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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'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.