I'm forced to call this a home. [open/active]
Characters: Axel and open to anyone at all.
Setting: The Entrance Hall. You're surprised, I know.
Time: Night 009
Summary: He's got a brilliant plan and nothing's going to stop him, except maybe ending up in a house he can't escape.
Warnings: Language, probably.
That little punk. Couldn't even cut him some slack on account of being friends.
He really had gone all out in that last fight, with two keyblades. If he sat still too long, he could still feel them smacking into his skin, metal marking flesh and jarring bone too far out of place. One arm was wrapped around his middle, holding himself together by the leather glove clenched in the jacket at his side. Axel had summoned a portal right the hell out of that mansion. There was no way he could sit back and watch as Roxas walked through that door. This was everything he had tried and tried, and failed to prevent. If he wanted to throw everything away, for what, for nothing? Then, so be it.
In the next life, yeah, right. There wasn't gonna be a next life. Not for a nobody like him.
Fingers tugged the zipper down until the jacket was loose enough, less clingy, less suffocating and squeezing him with his every move. His ribs felt a little on the splintered side, nothing a potion couldn't fix in the span of a few minutes, though. But for now, for now he wanted to sit with it. Sit with the pain and remember what it meant to him, what it signified.
Was this the moment? Was Roxas, at this exact second, joining with Sora? Had that been the answer he was seeking? Giving up everything for someone he didn't even- for someone who didn't even know he existed.
Axel exhaled through his nostrils.
He couldn't go back to the Organization. Not now. Not with how he had failed. Failing was defying orders, and his hesitance had shown more than enough foul-play through their eyes. A part of him had to wonder if that wasn't the plan all along. To send him on a mission he couldn't accomplish, even though he had taken down members ranking far higher than Roxas in combat. To send him on a mission he couldn't accomplish, because he had something, nothing, what he couldn't describe devoted into number XIII.
He was different, Axel had known it from the start, and now he was gone.
It was right, though, somehow, seeing as his Somebody was still alive and kicking. But it didn't make it any easier to accept. It was actually annoying the hell out of him- but then, that was only a murmur of something he remembered being able to feel.
And it was such- such bullshit. He had never given a damn about any of this! The Organization was a common cause, gave them something to strive for in the blank slate of the world, where they weren't even meant to exist, but they did. They thrived together, stealing hearts, shedding blood, desecrating worlds and he could have gone along oblivious and content, if it hadn't been for Roxas.
Roxas ruined everything.
None of it mattered now.
This was going to be it now. Hiding and running, becoming the type of nobody he was bound to seek and destroy. And so the hunter becomes the hunted, he thought with a bitter noise of amusement. How long did he have, before they were on his tail, sticking their ugly mugs where they didn't belong?
Longer, if he didn't report back on his failure. The reins were in his hands now, and maybe- maybe nothing mattered right now, but it could. It could matter.
Nobodies weren't guaranteed a next life. Just wasn't in the stars or the master plan. But if Axel had his way, Roxas was going to get one, to hell with the consequences and anyone who was stupid enough to get caught in the crossfire. He smirked and lifted his hand to call forth a portal in front of him, stood up as soon as the gray and black swirls appeared. Axel's feet were heavy, his body was weary but his mind was fresh, anew, smoldering with all the ways he could go about this.
Things were going to be perfect. Things were going to go back to how they were. Nothing and nobody was going to get in his way. There wasn't a thing in these plentiful worlds that could stop him from reaching the end of this path.
Except maybe tripping.
That he hadn't really planned on.
Knees buckled and he hit the ground with a thud, made a move to catch himself with his hands as the world bottomed out and spun beneath him, made him dizzy with the sudden loss of gravity. Boots thudded against the floorboards as he landed. He looked up and frowned, confusion marring his features as he looked around. Out of one creepy mansion and into another, huh?
"Oh, c'mon," he groaned. Couldn't one thing go right?
[ooc: alright, so this is pretty lengthy. tried to trim it down, but i liked it too much. don't feel at all obliged to have to reply with something as massive. as my replies will be a loooot shorter than this. ]
Setting: The Entrance Hall. You're surprised, I know.
Time: Night 009
Summary: He's got a brilliant plan and nothing's going to stop him, except maybe ending up in a house he can't escape.
Warnings: Language, probably.
That little punk. Couldn't even cut him some slack on account of being friends.
He really had gone all out in that last fight, with two keyblades. If he sat still too long, he could still feel them smacking into his skin, metal marking flesh and jarring bone too far out of place. One arm was wrapped around his middle, holding himself together by the leather glove clenched in the jacket at his side. Axel had summoned a portal right the hell out of that mansion. There was no way he could sit back and watch as Roxas walked through that door. This was everything he had tried and tried, and failed to prevent. If he wanted to throw everything away, for what, for nothing? Then, so be it.
In the next life, yeah, right. There wasn't gonna be a next life. Not for a nobody like him.
Fingers tugged the zipper down until the jacket was loose enough, less clingy, less suffocating and squeezing him with his every move. His ribs felt a little on the splintered side, nothing a potion couldn't fix in the span of a few minutes, though. But for now, for now he wanted to sit with it. Sit with the pain and remember what it meant to him, what it signified.
Was this the moment? Was Roxas, at this exact second, joining with Sora? Had that been the answer he was seeking? Giving up everything for someone he didn't even- for someone who didn't even know he existed.
Axel exhaled through his nostrils.
He couldn't go back to the Organization. Not now. Not with how he had failed. Failing was defying orders, and his hesitance had shown more than enough foul-play through their eyes. A part of him had to wonder if that wasn't the plan all along. To send him on a mission he couldn't accomplish, even though he had taken down members ranking far higher than Roxas in combat. To send him on a mission he couldn't accomplish, because he had something, nothing, what he couldn't describe devoted into number XIII.
He was different, Axel had known it from the start, and now he was gone.
It was right, though, somehow, seeing as his Somebody was still alive and kicking. But it didn't make it any easier to accept. It was actually annoying the hell out of him- but then, that was only a murmur of something he remembered being able to feel.
And it was such- such bullshit. He had never given a damn about any of this! The Organization was a common cause, gave them something to strive for in the blank slate of the world, where they weren't even meant to exist, but they did. They thrived together, stealing hearts, shedding blood, desecrating worlds and he could have gone along oblivious and content, if it hadn't been for Roxas.
Roxas ruined everything.
None of it mattered now.
This was going to be it now. Hiding and running, becoming the type of nobody he was bound to seek and destroy. And so the hunter becomes the hunted, he thought with a bitter noise of amusement. How long did he have, before they were on his tail, sticking their ugly mugs where they didn't belong?
Longer, if he didn't report back on his failure. The reins were in his hands now, and maybe- maybe nothing mattered right now, but it could. It could matter.
Nobodies weren't guaranteed a next life. Just wasn't in the stars or the master plan. But if Axel had his way, Roxas was going to get one, to hell with the consequences and anyone who was stupid enough to get caught in the crossfire. He smirked and lifted his hand to call forth a portal in front of him, stood up as soon as the gray and black swirls appeared. Axel's feet were heavy, his body was weary but his mind was fresh, anew, smoldering with all the ways he could go about this.
Things were going to be perfect. Things were going to go back to how they were. Nothing and nobody was going to get in his way. There wasn't a thing in these plentiful worlds that could stop him from reaching the end of this path.
Except maybe tripping.
That he hadn't really planned on.
Knees buckled and he hit the ground with a thud, made a move to catch himself with his hands as the world bottomed out and spun beneath him, made him dizzy with the sudden loss of gravity. Boots thudded against the floorboards as he landed. He looked up and frowned, confusion marring his features as he looked around. Out of one creepy mansion and into another, huh?
"Oh, c'mon," he groaned. Couldn't one thing go right?
[ooc: alright, so this is pretty lengthy. tried to trim it down, but i liked it too much. don't feel at all obliged to have to reply with something as massive. as my replies will be a loooot shorter than this. ]