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sirenspull_logs2012-09-02 04:34 am
got_it_memorized) wrote in sirenspull_logs2012-09-02 04:34 am
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But you and I, we've been through that, and this is not our fate
Who: The Ginger Assassin Squad (aka Axel and Claire Stanfield)
When: Sunday, 02September, late
Where: A nondescript and perhaps somewhat seedy pub somewhere
Summary: Axel is a bit frustrated with his efforts at Hunter Recon, and decides to bonk heads with another red-haired snoop he happens to know.
Warnings: Proooobably not much? Maybe just discussing the most creative way to kill a Hunter.
Axel had never been a big drinker. He had seen what too many drinks could do to a man and didn't like the idea of being that out of control of his faculties, and thus usually preferred OJ. Sometimes, however, you just had to have a lousy drink in a trashy pub with a corporate saboteur on a Sunday night. And boy was it one of those days.
If there was one thing Axel had never liked to abide it was idle hands--he hated to feel like he was spinning his wheels, but so far he'd come up with mostly a big fat nothing on the Newcomer Hunters. It was really starting to rankle him. And so as he had sat on the couch with his hands in his hair and his elbows on his knees, glowering at his feet and attempting to stare a hole in the floor, it had crossed his mind that maybe he was going about this the wrong way. He had gotten used to doing recon alone again, after things had fallen apart at the Organization. Roxas had been his partner most of the time, after all, and it wouldn't have done to ask the kid to help him with this. Roxas deserved to live a normal life; he'd never gotten to. And maybe Axel had forgotten how to. The Organization had become his life, and now he often found himself unable to suffer sitting still when there was data to be mined and information to be extracted. Especially when the stakes were this high.
He didn't understand how there weren't a hundred other newcomers who weren't enraged about the Hunts. But who knew? Maybe there were, and they were just quiet about it the way he was. If there was going to be a revolution, though, there needed to be, well... organization. And if there was any of that to be had, he'd seen no sign of it. Maybe it was time to have a pow-wow with someone else he knew had the makings of a proper sneak.
And so Axel had called up Claire Stanfield and asked him if he wanted a drink. He didn't know him terribly well, but he was becoming increasingly convinced he wanted to. There was an air of kindred spirit around the other redhead, and Axel had a feeling they had a bit more in common than either of them had let on thus far. Honestly that was fine with him; he had never been a fan of giving up the ghost too easily, after all, but perhaps it was time he dug a little deeper. Claire was obviously the sort of fellow who made it his business to stick his nose in other peoples' business. Perhaps he'd infiltrated a building or two that was relevant to Axel's current interests.
It was worth a shot. And if it turned out to be a dead end? Well, Axel needed to learn to get out of the house and socialize more often lately anyway. He'd been too guarded and antisocial since his falling out with the Organization, and while it was certainly an understandable way to be... it wasn't how he wanted to be.
And so it was how Axel came to be seated on a spinny stool at the counter of a little bar at 9:30pm on a Sunday night in September, a beer by his elbow and his interests focused on a game of Tetris on his NV as he waited for his potential partner-in-crime to arrive.
When: Sunday, 02September, late
Where: A nondescript and perhaps somewhat seedy pub somewhere
Summary: Axel is a bit frustrated with his efforts at Hunter Recon, and decides to bonk heads with another red-haired snoop he happens to know.
Warnings: Proooobably not much? Maybe just discussing the most creative way to kill a Hunter.
Axel had never been a big drinker. He had seen what too many drinks could do to a man and didn't like the idea of being that out of control of his faculties, and thus usually preferred OJ. Sometimes, however, you just had to have a lousy drink in a trashy pub with a corporate saboteur on a Sunday night. And boy was it one of those days.
If there was one thing Axel had never liked to abide it was idle hands--he hated to feel like he was spinning his wheels, but so far he'd come up with mostly a big fat nothing on the Newcomer Hunters. It was really starting to rankle him. And so as he had sat on the couch with his hands in his hair and his elbows on his knees, glowering at his feet and attempting to stare a hole in the floor, it had crossed his mind that maybe he was going about this the wrong way. He had gotten used to doing recon alone again, after things had fallen apart at the Organization. Roxas had been his partner most of the time, after all, and it wouldn't have done to ask the kid to help him with this. Roxas deserved to live a normal life; he'd never gotten to. And maybe Axel had forgotten how to. The Organization had become his life, and now he often found himself unable to suffer sitting still when there was data to be mined and information to be extracted. Especially when the stakes were this high.
He didn't understand how there weren't a hundred other newcomers who weren't enraged about the Hunts. But who knew? Maybe there were, and they were just quiet about it the way he was. If there was going to be a revolution, though, there needed to be, well... organization. And if there was any of that to be had, he'd seen no sign of it. Maybe it was time to have a pow-wow with someone else he knew had the makings of a proper sneak.
And so Axel had called up Claire Stanfield and asked him if he wanted a drink. He didn't know him terribly well, but he was becoming increasingly convinced he wanted to. There was an air of kindred spirit around the other redhead, and Axel had a feeling they had a bit more in common than either of them had let on thus far. Honestly that was fine with him; he had never been a fan of giving up the ghost too easily, after all, but perhaps it was time he dug a little deeper. Claire was obviously the sort of fellow who made it his business to stick his nose in other peoples' business. Perhaps he'd infiltrated a building or two that was relevant to Axel's current interests.
It was worth a shot. And if it turned out to be a dead end? Well, Axel needed to learn to get out of the house and socialize more often lately anyway. He'd been too guarded and antisocial since his falling out with the Organization, and while it was certainly an understandable way to be... it wasn't how he wanted to be.
And so it was how Axel came to be seated on a spinny stool at the counter of a little bar at 9:30pm on a Sunday night in September, a beer by his elbow and his interests focused on a game of Tetris on his NV as he waited for his potential partner-in-crime to arrive.