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When; Today, early evening (before 8 PM, lulz schedule)
Rating; PG-ish?!
Characters; Roxas [obliviomancy], Axel [spellthingsout]
Summary; After this thread. Roxas wants to know the truth. Axel finally gives in. Maybe.
Log;
It was the type of situation where he'd have disappeared for a few days until the whole thing had blown over.
Yeah, like it was going to happen now. One city, one place despite all the seemly locations; none of which he found interest in. Except, maybe, the rooftop he'd recently taken to haunting. Plenty of stuff to watch, people to pretend to get to know. It was a funny kind of existence without a way to portal out of the City. Not so much...fun.
Scratching the back of his head, Axel had found their conversation just a little tedious. So what if Roxas wanted to know? Really, it had been the general consensus to leave him out of that altogether. Considering orders were orders, done and over with. Drone, drone, drone. Boring, boring, boring. Still, giving him enough information to chew couldn't be THAT hard. Leave it to him to do the dirty work.
Through a portal, and he dropped rather unceremoniously onto the edge of that bed, the other Nobody its current occupant. Palm resting flat, he regarded him with an almost solemn look.
"Suddenly not so fuzzy on the details now." A finger pointed at the book Roxas held. "Interested?"
Rating; PG-ish?!
Characters; Roxas [obliviomancy], Axel [spellthingsout]
Summary; After this thread. Roxas wants to know the truth. Axel finally gives in. Maybe.
Log;
It was the type of situation where he'd have disappeared for a few days until the whole thing had blown over.
Yeah, like it was going to happen now. One city, one place despite all the seemly locations; none of which he found interest in. Except, maybe, the rooftop he'd recently taken to haunting. Plenty of stuff to watch, people to pretend to get to know. It was a funny kind of existence without a way to portal out of the City. Not so much...fun.
Scratching the back of his head, Axel had found their conversation just a little tedious. So what if Roxas wanted to know? Really, it had been the general consensus to leave him out of that altogether. Considering orders were orders, done and over with. Drone, drone, drone. Boring, boring, boring. Still, giving him enough information to chew couldn't be THAT hard. Leave it to him to do the dirty work.
Through a portal, and he dropped rather unceremoniously onto the edge of that bed, the other Nobody its current occupant. Palm resting flat, he regarded him with an almost solemn look.
"Suddenly not so fuzzy on the details now." A finger pointed at the book Roxas held. "Interested?"