Please defriend this journal.

You know...

Call me crazy, but I think I'm actually glad things are back to being quiet and normal.

[filtered to Roxas]
Bet you are too, huh.

[ - it's just a little strange to take a glance out the window (except there isn't a window) and see that the city...isn't a city anymore. And it's true that Axel was more than a little fazed at first, mainly because it looks identical to that weird world by the name of Wonderland in his universe ( Read more... )

[even if it is a city that he can't leave, there's no point in making that worse by remaining inside all the time. So Axel doesn't really need much of a reason to occasionally go for a walk outside ( Read more... )

Well, well, well. Never thought I'd see the day when my Template is higher up on the excitement scale than this one.

[pauses] But "never" doesn't really mean anything in this place, does it?

C'mon, Template. Prove me wrong. Entertain me.

[for someone who practically is a double-edged sword, the ones that this Template chooses to throw at him aren't really worth focusing on beyond that first moment of realization. They've fallen into a pattern, even; no powers and emotions, or no emotions and powers. Predictable. Boring.

This, though - this is something entirely different. The ( Read more... )

[standing outside Patonce House on Noble Street on the first and second level, making a show out of not contemplating it.]

I think this one might be cursed!

Huh. I've almost forgotten what being cold feels like.

[still, it looks like he's getting ready to go out - to be frank, that Organization coat isn't great as winterwear. And without his affinity to "fire" at the moment and not being the sort to ask for help, well...

You do what you have to do.]

[and Axel finally comes to, but it's not a gradual awakening. One gloved hand clutches together suddenly, as if seeking to grip a weapon, and he immediately attempts to sit up. He makes it, though it looks like the movement's taking a fair bit of his current strength, fingers digging into the wood of the pew.]

F-fuck. What hap -

[a wince cuts off ( Read more... )

[on the first level, a portal opens in the Courtyard of the Business District, vanishing as soon as Axel walks out of it. The sudden swirl of darkness does get a bit of a reaction from a crowd milling around the shops, mainly in the form of voices raised in curiosity. But for once, Axel isn't looking to make a dramatic entrance - there's a hint of ( Read more... )