paixaorpg | Communication [Completed]

Axel had to sympathize with those feelings. He had heard wind of destruction, but had yet to wander the area to investigate it. The heavy concentration of darkness made him feel very, very uncomfortable, so he was hesitant to do so. There was one thing for sure, though; any of the Organization members that had been present during whatever sort of disaster had occured were going to be in very, very deep shit once Axel got wind of the entire situation.

"Saix," his nasaly voice beckoned from a distance. He stood a good few feet away from the other Nobody, his black-coated form tucked away in the shadows around the edge of a near by building. Slowly, black boots led him out of his reverie, and he approached the blue-haired man, a peculiarly serious expression gracing his face.

"Something's happened. Do you know what it was?"

Saix turned slowly to face Axel, his arms crossing over his chest as he did so. "You mean this isn't your fault? I'm impressed." He was tense, and not entirely because of the red-headed man's appearance, though it contributed. If any of this mess ended up pinned on him there would be hell to pay.

Axel rose both of his brows, and then laughed softly, shaking his head. "No... no, I think it was a problem of...mixing, unchartered mixing, if you will. It shouldn't have happened; for once, it's not me who's being tactless. The question is, who and why. And what. I feel a concentration of Darkness in the area... who could it be, exactly?"

"There should not be Heartless here," Saix said, somewhat darkly. "I'm sure someone saw what happened, it's half a mile of destruction. If nothing else we'll get a description of the one responsible and terminate them." Well, if all went according to plan, anyway. With that much darkness in one place, the source would likely not take well to being eradicated.

"Ah, and what if the very harbringer of Darkness himself is here? It's always a possibility. Then what shall we do? Terminate that as well?" Axel seemed to speak teasingly. He laughed softly, in an ironic sort of way, and let his eyes wander as he gazed in the direction of the destruction in question.

"At least the plot is thickening, it'll make things fun, don't you agree?"

"Hm." Saix smirked a little, following Axel's gaze. "I suppose we could abandon it if things get too out of hand, though I don't like that possibility. We shall have to wait and see, I think. And if it isn't him, we don't have to worry about that." He glanced at Axel again.

"It seems our definitions of 'fun' differ. But interesting, yes, I can agree to that. I wonder how the, ah, travelers will react."

"The problem is, plain and simple, you've got quite the large stick up your ass, my friend," Axel pointed out quite bluntly with a rather large grin on his face. "And I don't consider abandoning it completely an option at all... while it's entirely possible, I think I'd like to wade out the storm. Never had any fun running. It'll just chase you. And then you'll be fucked."

Sometimes it was really hard to follow what Axel was talking about. It was a shame he never realized when that sort of thing was happrning. Regardless, he looked back to Saix, and then at the near by hotel, entertaining the idea of going inside a bit for a drink; there was a restaraunt and bar in there anyway.

Of course, he assumed Saix would not be joining in on that endeavour should he choose to pursue it. Pity.

Maybe, maybe not, it really all depended. Saix just laughed a little. "Sometimes saving your own ass means abandoning things. But again, I really would rather not. It would be a waste." Axel's bullshit didn't really phase him any more; he figured out a while ago to pick out the bits he understood and let the rest hang.

Axel shook his head slowly, but he was smiling.

"Whatever happens, when I find out who was involved, there's going to be a lot of termination happening. Hahaha. Who feels the rath of the Great Number Eight, though, has yet to be decided."

Hm. And for now? "Now, after all this shit? I need a stiff drink." And he promptly began to head into the Morem o Lisboa, offering Saix a casual wave.

"Already?" Saix turned and, frustratingly enough, followed. "If you're looking to waste yourself into oblivion you should know by now that you don't need to make up an excuse. They all sound hollow, you know." Besides, what did he have to drink about? He'd claimed to not be involved with the mess on the street.

"Come on, Saix. Does alcohol really need an excuse?" he asked, pausing a moment and looking back over his shoulder at him. He smiled slowly. "Why don't you come with me? If not a way to drown our sorrows, how about a means of... celebration? This is the only the beginning of a wondrous journey, you know."

"Alcohol doesn't need an excuse," Saix echoed with a laugh. "But if you insist." This should be interesting. He couldn't help but be a bit pessimistic, considering the size of that crater, but he didn't want to think about it at the moment. Nothing could be done until they had more information anyway.

Axel sniggered, and turned his back to him. He proceeded to the Hotel Morem o Lisboa—huge, well-established, ritzy, over the top prices, and all. Naturally, his entrance to the place got him a few peculiar looks at the regulars, but he didn't seem to mind.

He passed right on through the lobby, and to the nightclub cradled within. The sounds could be heard booming from behind the doors, and when Axel opened the glass door that seperated him from the outside world and the creatures of the underworld within.

The music (http://www.aubade.org/myhumps.mp3) boomed. The club was dark, of course, but not at all asleep—quite frankly, the party was jumpin'. Despite the fact the club was located at one of the higher priced hotels in the area, that did not make it any less raunchy.

Axel grinned. He'd fit right in here. He stepped on in, but he stuck out like a sore thumb.

"Impeccable taste, as always," Saix commented with an amused laugh, though he had to raise his voice a little to be heard above the 'music.' (http://www.megaupload.com/?d=U9C4KULZ) He was amused that the people here even COULD party, they were so stiff, but it would make for an amusing night to say the least.

Axel would have replied had he hard him. Or maybe he just didn't care about the comment. Whatever the case, he looked back over his shoulder at Saix, honestly surprised he actually followed. Grinning, without warning, he snatched his hand and then set off, melting into the crowd. Hopefully, the other Nobody was in tow.

Axel was going to get the entire Organization killed one of these days.

Saix was, honestly, too startled to do anything but follow. They were jostled but he hardly noticed; the room was packed. How some of these people managed to move enough to dance was beyond him, though as he was yanked through the room he noticed that the crowd tended to shift and flow to accomodate motion. Interesting.

Once Axel was content they were deeply emersed in the crowd enough, he suddenly stopped, but did not let go of Saix. Rather, he just grinned at him and attempted to grab his other wrist, tugging him toward him; his sinister face flashed under the hundreds of lights and strobes, his movements looking like some stop-animation film illuminated with all the colours of the rainbow.

Due to the crowd, it was no doubt their bodies easily pressed against one another's. Axel didn't seem to mind one bit. In fact, such was apparently even encouraged—his hips thrust forward, and he snickered under the blasting sounds of the music and the people.

Saix just raised one eyebrow elegantly and leaned in, slipping one hand down to Axel's waist and leaning forward, dipping him a little dispite the fact that he was a few inches shorter than the red-haired Nobody. Nevermind the fact that the music was hardly the right kind for a move like that; mostly he just couldn't dance.

"Does this need an excuse?" he asked, unable to suppress a slight smirk.

Axel was certainly not expecting that. And there hadn't even been any alcohol involved yet! This was turning into be quite the adventure, if he did say so himself. He liked it. He liked it alot.

He laughed, gazing fondly over Saix admist the lights, and lifted his arms. He placed them over the other man's shoulders and shook his head, "No. None at all." Another hip thrust. Or two, or three.

Mmm...

Hmm... well, that was certainly interesting. Saix's hand squeezed just a little on Axel's back as he straightened, timing it to the taller man's thrusts and the music. "Well, that's certainly a good thing, because I don't think I could come up with one." He laughed again then, more amused than anything else.

"Heh... don't worry about it. Loosen up a little..." Axel's voice fell to a whisper, especially on that last sentance; Saix would have been unable to hear it had the redhead not leaned in suggestively close and murmured it into his ear...

Tune into my frequency (http://www.aubade.org/Frequency.mp3)
Can you feel it?
Let me show you what I mean.

Body still moving against him, Axel then arched his back backward, and his hips forward, apparently not taking note of the peculiar stares they were getting; not only were they two men, but two red and blue haired men...

Saix was mostly following at this point; as before, he mostly couldn't dance. He was making a pretty valiant effort, though, and pulling it off decently well. He leaned forward as Axel leaned back, their chests pressing together.

"I'm not worried," he said, still grinning and leaning into Axel's face, slightly off-center so he could be heard better.

"Good." Axel was loving this. Making a show, not having a care in the world. Now all they needed was some alcohol.

Axel leaned up toward him and chuckled softly, craning his neck to teasingly brush his lips against Saix's before pulling away from him completely, and apparently disappearing within the crowd. Well. It was pretty easy to spot that tall, red, spiky head sticking out from a mass of darkness and blond heads... so he should have known to follow.

He didn't immediately. Saix watched him go for a few moments, his arms crossing again, thinking. Very briefly thinking, because he weaved through the crowd after Axel just a moment later, leaning on the bar when they got there.

Axel seated himself down at the bar, smiling slowly as he saw Saix come up to him from the corner of his eye. Immediately, a tender came to service them. Asking them for which drinks they wanted, Axel laughed quietly and waved a hand. "I'll have a Screaming Orgasm, thanks." A glance to Saix...

"Bend me over (http://cyber-party.tripod.com/Cocktails/Recipes/BendMeOver.htm)," he said smoothly, though it was directed at the bartender. He glanced up slightly as the song changed (http://www.megaupload.com/?d=ZCWJQRTT), then back at Axel again. "Good thing this place comes equipped with booze," he commented with a slight wave of one hand.

He looked at the charred ground with obvious distaste. Rubble laid in awkward piles, looking like a castle of rock that some careless child had destroyed. That's what these fools were. They could not do anything right. Children.

Bodies here and there, too. And no one getting rid of this unsightly mess? Unexcuseable. The others could not see this, lest chaos be loosed.

And it just reeked of Darkness.

He turned his head up to the "moon", head shaded by his hood. Walking across the rubble, his boots making soft noises on the rocks, he disappeared into a large dark portal that had appeared among the broken concrete.

And reappeared in a loud, heat-filled room. Bodies pressing together, music thumping. A real surprise to find them here. He easily spied the one - or one of them, at least - he was looking for. Who could miss that color?

Shoving his way through the crowd, he came up behind the two nobodies, ripping at the redhead's coat, grabbing a hold of the material and roughly tossing him into a crowd of these things effortlessly. His voice belied his violent actions as he spoke to the other. "What do you think you are doing?"

Axel was definately not expecting that. Him (http://www.aubade.org/blackblackheart.mp3), much less.

Just as the bartender set down his Screaming Orgasm before him, as moments had passed since Saix had also ordered his drink, his stark verdant eyes widened with an unexpected jerk against his throat. Gasping, he felt leather rub harshly against skin, and the entirety of his skinny body was racked back by an unseen hand.

Gasping, Axel felt his body collide with the sea of bodies. Screams echoed out, as the disturbance was not expected, much less from the suspicious group of black-coated men that seemed to be concentrating in the club. They'd already had their eyes on them, after all. His already damaged back collided with the floor with a rather sickening crack, and he glanced, wide eyed, up at whoever had done that.

The voice. Of course he knew who it was.

Something ugly this way comes
Through my fingers sliding inside
All these blessings, all these burns
I'm godless underneath your cover
Search for pleasure, search for pain
In this world now I am undying
I unfurl my flag, my nation helpless.

"S-Superior..."

Saix turned as Axel was thrown, startled and silent. This was unexpected... he hadn't expected the Superior to concern himself with this. For now, though, he didn't say anything, content to watch and find out exactly what was going to happen before he attempted to interfere.

The hooded man turned back to the sound of Axel's voice, to look through annoyed slits at his crumpled form.

"What are you both doing here?" he repeated the question. "Enjoying yourselves while leaving that enormous mess of yours behind?" He bent over to pick up Axel by the scruff of his neck, lifting him to eye level. "I left that gate in your keeping while I was absent. I made my orders very specific."

His empty right hand was clenched as he waited for an answer. "So why," he put an accent on the word, clearly annoyed, "are you not fixing the destruction?"

Axel moved accordingly, for if he did anything else surely the Superior would have his head. He stared blankly, eyes wide as saucers at him for several long moments before swallowing, gaze forcing itself to avert.

"I apologize, I just... I..."

He didn't really have an excuse, did he?

"Don't apologize to me." He spoke through lightly clenched teeth. Without a hint of his forthcoming action, however, he brought his right fist to smash into Axel's left jaw while simultaneously letting go of his coat, letting the blow knock him back down to the floor.

"Just follow my orders." He placed a boot a top one of Axel's hands gingerly. "I gave you one simple task. One gate, thinking you could handle it. But apparently you like proving me wrong." With the last word, he dug his heel down into the flesh of the hand.

Axel stared blankly across at him, somehow unable to react. His usually quite eloquent and rather snarky tongue seemed to have gone dry; and he just might have been biting it as he felt the hard fist connect with his jaw. With a grunt, he could do nothing but allow himself to slump back to the floor.

Peering up at his Superior slowly, he dared not move. Gazing to the side, he tensed as he made note of the boot on his hand. He hardly listened to the words; simply spent this time bracing for the inevitable. His eyes clenched shut tightly as he heard the crunch.

"Nn-nnnghh.... I..." His back arched, eyes snapping open. His vision glazed, he stared up at the ceiling.

Saix frowned. Perhaps he should say something...

"Superior, with all due respect, he'll be even more useless with broken hands." Well, it was true, at least.

"I'm sorry, but I don't remember asking you for your useless opinion." He turned away from Axel with a small sneer of disgust. "He couldn't be more useless if he tried. But knowing him, he won't." He raised his empty right hand in front of him, looking like he was holding on to some invisible pole. A second later, a short red beam of light, solid as steel, appeared in his hand.

"And if I remember correctly, you were also in charge of that gate, and are apparently as useless as him." He finally stepped off of Axel's hand, but not before giving it one more satisfying crack. He approached Saix, walking around him like a predator, before stopping in front of his towering form. "And I held you in such high regards, too." Was all he said before shoving that short knife-like beam into the man's stomach. Underneath all the clothing, he could barely feel the warmth of the blood.

Pushing back to avoid the blood, he gave a harsh kick to one of Saix's knees before stepping back to examine his punishments. Maybe this time they would remember his orders.

Axel had nothing to say. There was nothing to say.

He just watched. The abuse to Saix did ignite a fire of rage in his eyes, and for a moment he almost entertained the idea of sitting up in order to begin some sort of retaliation—but the additional crunch to his hand pressured him against such an act.

He sighed shakily, and simply watched. "Saix..." he uttered under his breath.

Saix collapsed with the kick, a shaking hand clutching the beam in his stomach. Blood was pooling up around the object and running down to the floor, under and over the leather coat he wore. His eyes were wide with surprise and pain as he coughed once, red staining his lips. His free hand lowered to the floor to brace his body so he wouldn't collapse completely.

"A-a-a..." He couldn't pronounce the name enough to respond. Saix lowered his head; holding it up took too much effort at this point. He turned his attention to slowly removing the beam from his stomach.

He brought his arms out in front of him in a stretching gesture, as if dishing out this punishment had been some sort of chore. He looked out from under the hood, satisfied. His face had been hidden behind shadows the whole time. The people that were no longer crowding the bar - they had left when trouble began - would have been able to see his glowing eyes, had they stayed.

Quite a picture the two were, down on the ground where the belonged, licking their wounds. They shouldn't have ignored such a simple order. Really. And he thought he had taught them well.

He swept his coat behind him as he squatted down by Axel's side. His hand cradled the nobody's jaw, thumb running over a bruise that had appeared there. "Did you say something? I'm afraid you'll need to speak louder," he then shoved his finger into the bruise with what force he could muster, "if you want me to hear. Or, don't tell me. You want to share the pain of your companion?" He held out his other hand, and this time a red shard-like light was in his hand, as solid as anything.

Axel looked up slowly as the dark form knelt beside him. He stared blankly, until the fingers against his swelling jaw encouraged from him a quiet yelp of pain. His voice shook as he forced words out; not from fear—very are was it Axel was afraid—but from the pain in his hand (which was thankfully beginning to go numb...) and on his face.

The pressure on the bruise was excruciating, and seemed to be multiplied by tenfold merely at the sight of the newly forumlated weapon in the other man's hand.

"I-I said nothing, Superior. You needn't.... worry about me." A weak smile was forced, and he unconciously tried to lean away from the offending hand.

"But apparently I do." He flipped the shard through his fingers, releasing the pressure on Axel's face, cupping it more gently than one would think he could manage.

"Now I want you to do one thing for me." He spoke gently, softly, as if to a child. "And tell me one reason why I shouldn't take this fine little blade," he brought it even closer to Axel's face, pressing it against his skin, "and slice your little baby-face off."

He was now running his empty hand along Axel's cheek. "But if you mess up your answer, I'm afriad there might be a little Hell to pay."

Axel inhaled slowly. He knew the Superior wouldn't maim him beyond comprehension, because he knew he was a useful tool, and so completely losing his life would be out of the question. He also knew he would still need to be of importance in some means and so, somehow, was afraid of nothing but the awkward, ugly knot forming in his stomach in anticipation for the pain.

"I am ready to answer, my Superior. You may put your faith in me," he confidently said, voice unwaivering.

With a small flick of his hand, the blade disappeared, as well as the one that had been imbedded in Saix. "That's what I wanted to hear." He stood up, but not without giving Axel's cheek a final light slap.

"Now. Stop being useless and go clean up the mess." A pause for a thought. "And get rid of the one who caused it."

Axel laid still for a moment, before slowly sitting up. He looked up to the Superior, and gave him a sage nod, standing. His face hurt, his hand hurt... he glanced idly over in Saix's direction, the vaguest of frowns gracing his face. But he was not a creature of sympathy, and so he could not quite place it in his lack-of-heart to feel remorse for his comrade. Moreover, the dull throb in his hand and on his face seemed to hardly effect him.

He swallowed, and looked back to the hooded figure, bowing his head once. "I'll make sure of it, my Superior."

Saix had flopped over onto his back and was still bleeding all over the floor so he couldn't manage to pay attention fully, though he did make a weak attempt at gurgling out a response. More red decorated his leps at the effort and, with a slight wince at the amount of concentration it took, he disappeared, leaving a large, drying puddle of blood where he'd been lying. Superior or no Superior, he had to fix that wound or he wouldn't be around to follow orders any more.

With a final glance to where Saix had been seconds ago, he turned his back to Axel, walking through the now-empty bar. The same black portal from before appeared in front of him. Before stepping into it, he gave one last look at the lone nobody left.

"Don't let me down again." The words held an unspoken promise if the redhead did fail again.

And then he was gone.

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