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From this point forward all of my canon RP blogs have been changed to private status. I only really RP them for certain people/plots. I’ve made adjustments to my blog page to show just my OCs, which are open to all and I’ll be far more active on.
Honestly the reason for this is so I can devote more of my time to OC stuff since that’s what I’m feeling strongest at the moment and can therefore reply to stuff faster.
What should I start with first your arms or your massive ego?
Hmm... I’m rather attached to my arms, personally. And I’m pretty sure not even your best punch could sink the other ship.
Fine. Let’s start with you. /ohsnap
Bring it, short stack.
“I can’t believe I’m about to ask this, but do you want me to fix the damn coffee machine…?”
It would be child’s play after fixing the raybits, the cybits, and the rheairds.
Gestures over his shoulder to the smashed piled of plastic and metal with his thumb. “If you think you can, go for it.”
“... Think you can make it indestructible too?” That would be helpful.
BECAUSE I HAVE TO EXPRESS MY RAGE SOMEHOW LEAVE ME ALONE
Can’t you just break Roxas’ stuff for once?
“Mommy issues, huh? I always took you for the daddy issues type.” Can’t always get ‘em right, Axel.
“Well, I guess technically I have issues with both so you’re not wrong.”
The Nobody extended a hand towards the Guardian expectantly. He didn’t really have to ask her to split the goods, did he?
“You could say I’m good at picking up those sort of things.” He hummed while crooking a gloved finger. “Can’t say I relate, but I’ll chase ‘em down to the bottom of the bottle with you since I’ve got nothing better to do.”
“How much do I have to drink to forget that I have mommy issues?”
“Mommy issues, huh? I always took you for the daddy issues type.” Can’t always get ‘em right, Axel.
** Posting a thread that was started on FB with @punchbae, starting with her latest response.
WARNING: This thread contains heavy violence, gore, psychological trauma, etc. It will be tagged accordingly but in the event you don’t have such tags blacklisted well, here’s your warning.
As Axel closed in on her, the blonde got to her feet to meet him halfway as if she were going in for a loving embrace. With his hands around her throat, Vexer's ghostly pale face actually became flushed with heat and her half lidded eyes filled with excitement. Cold hands found his wrists but she didn't fight him. "Yes. Just like that, Axel... You're a natural." The witch purred out. One of her hands traveled up his arm before lifting to caress his jaw. "I've loved this look in your eyes. It gives me goosebumps..." ~ The gold in her eyes burned as she ensnared him mentally, pulling him further into the illusion. / Axel̷, pl͠eas̶e̛ ͝sto͏p̸! ͏ / And just as that strange intimate moment was over, Axel would soon find himself blinded for a second as the lights flickered in the room and as soon as they stopped a terrifying sight was to be held. In his grasp now was Roxas' throat only.. the life had already drained from his usually bright blue eyes and they locked with his gaze, forever filled with dark horror. Axel's hands clutched what little flesh there was left of the decapitated neck and head of his own lover. The rest of the blond nobody's body fell to the blood soaked floor with a wet smack. Vexer lingered behind Axel with a hand over her mouth to hide the wicked smile that formed as she snickered. "You were the one who brought him into this mess in the first place you know. You and Ever... It's your fault."
The witch’s dainty hands felt like ice as they wrapped around his bare wrists but the discomfort went largely unnoticed. Hindered by the rules of the dream-like realm the Nobody had become consumed in a sensation that logic dictated should be impossible. Teeth clenched in a fearsome scowl as his grip on the woman’s throat tightened despite how pleased and calm she appeared at the sight of Axel’s aggression.
Vexer had gone too far.
“Just DIE already!” Axel snapped, spitting right back in the face of her suggestive remarks. He’d wanted this girl dead for so long it threatened to become an obsession. Up until now he had always managed to get what he wanted one way or another thanks to his bag of metaphorical tricks but the witch had proven to be an entity that he could not easily be rid of without taking the life of someone he considered a close friend. Her pale skin started to bruise beneath his grip, purple and blue marks blossoming beneath his fingertips as those golden eyes beckoned him further into madness. Just a little more--
Suddenly the weight beneath his hands felt much lighter and... squishier. In what felt like the blink of an eye Vexer had vanished from his grasp and left in her place a horrifying truth that shook him to his very core. Dead eyes that were once a rich, deep blue stared back at him unblinking as blood covered his hands, the tight grip around the severed neck squeezing the crimson essence onto the floor with a sickening squelch.
Roxas.
This isn’t real. This ISN’T real. T̸̵͝H́I̧S ́I̢S͏N̷'͘͝T̸͏̵ ҉R̨E̡̡͠A̸L̸̨--
Axel threw the dismembered head of his best friend with so much force that it’s skull cracked sickeningly against the wall it made contact with in his desperate attempt to get it out of his sight. The witch was forcing so many negative emotions onto him at once in such raw concentration that he couldn’t handle it. How could a creature who had never felt before tolerate such pain all at once?
“HOW?!” the struggling redhead cried back out to the disembodied voice, dragging his hands down his face while grasping handfuls of his hair in the process. He tugged at the locks harshly, wanting so much to endure physical pain over this A G O N Y within that he couldn’t stop.
Axel staggered several steps, unable to regain any form of composure in the face of Vexer’s torture. She was lying. He didn’t bring Roxas into this. This was supposed to be HIS problem and HIS problem alone.
“You and Ever... It's your fault."
“Go to HELL!” He’d had enough of listening to Vexer’s stomach churning voice. At last with his focal point of aggression having returned he whipped right around to take a swing at her with a bloodied fist.
// Blog Updates!
I’ve been cleaning up my other blogs as well, as well as working on starters and replies. They’ll all be posted sometime tomorrow.
Saix sat upon the chair calmly, folding his arms as he looked up to the fiery man before him. He almost snorted as Axel mentioned him not liking the word friend. “I never said I had a problem with the word. I just did not like making friends with a replica despite being asked not to. I see you try to put it all against me. But for someone who apparently values friends, remind me, what happened to Xion? I believe someone she called a friend killed her.” The Diviner was not pulling any punches, staring at Axel with that cold, golden gaze many were accustomed to. The Nobody stood up and examined the room quietly before clasping his hands together. “Don’t be too hard on Ever, she had no clue of my connection with the Organization. Her and I would simply chat mainly, hard for her to say no to a normal chat. Your emotions show on your face, you always were bad at it. Though are they emotions or are you just attempting to feel something?” Saix held his arms out in the form of a shrug, curious to the answer the former friend would bring to the table. “Besides, I won’t be leaving, I just got here. It would be rude to leave suddenly.”
Xion.
The name was like reaching into a murky lake to rescue something of value from being lost to it’s depths, though what exactly it was he was struggling to remember had been eluding him up until recently. It had all started when he saw those two strange files he’d retrieved during his elaborate scheme of wiping himself and Roxas from the Organization’s radar a few months back: Two documents that had been labeled ‘No.i’ and ‘No.i(2).’ It resurfaced again during his most recent argument with the younger Nobody and how Axel had unknowingly killed someone who was apparently very important to both of them during the escape - not before Roxas had killed her once prior.
His memory was very distorted but that still didn’t stop the knee-jerk response to Saïx’s remark about the replica that made Axel’s jaw tighten as it clenched behind closed lips. Why did he just do that? Did she really mean that much to him? Why could he barely remember her then...?
“I’ll tell you one thing, I definitely haven’t missed is your lectures I never asked for.” Axel’s counter was a clear avoidance to answering the question solely because he didn’t have a leg to stand on to give the Diviner a proper answer. A hand reached up to rub the back of his neck to alleviate some tension while the rest of his posture finally seemed to relax.
“Don’t you get tired of saying the same things over and over again? If the peanut gallery’s really gone up in flames then you don’t have to play the part of the resident second in command with a stick up their ass anymore.” he grumbled, resigning himself to this uncomfortable waiting game and chose to take a seat himself in the Guardian’s home on the couch he’d become well acquainted with.
“Hope you weren’t expecting me to offer anything to drink.” he then tacked on with a sideways glance and a shrug. “She beat her coffeemaker into submission months ago.”
Glaring sunlight erupted from the ebony and violet swirling void that had consumed the Nobody’s vision mere moments ago as the in between gave way to Destiny Islands. Emerald eyes squinted from the mild discomfort that lasted all of two seconds from the change until they properly adjusted to the bright, cloudless sky of his tropical destination.
All of the planning and the fraction of effort it took to summon a corridor to bring him here in a matter of minutes had been the easy part. The Flurry’s intentions were clear and focused in his mind; in order to figure out how to bring Roxas back from the fate to rejoin his whole counterpart he had to go beyond what he already knew about Sora from their encounters at Castle Oblivion. He needed to weed out Sora’s personal weaknesses that he might be able to use in the pursuit of bringing his best friend back.
Axel couldn’t think of any better target than the girl he and the former comrades he betrayed tried so hard to scrub clean from the Keyblade wielder’s memory.
He’d scoped out the mainland several times prior to get a sense of Kairi’s day to day comings and goings while keeping as low of a profile as a person with his appearance possibly could. Teetering on the prospect of finally making his move or continuing to bide some time weighed on Axel’s mind as he placed himself along the route he knew she would take on her way home from school. Perhaps this inner conflict was what made him make the split second decision to forego finding some sort of cover to keep him out of sight and instead place himself casually in view as if he were some sort of passerby waiting to be picked up. Arms folded at his chest and his back against the faded brick wall of some sort of shop Axel waited for the lady of the hour to come skipping down the sidewalk as scheduled.
I quit one of my ultra time consuming jobs yesterday, meaning I finally get my nice three day gap again and can get back to RPing much more frequently. I don’t plan to get another one either, since I’ll be focusing now on getting my shit together to move to Washington state in the coming months.
God I’ve fucking missed writing this asshole. As well as the mini asshole. And pr much all my characters really.
I have an intense thirst.
Smash that mothafuckin like for a starter, homie.
Solid ground. Solid ground was better than shifting sands in so, so many ways. He followed the redhead down the steps, into the underground cloisters. The moment his feet were on solid ground he answered the “knock knock” quip with the only appropriate answer. He could already hear his lieutenant groaning at the pun. It’s no wonder people can’t take you seriously, sir. Yes. He could hear it now.
“Who’s there?”
Unwise though it might have been to announce his presence unarmed, he didn’t summon his double-blade. It was an intimidating weapon, to be sure–but there was no need to immediately assume that intimidation was necessary. The fact that he’d approached unnoticed ought to be enough to communicate that he was not someone that one would want as an enemy. His magic was fast enough that he could buy the time to summon Swallow if need the need arose.
Which he hoped it wouldn’t. Was it too much to ask for a calm day now and then?
“Hm... can’t say I was expecting an answer.” The sudden arrival of a previously undetected presence probably did the opposite of what the stranger was expecting; what should have been an uncomfortable expression of shock or inward self-berating of not having noticed them sooner was instead a toothy smug grin. He’d been wanting something to break the monotony of his missions as of late and this development definitely fit the bill.
The stranger was unarmed as far as Axel could tell. Until he felt the need he decided to hold back as well. Some well worded questions on the Nobody’s could actually make his job a lot easier if the other person answered them correctly.
“I can’t imagine coming all the way out here was a pleasant experience for you. The desert’s no prime vacation spot if you catch my drift.” Axel’s hands came to rest on his slender hips as he spoke, maintaining his smile. “And judging by the way you’re standing I’m not exactly welcomed here either. So... how about you just answer a few questions for me and then we can go our separate ways? Sound fair?”
“You must think I’m joking, I’m not. The Organization is dead. With the replica dead, and Roxas ‘dead’ we had no keyblade wielder to help make Kingdom Hearts all the more stronger. Our plans fell through. Eventually it caused arguments among us with all of us having different opinions on how to gain our hearts back. Those arguments grew until we went our separate ways.”
Another flick of his hair as he spoke, bored with explaining all this to his dumbfounded former friend. “If the Organization was still alive, believe me, I would kill you on the spot. But your death now gives me nothing but the struggle of having to kill you. You and Roxas are safe.” He gave one of his toothy grins, almost sinister in it’s look.
“Ever is a friend, I’ve been in here a few times, though I never knew you and Roxas were living here. Maybe next time, I’ll knock before I enter.”
“A friend, huh? Funny. You used to have a pretty hard time swallowing that word down in the past.” Axel had no idea where to even begin. What should he be furious about more, the fact that Ever apparently had ties with Saïx this whole time and didn’t tell him or at how casually his former comrade had just used a word he’d given Axel so much grief about in the past. Some puffy haired blonde broad got more credentials in the Diviner’s book than him? A pattern of Ever and her word being held in higher regard than his own to those he had done so much for was starting to develop and it was leaving a rather bitter taste in the Nobody’s mouth.
Just when things had started to smooth over between him and the Requian, too... Something always came up that gave him a reason to doubt whether relying on her was really in his and Roxas’ best interest. He would have to confront her about this later.
For now he had to deal with stomaching Saïx’s presence and the news he had brought along with him. While the whole idea that the Organization had just collapsed in on himself in such a short amount of time was kind of outlandish, he knew Saïx was a rather matter-of-fact guy. He had been so sure the answer to their plight as Nobodies lie with Kingdom Hearts. If he forced the other to leave now it may cost him information that may possibly keep him and his younger companion alive.
After much internal deliberation the chakrams he’d held so firmly in his hands finally dissipated in a cluster of blackened ash and smoke - the sign of a temporary truce.
“She’s not here. Dunno when she'll be back - but you’re not going anywhere until she does.” As much as he’d rather spoon his own eyes out than deal with Saïx at that moment he didn’t want to risk the truth that he wasn’t actually sleeping with the fishes getting out.
"Hey, Axel grease." Larxene caught sight of the redhead and paused on her way to the Grey Room. "Have you mastered the art of space heating yet? My room's a fucking icebox."
“Are you sure it has to do with the room temperature?” Axel asked with a small shrug as he crossed paths with the ill-tempered Nymph on the way to the same location. “Maybe you’re just feeling the chill of the chunk of ice where your heart used to be.” Good morning to you, too.
