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exsiliumlogs2013-01-20 04:51 pm
immortallyobnoxious) wrote in exsiliumlogs2013-01-20 04:51 pm
But I was so much older then...
Date & Time: Monday 21January and Tuesday 22January, all day
Location: Oot n aboot
Characters: Lea!Axel and YOU
Summary: Axel is now an obnoxious trolly fifteen-year-old with a heart instead of an obnoxious trolly Nobody without one. Who wants to play frisbee?
Warnings: Gratuitous use of catchphrases
It wasn't the first time he'd woken up someplace he didn't recognize, but the last time it had happened it was because he and Isa had fallen down a rocky hillside and he'd been knocked unconscious. This definitely wasn't a rocky hillside. In fact, it was kind of like a hotel room or something. What was he doing at an inn?
Lea sat up and scratched his head. No, this wasn't a hotel room, there was no TV and no little fridge and it looked a little too lived-in somehow. Was this someone's house?
With a shrug, he swung his feet over the edge of the bed and stood up, stretching his arms over his head and then letting them fall to his sides. Well, wherever he was, he sure wasn't figuring it out in here. Grabbing his frisbees and poking his head out into the hall, he headed into the hallway and for the front door.
[feel free to run into him wherever! he doesn't have any marques, so he might be hanging around food establishments peering mournfully at noms. buy the skinny kid a burger? he likes infiltrating fancy looking buildings, too, so you might find him scaling the ruins later in the afternoon. you're also just as likely to find him napping in inconvenient places. he's also always up for a friendly spar or a game of frisbee, so long as you're willing to call it a draw.
[as the day progresses and Tuesday rolls around he'll be kind of distraught cuz he has no idea where he is or where his best friend is, so if you're planning to see him later on Monday or on Tuesday you are welcome to note that.]
Location: Oot n aboot
Characters: Lea!Axel and YOU
Summary: Axel is now an obnoxious trolly fifteen-year-old with a heart instead of an obnoxious trolly Nobody without one. Who wants to play frisbee?
Warnings: Gratuitous use of catchphrases
It wasn't the first time he'd woken up someplace he didn't recognize, but the last time it had happened it was because he and Isa had fallen down a rocky hillside and he'd been knocked unconscious. This definitely wasn't a rocky hillside. In fact, it was kind of like a hotel room or something. What was he doing at an inn?
Lea sat up and scratched his head. No, this wasn't a hotel room, there was no TV and no little fridge and it looked a little too lived-in somehow. Was this someone's house?
With a shrug, he swung his feet over the edge of the bed and stood up, stretching his arms over his head and then letting them fall to his sides. Well, wherever he was, he sure wasn't figuring it out in here. Grabbing his frisbees and poking his head out into the hall, he headed into the hallway and for the front door.
[feel free to run into him wherever! he doesn't have any marques, so he might be hanging around food establishments peering mournfully at noms. buy the skinny kid a burger? he likes infiltrating fancy looking buildings, too, so you might find him scaling the ruins later in the afternoon. you're also just as likely to find him napping in inconvenient places. he's also always up for a friendly spar or a game of frisbee, so long as you're willing to call it a draw.
[as the day progresses and Tuesday rolls around he'll be kind of distraught cuz he has no idea where he is or where his best friend is, so if you're planning to see him later on Monday or on Tuesday you are welcome to note that.]
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What was going on?
Still, guided by some kind of instinct, she mirrors the gesture, holding out her hand to him. But not taking his.
"Xion," she replied, her voice very unsure.
Still... maybe... maybe she should try to figure out what happened. "Um..." she stammered, "There's.. someone who lives in that room, or at least he's supposed to. His name's Axel, and... he's our friend. Have you seen him?"
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"Gimme a break," he said; "like I'd forget your face. I told you we're friends now, so you're gonna have to try harder than that to get rid of me." Gosh, he didn't remember Ven being such a grumpface. Maybe he was having a bad day.
He blinked when the girl stuck her hand out, then tilted his head to try and peer beneath the hood. He couldn't quite make out a face, but her eyes looked kind of blue.
"Xion," he echoed, and then made a grand point of slowly closing his fingers around her smaller hand and shaking it with slightly exaggerated movements. "It's nice to meet you! How long have you known Ven? I only met him once, the other day; I didn't know he was such a kidder!"
And then he quirked his mouth and shook his head.
"Oh, this is your friend's room?" he asked, and rubbed the back of his neck. "Sorry, I haven't seen anybody. I woke up and I was in this place and I had no idea how I got there. What's he look like? Maybe I can help you find him! I guess I should at least say sorry for accidentally breaking into his room."
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"I told you, my name isn't Ven," he says, more loudly than he maybe intends. "I'm not joking round! My name's Roxas."
Not only does this guy have his ears plugged, apparently, but he's acting weird about Xion, too. Why is he tilting his head like that? What's with the way he's shaking Xion's hand? It's like he's making fun of her, or something.