[001] intro post; open!

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Characters: Axel and anyooooooneeee /ghost noises
Setting: Dorm room hallways.
Format: Whatever you want!
Summary: Axel's just ditched his dorm room and is trying to look like he knows where he's going wandering around the hallways, looking for some info.
Warnings: Possible mild cursing?



Confusion and panic tend to go hand in hand, but Axel's not going to let that be the case for him.

After stuffing the letters he'd found in one pocket of his cloak, Axel had been quick to get out of the room he'd woken up in. He'd taken note of the number on the door on his way out, so that he could be sure of where he needed to head back to- afterall, that trunk seemed to have his stuff in it, among a few other things- and then gotten to searching up and down the halls for a familiar face, or better yet, someone who looked like they were in a position of authority.

And that's where he still is now, getting increasingly impatient and frustrated with himself for not actually knowing what the hell else to do.

Still, no need to stress. There had to be someone around with enough of a brain to answer his questions.

Just a matter of finding them.

Comments

Me too. :|a

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Naminé had spent a large chunk of her time going all the way downstairs to the dining hall and aaaall of the way back up. By that point, her legs were burning; never in her life had she been forced or even able to participate in so much physical activity. Still, she made no complaint, internal or otherwise, for, in all honesty, it was actually rather exhilerating to finally be able to to stretch her legs, and to walk out the door without anyone there to pull her back, or to tell her she couldn't do as she pleased. So by the time she reached the hallway off of which her room was situated, she was moving a bit more slowly than usual.

That was probably why it took her until she'd reached her door and already had her hand on the knob, about to turn, when she saw a black shape out of the corner of her eye. Instantly she froze, every muscle tight and on edge. No. No. No, no, she couldn't assume, she had to look, had to make sure. Slowly, wide-eyed, she turned to see... Axel?

=u= I have returrrrrned

[burnamotherdown.livejournal.com]

Nothing quite like a healthy dose of shock and happenstance to make a guy feel welcome.

Axel tries to quickly brush off the surprise of spotting Namine in the hall, and succeeds pretty decently. A somewhat pleasantly surprised smile works it's way across his face- but inside? He's already got a million questions.

"Well well well. Naminé. Another familiar face already- aren't I a lucky guy?"

Welcome baaaack. c:

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The blonde girl slowly released her hold on the doorknob. Axel was definitely one of the better faces to see when it came to members of the Organization. He'd been pretty good to her, and that smile was marginally comforting... but she was well aware of his previous manipulations. She was also well aware that she owed him her trust, and, despite the fact that she'd never been totally comfortable around him, she actually rather liked him. He was good to his friends, after all, in his own way. It was just a matter of who that applied to.

What was startling, though, was the fact that he was there at all. She knew he'd died back there, saving Sora, before any of the business with the (supposed) destruction of the world(s). The fact that he'd said 'another familiar face' not lost on her, but that was something for later. "Axel...!" It wasn't that she wasn't happy to see him alive, but her brow knit. "How did you--?" Get here. Probably the same way she did, so the question instead meant 'how did you not die before'. Sure, he'd faked his death before, but not nearly so convincingly.