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sirenspull_logs2012-08-11 11:07 pm
got_it_memorized) wrote in sirenspull_logs2012-08-11 11:07 pm
and if i say i'm coming home
Who: Axel and Demyx
When: Saturday night, 11August, late
Where: Their apartment
Summary: Axel comes home beat up and has got some 'splainin' to do.
Warnings: Eh, nothing really beyond mentions of darkness monsters.
It had been a stupid mistake, really, and Axel was kind of angry at himself for making it in the first place. He was just so tired of sitting around waiting for something to happen, for there to be news, to feel like he was doing anything but spinning his wheels... The list of bounties had been mostly uninteresting: fraud, destruction of property, hacking, accusations of murder--none of these scumbags seemed like they were worth an actual bounty, in Axel's opinion, except maybe that 'Joker' fellow. But he felt the need to at least make it look like he'd signed up for a legitimate reason, and so he'd accepted the hunt for a fellow called 'Inferno', figuring a pyrokinetic was rather up his alley.
Unfortunately, while trailing someone who matched the description, Axel had found himself up the wrong alley, as it were, and cornered by a couple of Crowheads. Axel wasn't afraid of the dark, really--The Organization had given him a pretty good foundation to build from, after all--but where there were Crowheads there were always half a dozen other nasties, and before he'd had the opportunity to summon a portal to make a strategic advance to the rear he'd found himself ambushed.
Stupid, stupid! He'd been too distracted, following that blond brat in the suit... It had been a long shot to suppose anything would come of it anyway, but while Axel wasn't prone to desperation he was quickly nearing the end of his patience. He'd never had this much trouble with recon before; these Newcomer Hunters were very well-hidden, and he hated it.
The darkness fiends had gotten in three or four good hits before he'd managed to get rid of them, and while it was hardly anything life-threatening he was going to be feeling it tomorrow anyway. Cure only went so far, after all, and bruises still hurt. He'd lost the suit anyway, and so he'd hobbled home, staggering out of a portal into the living room, his sleeve torn and his lip split and inexplicably missing a glove.
He'd been prepared to just toe his boots off and fall onto the couch to crash for a few hours before cleaning up and going to bed proper. Instead, he stepped out of the portal to find the couch was already occupied.
"D-Demyx?"
Axel grimaced, but not because his spine hurt from where he'd been hurled against the alley wall. He hadn't told Demyx about his little moonlighting act on Deathstroke's roster, and hadn't really planned to, either. Demyx was a bleeding heart (heart or no heart notwithstanding) and he hadn't wanted to upset or worry him. It seemed the cat was out of the bag, though: Demyx would never believe he'd just been out and about for the hell of it.
Clearing his throat awkwardly, Axel dismissed the portal and rubbed the back of his neck.
"You're up late."
Maybe if he acted casual Demyx wouldn't ask.
When: Saturday night, 11August, late
Where: Their apartment
Summary: Axel comes home beat up and has got some 'splainin' to do.
Warnings: Eh, nothing really beyond mentions of darkness monsters.
It had been a stupid mistake, really, and Axel was kind of angry at himself for making it in the first place. He was just so tired of sitting around waiting for something to happen, for there to be news, to feel like he was doing anything but spinning his wheels... The list of bounties had been mostly uninteresting: fraud, destruction of property, hacking, accusations of murder--none of these scumbags seemed like they were worth an actual bounty, in Axel's opinion, except maybe that 'Joker' fellow. But he felt the need to at least make it look like he'd signed up for a legitimate reason, and so he'd accepted the hunt for a fellow called 'Inferno', figuring a pyrokinetic was rather up his alley.
Unfortunately, while trailing someone who matched the description, Axel had found himself up the wrong alley, as it were, and cornered by a couple of Crowheads. Axel wasn't afraid of the dark, really--The Organization had given him a pretty good foundation to build from, after all--but where there were Crowheads there were always half a dozen other nasties, and before he'd had the opportunity to summon a portal to make a strategic advance to the rear he'd found himself ambushed.
Stupid, stupid! He'd been too distracted, following that blond brat in the suit... It had been a long shot to suppose anything would come of it anyway, but while Axel wasn't prone to desperation he was quickly nearing the end of his patience. He'd never had this much trouble with recon before; these Newcomer Hunters were very well-hidden, and he hated it.
The darkness fiends had gotten in three or four good hits before he'd managed to get rid of them, and while it was hardly anything life-threatening he was going to be feeling it tomorrow anyway. Cure only went so far, after all, and bruises still hurt. He'd lost the suit anyway, and so he'd hobbled home, staggering out of a portal into the living room, his sleeve torn and his lip split and inexplicably missing a glove.
He'd been prepared to just toe his boots off and fall onto the couch to crash for a few hours before cleaning up and going to bed proper. Instead, he stepped out of the portal to find the couch was already occupied.
"D-Demyx?"
Axel grimaced, but not because his spine hurt from where he'd been hurled against the alley wall. He hadn't told Demyx about his little moonlighting act on Deathstroke's roster, and hadn't really planned to, either. Demyx was a bleeding heart (heart or no heart notwithstanding) and he hadn't wanted to upset or worry him. It seemed the cat was out of the bag, though: Demyx would never believe he'd just been out and about for the hell of it.
Clearing his throat awkwardly, Axel dismissed the portal and rubbed the back of his neck.
"You're up late."
Maybe if he acted casual Demyx wouldn't ask.
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Fighting the inane urge to take a step back when Demyx approached him, Axel stared his friend down a moment, then sighed softly. Okay, maybe it was time to just 'fess up. He really was working on that whole Not Lying to His Friends thing, and even if this was less lying and more Not Telling the Whole Truth, it still sort of fell under the same category. He'd kept the truth from Roxas because he'd honestly thought it was better that way, and he really didn't want to make that same mistake again. He jerked his chin toward the couch, then stepped past him and sat down, half-folded forward with his elbows on his knees.
"Nothing bad happened," he said, and then waited for Demyx to join him on the couch before amending, "not... exactly. I mean, nothing bad bad." Okay, this wasn't helping. Another sigh and he smeared both hands down his face before sitting back and giving Demyx a sidelong look. "I ah... well, I was tailing somebody and got jumped by some creepy-crawlies. No big deal, really, nothing I couldn't handle. I was just a little careless getting blindsided like that at all."