[closed log]
Who: Axel, Naminé
What: Catching up after arriving, so to speak.
When: Nowish?
Where: Naminé's room (6-15a)
Warnings: None come to mind!
It's not that Axel has never been to unfamiliar locations before. After all, that was half his job when he worked with the Organization: flitting in and out of places, with only the smell of ashes left on the air as he slipped into another portal. He was one of their many useful mechanisms, a cog in a machine that was meant to work toward a flawless-yet, for the most part, completely unclear-plan. It was a plan that eluded him when he "cared," and now, he realizes he doesn't even care anymore. Whatever ideals or goals the Organization had in mind were replaced; whatever motivations he once had were sorted out differently.
But that doesn't mean old habits die just like that. There were good things about the Organization, things that helped him stay alive long enough to say those wistful words to Sora before he faded into nothingness. But what's nostalgia and loss when you're dead? Even more, what is he meant to grieve by being caught here, if he never had a world to lose?
(What might exist in that place is part of a long-gone past; he doesn't see any point in revisiting it now.)
He only figures that it's this lack of attachment that makes it easier for him to scope out the area, and note the various people there. These guides are helpful, and the information they deliver is useful enough. Sure, some people are a little more for sharing, showing, and telling more than he'd like, but if that's how things are, he'll use it to his advantage. Maybe not just yet, though.
No, for now, he has to put a little of that information to use. It takes a little work to locate where she's at, but he shows up at her door eventually. A part of him thinks it might be more interesting to just appear inside, one dark corridor to another location is all it would take, but that's rude. And he's no Saïx. Axel tugs back the hood he's worn since he's arrived and he knocks, just twice, and he swings back languidly to act as if this is the most casual encounter in the world.
After all, a guy like him, why wouldn't he show up to talk to someone like Naminé? She's the type who would make it her business to know everything.
What: Catching up after arriving, so to speak.
When: Nowish?
Where: Naminé's room (6-15a)
Warnings: None come to mind!
It's not that Axel has never been to unfamiliar locations before. After all, that was half his job when he worked with the Organization: flitting in and out of places, with only the smell of ashes left on the air as he slipped into another portal. He was one of their many useful mechanisms, a cog in a machine that was meant to work toward a flawless-yet, for the most part, completely unclear-plan. It was a plan that eluded him when he "cared," and now, he realizes he doesn't even care anymore. Whatever ideals or goals the Organization had in mind were replaced; whatever motivations he once had were sorted out differently.
But that doesn't mean old habits die just like that. There were good things about the Organization, things that helped him stay alive long enough to say those wistful words to Sora before he faded into nothingness. But what's nostalgia and loss when you're dead? Even more, what is he meant to grieve by being caught here, if he never had a world to lose?
(What might exist in that place is part of a long-gone past; he doesn't see any point in revisiting it now.)
He only figures that it's this lack of attachment that makes it easier for him to scope out the area, and note the various people there. These guides are helpful, and the information they deliver is useful enough. Sure, some people are a little more for sharing, showing, and telling more than he'd like, but if that's how things are, he'll use it to his advantage. Maybe not just yet, though.
No, for now, he has to put a little of that information to use. It takes a little work to locate where she's at, but he shows up at her door eventually. A part of him thinks it might be more interesting to just appear inside, one dark corridor to another location is all it would take, but that's rude. And he's no Saïx. Axel tugs back the hood he's worn since he's arrived and he knocks, just twice, and he swings back languidly to act as if this is the most casual encounter in the world.
After all, a guy like him, why wouldn't he show up to talk to someone like Naminé? She's the type who would make it her business to know everything.