search for something warm

[poisonousflame]

Characters: Axel and OPEN!
Setting: Any floor where powers work. ALSO, any day between December 1st and December 13th. (Just note the floor and date in the subject!)
Format: Anything goes; I'll match you!
Summary: It's cold. Axel's trying to find a warm spot. Travel ensues.
Warnings: None yet!


The carnival, while not exactly his thing, had been warm. Not just warm: it was like a nice summer day, and Axel had enjoyed every second of it. He'd even taken a few naps. Sure, it ended up being creepy and full of crying girls and whatever else, but he preferred to look on the bright side.

As the temperature continued to drop, Axel began to search for more places like the carnival. Warm places, that is. And what better way to search than to open up a corridor and just ... walk through?


[ ooc: prompts for floors 100, 54, and 38 are also all OPEN! ]

Comments

no problem! Hope you're having a good christmas!

[neverbeamemory]

Eternal Torment, whether one kept their thoughts within the walls of the Tower or even if they dared to let them extend outwards away from it. It was all the same, each carried with it it's own sense of hopelessness. That sense of being unable to affect, trapped as they all were inside their bubbles of wireframe cages of film and fluid.

Sephiroth hated all of it, and he made no great secret about it either. Axel would read it plainly in the way that Sephiroth's small curl to an upper lip threatened to turn into a scowl after that comment.

"It does. The same hallways, the same floors. Day in, day out. If days even pass at all."

The reply was guarded at best - Sephiroth doesn't know Axel at all and so naturally must be very careful. His thoughts are very much his own and no one would be allowed to dig very deeply into them.

[poisonousflame]

A little smirk appeared on Axel's own lips. It wasn't a mocking expression, by any means: it settled on his face as easy as breathing. A natural state, as it were.

"Y'know, I've wondered about that. Here I thought things got dull back home, bouncing between work and sleep day after day. But this place?"

He shakes his head. Although the smirk stays in place, his tone drops, clear distaste seeping through otherwise casual words.

"I'm all for vacations. But this seems a whole lot like one big waste of time."

[neverbeamemory]

It almost might match one of Sephiroth's own smirks, though recently they had become rare luxuries indeed. Reserved for an occasion on which he might have twisted his heel down on someones nerves or irritated an administrator and felt proud of it, but as it was such endeavors change even less of the bigger picture each time. And they left more of a burning aftertaste behind them.

A single, slow nod followed up Axel's last.

"It would be a waste of time, provided any of us had anything more worthwhile to be doing back home. Whatever differences there might be between a dead Planet and an extended stay in this place."

apologies (again) for the delay

[poisonousflame]

At that comment, the smirk fell just slightly. Worlds being swallowed up and consumed by darkness was no new thing to the Nobody. The idea that all worlds had been consumed, however — which was the closest comparison Axel had, to what he'd heard had happened to the worlds back home — wasn't a pleasant thought.

"Dead planet, huh? Sounds like you've seen it yourself."

Despite not knowing this man, Axel was curious about what he may have seen, if he had indeed witness what was left of his world. Axel himself hadn't returned to the dead worlds that he'd heard were left behind in his own universe. Should that day come, however, it'd be nice to have some idea of what he may encounter.

/is technically on hiatus now until after moving - plmk if you want to handwave the rest of this!

[neverbeamemory]

"Hmph."

Sephiroth hadn't been back home, ever, since he arrived in the Tower. However he had taken to spending an obscene amount of time glaring into his viewfinder on the Fifth Floor of the Tower. The connection to his Planet told him enough this way, burned the memory of every significant little influence he had gained over the Lifestream into his subconscious. Some might argue it wasn't healthy at all but Sephiroth could not allow himself to forget.

"I go to see it often, on the screens. They aren't subject to the Glamour, after all."