I'm coming up on infrared [CLOSED]
Who: Axel, Saïx, and Demyx. Later, Xemnas.
What: The capture and punishment of a traitor.
Where: Somewhere in the Southern District.
When: Monday Monday Monday!
Warnings: Violence, Dusk-ing.
It's easy to fall back into the routine. Move through the Corridors as quickly as possible. Stick to the shadows, don't go into the open. Stay indoors whenever possible. Never stay in one place too long. If he had any true feeling of pride, it might be hurt by having to run and hide like this. But Axel has always been good at surviving, and if he has to run and hide, he'll do it without a second thought.
But there's something new in his old routine of hide and move and hide and move faster. It's not the snatched hours of sleep with his back pressed against a wall and a chakram in hand; that had become almost familiar even before arriving here. It's the practice of this "Bending" thing.
It's hard. It's mentally exhausting work, and practicing it leaves him far more drained than all this hide and seek. But it's something he knows he has to learn fast. So he keeps pushing himself, until he can force objects into being and twist the walls until the windows in rooms no longer exist.
It's more than a newly Wakened should be able to do. Nearly eleven months of potential is there. But it's unfocused at best: he doesn't have any sort of control.
When he stops practicing long enough to move again, he finds himself in the shade of a dense group of trees. Somewhere in this place's Southern District, he guesses. Sticking to the shadows, the traitorous Eighth begins to look for some kind of shelter.
What: The capture and punishment of a traitor.
Where: Somewhere in the Southern District.
When: Monday Monday Monday!
Warnings: Violence, Dusk-ing.
It's easy to fall back into the routine. Move through the Corridors as quickly as possible. Stick to the shadows, don't go into the open. Stay indoors whenever possible. Never stay in one place too long. If he had any true feeling of pride, it might be hurt by having to run and hide like this. But Axel has always been good at surviving, and if he has to run and hide, he'll do it without a second thought.
But there's something new in his old routine of hide and move and hide and move faster. It's not the snatched hours of sleep with his back pressed against a wall and a chakram in hand; that had become almost familiar even before arriving here. It's the practice of this "Bending" thing.
It's hard. It's mentally exhausting work, and practicing it leaves him far more drained than all this hide and seek. But it's something he knows he has to learn fast. So he keeps pushing himself, until he can force objects into being and twist the walls until the windows in rooms no longer exist.
It's more than a newly Wakened should be able to do. Nearly eleven months of potential is there. But it's unfocused at best: he doesn't have any sort of control.
When he stops practicing long enough to move again, he finds himself in the shade of a dense group of trees. Somewhere in this place's Southern District, he guesses. Sticking to the shadows, the traitorous Eighth begins to look for some kind of shelter.