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sirenspull_logs2012-09-07 11:01 am
got_it_memorized) wrote in sirenspull_logs2012-09-07 11:01 am
We're the chemists who've found the formula to make your heart swell and burst
Who: Axel and Luxord
When: Thursday 06Sept, afternoon
Where: A nondescript diner somewhere inconspicuous
Summary: Axel has no beef with Luxord and figures he deserves to know the truth Xemnas and Xigbar kept from them all this time. Over a plate of fries.
Warnings: Prolly nothing but egregious amounts of smarm.
Axel had never known Luxord terribly well. He had worked with him a few times and lost several games of cards to him, but they had never really spent much quality time together. Still, Axel had nothing against him, and maybe it was simple Nobody Solidarity that drove him to the text message he'd sent, but he figured Luxord deserved to know the truth. He wasn't going to get it from Xino Mao, that was for sure, and so whatever the reason, he felt compelled to inform him.
Maybe that fledgling heart of his was suddenly working in overdrive now that he'd had little choice but to acknowledge it. Whatever.
Seated at a table on the patio out in front of the eatery, a plate of curly fries and a glass of iced tea in front of him, Axel waited for his old cohort to arrive. They hadn't exactly specified a time, but considering it was Luxord he figured whatever time the man showed up he was always on time.
When: Thursday 06Sept, afternoon
Where: A nondescript diner somewhere inconspicuous
Summary: Axel has no beef with Luxord and figures he deserves to know the truth Xemnas and Xigbar kept from them all this time. Over a plate of fries.
Warnings: Prolly nothing but egregious amounts of smarm.
Axel had never known Luxord terribly well. He had worked with him a few times and lost several games of cards to him, but they had never really spent much quality time together. Still, Axel had nothing against him, and maybe it was simple Nobody Solidarity that drove him to the text message he'd sent, but he figured Luxord deserved to know the truth. He wasn't going to get it from Xino Mao, that was for sure, and so whatever the reason, he felt compelled to inform him.
Maybe that fledgling heart of his was suddenly working in overdrive now that he'd had little choice but to acknowledge it. Whatever.
Seated at a table on the patio out in front of the eatery, a plate of curly fries and a glass of iced tea in front of him, Axel waited for his old cohort to arrive. They hadn't exactly specified a time, but considering it was Luxord he figured whatever time the man showed up he was always on time.
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"I trust you haven't been waiting long?"
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He waited for Luxord so situate himself however he preferred, then gestured at him with a fry.
"I know we haven't exactly been chummy," he said, a grain of something not entirely unlike apology in his tone. "For what it's worth, I never really begrudged all those times you whupped me at cards or anything." He ventured half of a sly grin, popping the fry into his mouth before continuing. "I ah... well, I found out some rather unsettling news recently, though," he said, "and I figured you probably weren't going to get an update from anyone else in the loop."
He really didn't know who Luxord had ties with, but he had to figure he wasn't close with any of the Keyblade wielders, and his ties to Xino Mao were mostly worthless now.
"So I guess... do you want the good news or the bad news first?" he asked, frowning then. Certainly hearing of Xigbar's treachery and Xemnas' lies wouldn't hit Luxord quite so hard as he knew they were going to hit Demyx (which was why he was procrastinating on that point, honestly), but it didn't make the news any less... awful.
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Of course, that was neither here nor there at the moment. What would be would be, and there wasn't any sense in wishing that begone hands had been anything other than they were. Instead, he simply offered a nod at Axel's words. "I hadn't thought most would, though I'll hardly complain about the confirmation."
Even with his tendency to win more often than not, they hadn't really been intended to be much more than friendly games, and given the Heartless the munny wasn't usually too hard to earn back. Either way, however, the logistics of his ideas as related to cards weren't particularly related to whatever news Axel had to import. Best to save such things for later.
"Let's have the worst first."
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Leaning forward on the table a bit, he fidgeted with one of his curly fries.
"I don't know if you noticed that there's an acute lack of Xigbar around the office these days," he said quietly, and then sort of shook the fry at Luxord. "Seems he had a bit of a row with Riku the other night. That's not the news, really, though. During the altercation Xemnas and Xehanort dropped in, and things got a bit ugly." He narrowed his eyes. "Do you even know who Xehanort is?" he asked then, popping the fry in his mouth. "The name never really got tossed around much--hell, I dunno that I would have even known it if I hadn't been around Radiant Garden before everything all went south."
He could never tell for certain just how much information Luxord have. He supposed the blond man preferred it that way, in the end.
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"I'd noticed his absence, yes," he answered with a somber nod. It wasn't precisely the most common of occurrences, even if he'd decided it better to simply leave it be. Asking that sort of question was the quickest way to draw attention and better to not have too many questions asked of him in turn. Just as well, really, if Axel's explanation for why was the truth (and he didn't have any reason to believe it wasn't). "I'm afraid I can't say the name is familiar though."
Whoever it belonged to was likely a ranking piece in this hand, of that he had every belief, but who it belonged to? That was as far out of his reach as the skies themselves.