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[on the second level like any other normal person. Except for the fact he's manipulating fire. The unusual-colored flames are swirling around in the air, their wielder off to one side, gesturing lazily to make them shift forms and/or change direction. There doesn't really seem to be any structure to what he's doing, unless it's one that no one else

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[he gets initial impressions about a project of some sort, an experiment Roxas was involved with or in...?

Well, doesn't that seem familiar.]

And how did green happen?

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[The fire is slowly starting to reflect Axel's shift of focus to Roxas's data: what sense of structure it had becoming vaguer, the flames swirling every which way. He's picking up names now - CPCP, Omega Project...and what they mean. Talk about disturbing. But someone ordinary would never know from the slight smirk on Axel's face.]

Did you cause it?

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Magic, of course.

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Really.

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[lazily waves a hand, and the flames shrink back into a single stream that winds its way around Axel's wrist, eventually forming a small globe in his palm. Axel mirrors Roxas's expression, though it might have a bit more amused challenge in it.]

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As soon as you find some other explanation for this.

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[and with another gesture, the flames suddenly disappear.]

Good try, but nothing doing.

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Success at last.