baby i swear it's deja vu.

[spyied.livejournal.com]

--oi!

[sighs, picking himself up and placing the chair that was in his way to the other side of the gym. and now he's trying out a few of his gadgets. ... like his foot rockets. he's adjusting his collar while he goes.]

Comments

[waxsimulacra.livejournal.com]

You better watch, kissing spy.

[floats upside down in front of him, all smiles.]

Someone is trying to take your most cherished possession.

1/3

[spyied.livejournal.com]

[looking around--]

Who's the--

2/3

[spyied.livejournal.com]

[spots him.]

[lingerieslut.livejournal.com]

Nice collar.

[leaning against a weight machine, dressed in his usual lingerie attire]

3/3

[spyied.livejournal.com]

[jkfl;sfs falls straight onto his back as a defensive measure, arm out towards him to shoot a gun hidden in his bodysuit. ... pause.]

... wait, what?

[spyied.livejournal.com]

Not my ch...

[st-stares.]

[waxsimulacra.livejournal.com]

My my, you're jumpy.

[takes a few steps forward, looming over him with a flicking and curling tail.]

I said there are gnomes stealing your underwear.

[lingerieslut.livejournal.com]

[is used to the staring, so he just waits for the blond to regain the power of speech]

[spyied.livejournal.com]

[... blink. studies him for a minute, and falls out of his defensive stance, sitting up.]

... you're some sort of... Cheshire Cat... person? So you speak in riddles.

[waxsimulacra.livejournal.com]

Riddles? No! No, not anymore, that's outdated. Just nonsense. It's up to you to decrypt it and decipher lie from fact.

[offers his hand out.]

[spyied.livejournal.com]

[truth be told, he's a little creeped out.]

... you're... in lingerie. And... you're an Axel.

... okay.

[spyied.livejournal.com]

But isn't that what a riddle essentially is...?

[... takes it, hesitantly.]

[waxsimulacra.livejournal.com]

Exactly!

[such a strange boy, but he lifts him forward.]

Now I've come to give you a warning, listen this time!

[lingerieslut.livejournal.com]

[waves his hand dismissively]

Yeah, yeah. Now that we've figured that out, may we get to business?

[spyied.livejournal.com]

[he frowns a bit at that, but shrugs.]

What business? I've never met you before.

[spyied.livejournal.com]

... uh, right!

[straightens, looking attentive.]

[lingerieslut.livejournal.com]

Not directly, Hips. But I know of you.

[waxsimulacra.livejournal.com]

You are Water, he is Fire. Fire wants Oxygen, but the Water is in the way.

Fire won't stop until he gets what he wants.

[grins.]

And that is all.

[his existence fades from the scene.]

[spyied.livejournal.com]

[... wait, what? but the only person who knows about that would be Citadel. ... or someone who broke in, but that guy looks like Axel and also only his Axel knows who he is but-- he stumbles back, quickly.]

[spyied.livejournal.com]

[if he was Water and this other guy was Fire... Fire craves for Oxygen, Fire needs Oxygen to live, but Oxygen and Water are parts of each other... so Water--]

... oh.

[lingerieslut.livejournal.com]

[arches an eyebrow at the stumbling]

I'm not going to hurt you, sugar.

[spyied.livejournal.com]

[... stiffly stands, looking at attention to run away or fight.]

... okay, the Axel I know wouldn't wear lingerie, but you talk just like him and it's really creeping me out and no one but him calls me Hips.

[lingerieslut.livejournal.com]

Except a certain blond with a taste for needles.

[spyied.livejournal.com]

I told him specifically to not call me Hips. It's k--

[his heart skips a beat.]

... he told you?

[lingerieslut.livejournal.com]

[points to the tag hanging from his collar]

Actually, I can read. I saw him make that for you.