[lounging on a tree branch in Memorial Park on the first level, gradually fading into existence in the same location on the second level. This isn't your typical pink-and-purple-striped Cheshire cat costume - no, the ears and tail resemble the ones on this version - earring, tattoos, and all. The only difference is that they match the dusky red hue ( Read more... )

[Clap. Clap. He's probably more amused by the reactions than the singing itself.]

Bravo, Template. Only thing missing is choreographed dancing, right?

[on the second level like any other normal person. Except for the fact he's manipulating fire. The unusual-colored flames are swirling around in the air, their wielder off to one side, gesturing lazily to make them shift forms and/or change direction. There doesn't really seem to be any structure to what he's doing, unless it's one that no one else ( Read more... )

[the end of all this is ringing one too many bells in Axel's mind. Finding out that the family part was just a fake doesn't have as much an impact as finding out that you are the one isn't real, created to follow another's every whim. And the abrupt realization now was better than the process of having to search for and put the elusive pieces ( Read more... )

Nothing like family to make you really appreciate complete strangers.

(OOC: s-so if your character is related to Axel (through Sora or K', his "cousins") in a way he should know about, please tell me? I get dyslexic with family trees. D|)

Well, isn't this just perfect timing.

[when you're Axel and you have these three songs on repeat in your head, it does a lot to outweigh finding out you've got your powers back.]

[While he's not overjoyed about what's happened to him, being turned human does - as Axel found out recently - have its perks. He really couldn't care less about how he's got a heartbeat now. Nope, the fact that the tick-tock is no more is far more noteworthy ( Read more... )

[the radio clicks on. The static can't even be heard over (or distinguished from) the sound of crackling flames, punctured frequently by gunshots and metal hissing through the air - in this case, chakrams. The radio also manages to pick up the sound of someone running and shouts from the police, but the words are too garbled to make out ( Read more... )

[blankets? Not needed. Electric lighting? Not that either. There are some small fireballs hovering around his room, giving off a dark glow that manages to illuminate the figure by the window. Axel's watching the hail fall, but he doesn't seem all that bothered by it.]

Wonder what all this is building up to.

[after a quick look-over of the pamphlet, he shrugs. And promptly sets it on fire, the flames rising from his palm to devour the paper. Black flames, to be precise]

"Yet."