smiling like that?

[f1re0nthesun]

Of course, how rude of me. I'm Axel; remember it. [tones the grin down a tiny bit] Not really, no. [does a couple of quick handseals and turns a hand palm up, flames hovering over it. Turns it around with his fingers, somehow not getting burnt by it]

[icy-chemistry.livejournal.com]

I'm sure I will. [starts a bit at the sudden burst of flame] Intriguing... [death by fire... and this one knows his name as well... perhaps...?] Do you know a man with pink hair?

[f1re0nthesun]

[grimaces in a way that guys don't usually grimace unless they're being told about how menstrual cycles work] Sadly, yes. Why? [rolls the flame over to the back of his hand, balancing it across his knuckles]

[forgetxyouxnot.livejournal.com]

[Hi. Have a Roxas making a very perplexed face at your sleeping form over the arm of that sofa. That was where -he- typically slept, and was about to crash, specifically because said area is the farthest from the line of bedrooms several hallways away. Yes, you heard that right. Farthest.]


....Time to move again I guess.

[f1re0nthesun]

[cracks an eye open] Roxas? [looks a little flabbergasted and just a bit hopeful]

[forgetxyouxnot.livejournal.com]

...Mmhm?

[Instinctively perks a little at his name, far used to relating the voice and that word with a positive greeting. Well, he does for all of a split second, before reality settles back into place around him. Right.]

[f1re0nthesun]

[eyes him for a moment before waking up the rest of the way, sighing dejectedly] I must be hallucinating or something. You're definitely not the Roxas I know.

[forgetxyouxnot.livejournal.com]

[Shakes head slowly, having known that from the start...and feeling a little guilt in possibly behaving as though Roxas recogized him at all.]


...Sorry, No.

[f1re0nthesun]

Damn. 'S just as well, though. I'd probably just yell at mine if I saw him again. [trying to put up a tough front, and not doing very well]

[jailedbait.livejournal.com]

Fuck.

[f1re0nthesun]

...hello to you too. Am I dreaming, or do you suddenly have horns? [frowns blearily at him]