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[killitwithfire]

Evening, in Axel's opinion, is one of the best times to start dancing; his kind of dancing, at least. But he's not dancing this evening, instead letting his feet carry him idly around the edge of the forest.

He's staying away from the lake, and kind of heading towards the mountains, but only kind of. His hood is up, and there's a wary set to his shoulders; it's s nice evening, but it's hard to enjoy the breeze anymore.

[tiny tag: Xaldin, Xigbar, Reno]

((ooc: all threads millitimed to before this one. Thank you!))

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[sliceitwithwind.livejournal.com]

"Hey. HEY, dude. Dude, there's VIII. You should totally tell him to get his chick friend to shut the fuck up. And that, you know. You're not going to kill him."

The voice isn't trying to be heard, but also isn't trying not to be heard by the traitor below.

[thinkitwithguns.livejournal.com]

"Hey, it is! ...Like, he's not in uniform anymore. Did you chew him out about it or something?"

[killitwithfire]

Axel hears the voices above him; he's practically been listening for them. He keeps meandering (now in a less generally mountain-ward direction, and moving back towards a bar-ward direction), and debates ignoring them.

They aren't technically superior officers anymore.

[sliceitwithwind.livejournal.com]

"Nah. He did this on his own, dude." Xaldin says, and then drops down into an easier to speak-to distance. "Axel. Xigbar has things to talk to you about."

[thinkitwithguns.livejournal.com]

Xigbar goes with him. Not like it takes any kind of like, effort, right?

"Yeah dude. Like, a couple of things."

[killitwithfire]

Axel looks up at both of them, and frowns slightly; at least the forest is nearby, and that at least is highly flammable.

"Okay. I'm listening."

And his legs are ready to start running.

[sliceitwithwind.livejournal.com]

Xaldin drifts back just a little bit and rests a hand above Xigbar's shoulder then removes it. The message should be clear.

It's always been clear.

[thinkitwithguns.livejournal.com]

"Sure you are. Okay, like, look. First of all, I'm not gonna kill you. Got that? Same terms as Xaldin, you have to try and like, help us. Second... Can you like, call off your hot babe friend? She's like, hot and all, but. Seriously man. Harsh."

There's more, but he like, wants to get that out of the way first.

[killitwithfire]

Well. He hadn't been expecting that

"...'Hot babe friend'?"

[friend_of_lucy]

Tumnus is watching the night below a tree, playing a small, quiet tune and saying goodbye to this Summer since soon his door will return.

[killitwithfire]

Axel's head turns toward the sound.

"Hey," he says, after a moment.

[friend_of_lucy]

He'd gotten lost in the tune and jumps slightly,

"Oh, I didn't see you there."

[killitwithfire]

"Not a problem." He shrugs a little. "I don't see many other people out here in the evenings."

[friend_of_lucy]

"Just enjoying Summer while I can."

[killitwithfire]

"Yeah... It's almost over, isn't it? Too bad. I don't really like the winter," he admits with a shrug.

[friend_of_lucy]

"Yes, it can get rather long."

[killitwithfire]

"Yeah, tell me about it," Axel says, heading a little closer. "At least it's not that long here; I've heard of worlds where it never ends."

[sleazeoverstyle]

"Hey. Asshat."

It's a friggin' term of endearment as far as he's concerned: they're practically twins, ain't they? And if a guy's got a twin, he can call him whatever friggin' name he wants, right?

Right.

"Slow the fuck down, unless there's some fire I ain't seein'."

[killitwithfire]

"Oh, hey, look. It's you."

And lo, there was fire, hovering over his shoulder, bright yellow-orange, and shedding enough light to see by.

His shoulders relax minutely, and he grins.

"How the hell are you?"

[sleazeoverstyle]

"How the hell do I look? Wait, what am I sayin'? Don't answer that." Against his better judgment, the guy makes him smile a little bit. He's such a shit, but he knows it takes one to know one.

"That shit with lifting the silverware?" Dipping his left hand into his jacket pocket, he comes up with a butter knife. "That's friggin' awesome. Just wanted you to know your tip worked."

The fire glints off the knife's surface and someone who actually gets turned on by fire might even be a little mesmerized by its reflection there... but Reno could give a shit about fire. It ain't his thing.

And anyhow, Axel's tattoos are still the wrong shape and in the wrong place.

[killitwithfire]

Axel's tattoos are very much the right shape, and in the right place, thank you very much, and he'll have words with anyone who says otherwise. ...Except maybe Reno, because, well, it's be pointless; he'd just do it again when he got better, Axel's sure.

"Fine, I won't. The silverware thing is the best way to go though; much more durable than the napkins and stuff most people take."

[sleazeoverstyle]

"You didn't tell me I had to friggin' pay for it, though." Yeah, he noticed his name on the tab board tonight when he was ordering his drink earlier but fuck it, that's okay.

It's payday, and the knife was cheap.

"You been back to your volcano?" He liked that place. Not enough to want to go there all the time or anything, but it was nice enough for a change of pace. And he's pretty friggin' sick of the mountains north of Midgar right about now... which is why he's detoured to the end of the universe tonight.

[killitwithfire]

"Not yet, no. I've been... Busy. Really busy."

Agreement with Xaldin notwithstanding, he's still scared for his life on some levels. For just a moment, it flickers though his eyes.

[sleazeoverstyle]

For a second, Reno frowns. "The hell's wrong with you, my somewhat less fearless twin?"

There's definitely something going on. "That yellow-eyed guy show up or somethin'?"

Suddenly, the night has promise. He might have to kick some ass.

[killitwithfire]

"Still haven't bumped into him," Axel admits. "But my other ex-boss caught up with me again. We kind of have an understanding, but it's not the kind of thing that covers anyone else but him, got it memorised?"

He pushes back his hood, and shakes his hair out in the slight breeze, and the pulls the hood back up. Moving air will probably give him the creeps for a long time now.