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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.
no subject
Satisfied that the cut wouldn't bleed everywhere Axel flicked the light off again and ambled back to the couch, flopping down with a grimace and putting his socked feet on the table. The little wad of paper was still pressed against his lip and he pulled it away to look at it a moment before giving Demyx a sidelong frown.
"You don't have to do that, you know," he said, though whether he was talking about the recon or the offered Cure he didn't specify. He sat back against the couch and let his head loll backward, pressing the paper against his lip again. "I know you're good at recon, but you're not so good at staying out of trouble, you know? Last thing I want is for you to wind up in over your head because you're tryin' to help me."