It's been a long time since Axel was last here, it'd seem. People have had new adventures, people have new stories... A few months, at least.
Outside the carnival, back home? A few weeks, tops. He kinda lost track of time, what with the whole being-abandoned-by-your-best-friend and betraying-your-organization thing. And now he's back. The flamelike fae marks on his arms and shoulders, which seem to soak up all the light that touch them, move as he shifts. He's glad to have ditched his coat again, but he's not exactly thrilled with the halter top that was all the understaffed costuming department had to offer in way of mundane clothing. At least it's not pink.
Technically, he's on a smoke break. He doesn't smoke (except when he's angry and literally breathing fire), but it's better than dealing with paperwork all day. He's a little overwhelmed lately, but that's normal for a mercenary, apparently. Didn't used to be like that, but now there's reports. It's great. Just great. Even now he's proofreading, even on break, but at least no one's breathing down his neck.
Will-O-Wisps
Catching these things is hard, but Axel's got an edge; raw speed. His gazelle-like hooves give him the speed, dexterity, and jumping power to keep up with the tiny lights, and his natural abilities protect him from the heat of half of them. The other half's cold still sucks, though, and each one he catches in his clawed hands slows him down a little. Soon, he's not cognizant of where he's going, just chasing the lights, and just crashes into someone. "Hey! Watch it!" His slightly draconic tail whips back and forth and his nose spews smoke, making it clear that he's pissed - in more ways than one.
Capture the Egg
It's late, or maybe it's early. Either way, Axel's trying to sleep, but there is an obnoxious chiming sound coming from outside his trailer. It's just the right pitch to drive him crazy, so he steps out to investigate, only to notice that he's been put in a red jersey over his pajamas. "What's goin' on?"
Axel | Kingdom Hearts | OTA (Again) | Veteran
It's been a long time since Axel was last here, it'd seem. People have had new adventures, people have new stories... A few months, at least.
Outside the carnival, back home? A few weeks, tops. He kinda lost track of time, what with the whole being-abandoned-by-your-best-friend and betraying-your-organization thing. And now he's back. The flamelike fae marks on his arms and shoulders, which seem to soak up all the light that touch them, move as he shifts. He's glad to have ditched his coat again, but he's not exactly thrilled with the halter top that was all the understaffed costuming department had to offer in way of mundane clothing. At least it's not pink.
Technically, he's on a smoke break. He doesn't smoke (except when he's angry and literally breathing fire), but it's better than dealing with paperwork all day. He's a little overwhelmed lately, but that's normal for a mercenary, apparently. Didn't used to be like that, but now there's reports. It's great. Just great. Even now he's proofreading, even on break, but at least no one's breathing down his neck.
Will-O-Wisps
Catching these things is hard, but Axel's got an edge; raw speed. His gazelle-like hooves give him the speed, dexterity, and jumping power to keep up with the tiny lights, and his natural abilities protect him from the heat of half of them. The other half's cold still sucks, though, and each one he catches in his clawed hands slows him down a little. Soon, he's not cognizant of where he's going, just chasing the lights, and just crashes into someone. "Hey! Watch it!" His slightly draconic tail whips back and forth and his nose spews smoke, making it clear that he's pissed - in more ways than one.
Capture the Egg
It's late, or maybe it's early. Either way, Axel's trying to sleep, but there is an obnoxious chiming sound coming from outside his trailer. It's just the right pitch to drive him crazy, so he steps out to investigate, only to notice that he's been put in a red jersey over his pajamas. "What's goin' on?"