four flames ☆ three locks

[sunkenlight.livejournal.com]

[Axel appears on the Plane, and he's not alone! He's got a certain annoyed blonde captured in the crook of his elbow, as if dragging him away from a fight. In fact, they're both showered lightly in sticky rice and sporting a few scratches and bruises. Also some vaguely Chinese clothing.] Hey, chill out!

Chill out? He hit me first! He had it coming! [Said annoyed blonde attempts to wriggle out of the red-head's grasp.] C'mon, Axelll...!

[His grip is firm.] Do you want to get kicked out of the Imperial Forces before we can even join? We're doing it for the chi—er, Ping. Besides, if we're on our best behavior, we'll get to blow up some Heartless.

[Roxas takes a moment to digest all that, giving another squirm, if only for the heck of it.] That's... a good point. But then they'll think it's okay! The soldiers, I mean. ... to pick on us—or, worse, Ping!

[He's not letting go just yet.] Ping can handle himself. He's got that annoying lizard, remember? Besides, the captain will keep 'em in line.

Yeah, but... We still promised to help.

And we will, promise. That doesn't mean you have to get your arm broken for it.

... speaking of which? [He wriggles one more time, pointedly.]

[Axel sighs dramatically and lets go.]

Comments

[smolderingdark.livejournal.com]

[He chuckles.] I think I'll pass.

[whitestlotus.livejournal.com]

No more talk about your dress being on backwards? How disappointing.

[smolderingdark.livejournal.com]

For the last time, it's a jacket not a dress.

[whitestlotus.livejournal.com]

[ She laughs a little. ] No, silly, one of the times you were saying something, you said "my dress is on backwards" in... whatever language that was.

Though it sounds like it's a touchy subject to begin with.

[smolderingdark.livejournal.com]

[He mock-pouts.]

... Maybe.

[whitestlotus.livejournal.com]

[ She chuckles. ] Ever consider a cape? There'd be less confusion that way.

[smolderingdark.livejournal.com]

But capes are flammable. Not to mention, I'd probably cut it up while fighting.

[whitestlotus.livejournal.com]

Koren's never set his cape on fire, though. [ She holds up a finger, then disappears. When she returns, she has a bunch of very rich, very red cloth in her hands. Koren will probably kill her if he ever finds out she took it. ] See? Not a burn mark on it.

[smolderingdark.livejournal.com]

[Oh. Oh wow. His favorite color. Don't mind him staring.]

... Hm. Does he fight with two weapons at the same time?

[whitestlotus.livejournal.com]

He mostly just uses magic, like I do, but now and then he uses a sword. This cloak is given to magicians with great talent, it comes with the title of Red Lotus. I'm only a White Lotus.

[smolderingdark.livejournal.com]

It's a very impressive cloak. Unfortunately, my usual clothes turned into... whatever these are so that we could blend in. [He steps back and summons his chakrams with a shrug, little wheels of flame that quickly form into spiked things.] These babies are why I couldn't do the mage thing even if I wanted to.

[whitestlotus.livejournal.com]

Hmmm, maybe not. [ She blinks at the summoned up chakrams. Magic she's used to, but magically appearing weapons are a little different. ] It would match your hair, though. ... The part that isn't covered in rice, anyway.

[smolderingdark.livejournal.com]

[He idly tosses one, and they both disappear with a spark.]

I have good fashion sense, but there's no shame in taking advice from a pretty girl.

[whitestlotus.livejournal.com]

[ She smiles then, and goes about wrapping the cloak about his shoulders-- she has to stand on her tiptoes to do so. A small golden rope hidden under the folds of the fabric keeps the cloak on, and it's plenty long enough to reach his ankles. Once she finishes, she knocks some of the rice out of his hair for good measure. ]

What do you think?

[smolderingdark.livejournal.com]

[W... whoa. Personal space. His grin grows a little more fragile, perhaps because he's trying not to blush. Stupid for him to get worked up over anything, isn't it? Y-yes, it is. The cloak feels lovely around his shoulders, and he smiles sheepishly as she combs him clean.]

... I like it.

[That's right, he can breathe now. Fffffffffff...]

[whitestlotus.livejournal.com]

It looks good on you. [ If she noticed him freaking out about her being in his personal bubble, she doesn't show it. ] You probably wouldn't even need to brood to get the girls, wearing that.

[smolderingdark.livejournal.com]

[It happens when you've spent a year ninja-ing around in darkness and avoiding people.]

Ideally, I shouldn't have to brood at all~

[whitestlotus.livejournal.com]

Or wear anything?

[ Angela only freaks out when things get serious. Which means she has no problem teasing. ]

[smolderingdark.livejournal.com]

[AHAHAHA he totally wasn't expecting that. He purses his lips and looks away.]

Bit too drafty for my tastes. Unless I walked around on fire all the time~

[whitestlotus.livejournal.com]

[ Touché! ]

Somehow I doubt that would attract anyone. Except for moths.

[smolderingdark.livejournal.com]

[He bows dramatically.]

Human candle at your service, ma'am.

[whitestlotus.livejournal.com]

Human candle, huh? I guess I've heard of stranger things.

[ Smirk ] Just don't get too cocky or I'll have to put you out.

[smolderingdark.livejournal.com]

Oh, I have no doubts, Miss Angela.