psychobabble.

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[an Axel is stumbling out of some anonymous room, and he looks like hell. what looks like eyeliner is smeared across his lids. he has an expression of delirium.]

Holy shit... Where am I?

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[--hey, he came back with the pills, didn't he?]

[in any case, he's on his way out again, feet following the same measured pace as before.]

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[and genius here is tipping his head back, bottle poised for chugging.]

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[has the prescence of mind to turn around when he hears that long clickclickclack of pills falling.]

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Damnit, Axel--!

[he's more upset about having to turn back again than about Axel's apparent suicidal leanings.]

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Mrrm?

[he's got a mouthful of pills.]

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Spit those out.

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[right onto the floor.]

This is a dream, Rox'. I can't die.

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You're awake, Axel.

[guh. he doesn't even know why he's bothering.]

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Oh yeah? Prove it.

[he challenges.]

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[...]

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[and he's suddenly right in front of Axel, Oathkeeper's ornate notches pressing up against the redhead's chest.]

You can't touch a dream.

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[stares down at the odd weapon.]

You can't conjure weapons in reality, either.

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Yes, I can.

[firmly.]

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[a hand gingerly lifts to set itself on the blade.]

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[just continues to hold it up, frown still in place.]

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[cold, metallic... his fingers curiously trace the intricate design.]

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[his eyes challenge: convinced yet?]

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... kinda girly, don't you think.

[lol, oh Axel.]

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Really.

[his voice is like ice.]

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In a cute way.

[tests it's sharpness, shoving his fingers roughly against an edge.]

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[that cute comment? not helping.]

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[it's not that sharp -- Roxas uses the keyblades for bludgeoning, not slicing.]

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It's weird, though. What is it?

[loops fingers through the ornamented spirals.]

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A Keyblade.

[looks like he's not going to volunteer any more information. huffy much?]

[ ooc; need sleep now. 'night.]

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A what.

[totally thinking 'gayblade' right about now.]

[ooc: smart idea, but i'm gonna tough it out for a while longer.]