paixaorpg | [Active/Closed]

Entry tags:

[Active/Closed]

Character(s): Axel and a teapot
Content: A fireman and a teapot meet. Wat do.
Setting: Uh... the streets somewhere close to a shop
Time: week 30, mid-day or so
Warnings: ... Axel.... and Mrs. Potts' lectures

Mrs. Potts had seen how her master had reacted to Cogsworth's disappearance and she didn't like seeing him so upset. It worried her. Cogsworth, even with his temper, had been a source of hope for all of them. A human servant meant that the spell had been broken at some point, and would be in their future. Now, though, he was gone, and with it their hope had been stabbed straight through.

Not one for sitting around and moping, the teapot got it into her head to try to find something that would cheer her master up. She made sure to leave a text message with him so he wouldn't think she'd been taken, too, and hopped downstairs. The trek was just as long this way as coming back up, but eventually she was out on the street and heading down to a shop she hoped might have ingredients for a smashing dinner... or at the very least, something he could give to Belle or keep for himself that would remind him of her. They all needed the comfort.

So, onward she hopped, hoping to find a poor, kind soul who might be willing to help her out.

Flat | Top-Level Comments Only

Axel was far from being in a good mood. Eever since Roxas had lost his memories, it pretty much put a damper on everything. Not only did he not remember him, but Xion was covering for him too. And since he hadn't met up with him like he said he would... the redhead's spirits seemed to be at an all time low.

He was... off duty, so to speak. Walking through the streets in casual attire, opting for just a simple t-shirt and pants. He weaved through the crowd, his hair an obvious indication that he wasn't a Paixao native, but the lack of his overcoat helped pleading his innocence if anyone tried to finger him as a member of the Organization.

Flicking a toothpick away and onto the street, he noted a strange sound coming from just ahead... and his eyes landed on some very out of place kitchenware.

"Now what do we have here?" he asked himself, reaching down to pick the teapot up.

It seemed everyone was in some sort of strange mood. However, the teapot couldn't say she was particularly fond of being picked up by random people. She would normally have faded into her unmoving "natural" look, but the man had already seen her moving, so it was no use to pretend otherwise. She merely wiggled a little bit in his arms and tried to get a good look at whoever had a hold of her.

"Ah, pardon me, sir," she began. "I was heading for one of the shops. Do you think you give me a hand? It's hard walking there alone these days."

"WHAT THE -- " the words coming from the teapot's mouth were more than enough to startle him. So much so that he lost his grip on it, watched it fly upwards, took a quick step forward to catch it again, juggled it between two hands... and finally settled in with it gripped against his chest.

Slowly, he extended his arms outwards. "Uh... Sorry about that. You kinda caught me off guard..." Because, y'know, not every day you see a talking beverage maker.

Oh dear. Maybe she should have let him get used to her weight before she started speaking. The trip through the air wasn't quite what she'd planned, and she managed a quick hopeful prayer that she wouldn't land on the ground - who knew what would happen if she broke - before he man had caught her again.

"Forgive me, sir," she apologized. "I didn't mean to startle you. Are you all right?"

Because his safety and comfort is definitely more important than her own at this point.

"I'm uh... I'm just peachy," he spoke, an eyebrow raised the entire time. Was this for real? Obviously it was in the immediate plans of the Organization to draw in people, 'subjects' from all the different worlds... but teapots? What the hell was Xemnas thinking with that one? He looked her over as well, "And you seem to be fine. Still got all of your -- uh... still got your lid in tact there." And a pause. "What was that you said? You're going shopping?"

This was getting weirder and weirder...

The teapot didn't quite believe that this man was all right, but she didn't press him for details. If he wanted to talk to her, he could. She wouldn't mind.

"My lid is just fine," she agreed with a smile. "I'm looking for something for the Master, that's all. It's hard to get there in a timely manner when you don't really have legs."

"Yeah, I just bet it is..." he almost smirked, but kept it in check. Was he really going to do this kitchenware a favour though? It was always good to keep up appearances, but not when it was annoying... "What's this 'something for your master' that you're looking for?"

"Ah..." Well, he did have every right to ask her, especially if he was going to be helping her out. "I haven't quite decided yet. We need something that will cheer him up. He's been so upset lately."

That's what happened when one of their own went missing. And nothing she did would bring Cogsworth back. That was the worst part.

"So you figure buying him something would cheer him up?" Axel cocked an eyebrow. Skeptical, though curious as to her reasoning. Did... things like that really work to cheer people up these days?

Well, when put that way, it sounded very off, but the teapot shrugged a little. "Coupled with just the right words, a nice gift can make all the difference, sir."

In some way, this made her a little sad. If the nice young man had never experienced such a thing, she couldn't imagine the life he lived.

Axel shrugged. "All right. I'll bite." Somewhere in the back of his mind, there was the distant memory of ice cream with friends -- just because... it felt good. Well... as far as he could remember, at least. "What sort of shop do you think you'd find a spectacular gift for someone?"

Mrs. Potts hemmed for a little bit inwardly, trying to decide how much she should say, but eventually she opted for most of the truth. "Anything that might make a good dinner recipe, or a few nice books, fantasy stories, that sort of thing. It would all cheer him up considerably. He's very fond of them. I'm just not entirely sure where might be best to look."

That was a pretty broad spectrum. The redhead considered it for a moment, hand on his chin and all. It almost seemed as though... he was starting to take it seriously. "I think I know a little place," he nodded, tucking the teapot under his arm. "A lot of... odds and ends. Stuff from all over. That sort of place."

"Thank you kindly, sir," she responded warmly. "I appreciate your help. It's not easy getting anywhere for someone like me." And maybe she had just gained some nice company, too.

"I do hope the city is treating you well." Commenting upon someone's well-being is natural for her, whether or not they're a perfect stranger.

"Um. Right. Don't thank me. We haven't done much yet." His destination was the Glass Bonsai, knowing that they had a variety of objects at their disposal. It seemed like an ideal location to shop around when you weren't exactly sure what it is you were looking for.

"Huh? Oh, the city. Yeah, well... You know how it is. Day after day, it's pretty much... just the same thing." He wasn't lying to the -- er, woman -- of course, just... omitting some things.

"Perhaps not, but you are at least taking me somewhere and we're having a nice conversation." To Mrs. Potts, that meant a lot and so it deserved thanks.

"You get used to it after a while," she agreed with a slight nod of her head / body. "It's not so bad if you have friends and family with you." Or your Master, whichever the case may be.

"Yeah, I guess so..." he half-heartedly agreed. "You... have your friends here, then?" he imagined an army of tea pots and cups in his mind... holding back the imagine the thought provoked. He turned another corner, heading towards the Glass Bonsai.

"Some of them, yes," she answered, her expression falling at the thought of Chip being away from her. She missed so many things about the castle, but her children were missed the most. "And I am quite happy to have them. There's nothing quite like family and friends to support you."

"Makes the transition a little easier, huh?" it almost seemed like he was in agreement, until a frown formed itself across his lips. "Until they forget all about you, that is..." he muttered, his expression turning somewhat cloudy.

She nodded, with a small smile... until he mentioned being forgotten. Then her expression turned sad. She couldn't imagine how that must have felt.

"Your friend has amnesia?" Pause. Well that was truly awful. "Perhaps they just need a little guidance to remember."

Axel was trying to imagine what it felt like, too. What should he be 'feeling' if such a thing was possible? Anger? Sadness? ...

There was a tinge of something -- uneasiness? Axel chastised himself inwardly for speaking so freely. After a silent moment of contemplation though... he was sure that wasn't enough to tie him to the Organization, or Roxas. As long as he didn't use any names... Maybe there wasn't any harm in this little interaction.

"I bet it's gonna take a little more than that," he muttered.

For a while it seemed as though the man had said too much, at least for his tastes. Mrs. Potts couldn't blame him for thinking that. After all, they were perfect strangers and it was a touchy and personal subject. However, she was pleasantly surprised when he continued and she thought of how best to answer.

"Sometimes everything takes a little more effort than we think it does, but that doesn't make it any less worthy of that effort," she answered firmly. In her eyes, her Master's situation sat in this very place. His relationship with Belle was taking effort, but the end result was worth anything. "You just need patience and kindness. It'll work out in time."

Axel put on a skeptical look. "Patience and kindness? Yeah, right..." he trailed off, thinking about the situation. "What good are things like that going to do me, when he's already found some new BFFs to run around with?" Was that a pout? Surely not, though he certainly sounded and looked as though he was feeling sorry for himself, that was certain.

"Perhaps he just needs a reminder that you're still here for him," she suggested patiently. "Sometimes it just seems like someone's left without us. But if you really had a friendship at one point, trying again and reconciling is worth the effort."

"A reminder, tch," he turned away sharply. What good was a reminder if the kid didn't even remember him to begin with? "I bet -- he doesn't even want to remember. He's probably having the time of his life with his new pals, I wouldn't be surprised if they convinced him to not even get his memories back in the first place," Indeed, he really did seem to be dealing with it in the same manner a child would...

"Anyway. We're here," he pushed the door open to the shop, revealing shelves upon shelves of miscellaneous items. It ranged from the serious to the silly, the practical to the fantastical. You could probably find just about anything in a place like this.

"That's no way at all to think about it!" Mrs. Potts snapped, sternly hopping from his arms to the floor once they were inside and turning around to fix him with a pointed gaze. "If you're so worried about him, you ought to go speak with him! There's no use sitting around and complaining about it."

With a huff of air, she hopped back around, looking through the items the store had for sale, hoping to find something that might work for her.

"Huh?" the redhead blinked. Was he... getting scolded by a teapot? He couldn't exactly argue with what she was saying, either. In fact, he wanted nothing more than to just go talk to the guy, get him to come back and get things back on track... back to normal, even if it was a warped sense of 'normal' to begin with.

"He doesn't want to talk to me," he muttered, remembering how he'd been stood up when he'd set up another meeting for them in secret... "he doesn't even remember my face," he muttered to himself, trying to focus on the items on the shelves for some sort of needed distraction.

Yes, yes he was getting lectured by a teapot. She was always good at that and her words usually carried a measure of advice that smart people didn't turn down. Hopefully, this man would take her words to heart.

Hm, the memory thing would be a little difficult, but not completely insurmountable. "Get him something he would like and then spend a little time with, give him an excuse to get to know you again. Perhaps someday he will regain his memories, but not having them is no reason you shouldn't see him."

Axel just frowned. He wasn't even sure how to respond to this. Besides the fact that he didn't want to admit that there was truth in what the appliance was saying, he couldn't get past his own stubbornness. He pouted, crossing his arms over his chest, and mumbling something incoherent as he perused the aisles.

Although he feigned half-interest in the shelves he passed, displaying various knick-knacks, semi-precious stones, costume jewelry... the large conch shell just ahead seemed to catch his eye. He kept glancing at it, then away, then back again. "Hey, so... have you decided what you're even going to get your... what did you call him? Your master?"

"Not quite yet," the teapot answered, hopping ahead like she knew exactly what she was doing. Which she did, when it really came down to it. Mrs. Potts wasn't someone prone to doing things she wasn't sure of. The only trouble was finding the right thing.

"Aha!" she crowed, finding the book stash and hopping up onto the table. "Here we are."

Time to start moving books to find the perfect one.

Axel waited impatiently, changing from glancing down at the teapot, and throwing glances at the shell. Roxas... always had those sorts of things in his room, didn't he? Like he collected them or something. Seeing how Mrs. Potts seem to be engrossed in sifting through -- whatever she was looking for, he took the opportunity to slip away to inspect the sea shell further.

Lifting it from its place on the shelf, he turned it over in his hands.

Mrs. Potts might not have been looking, but she had a feeling the red-haired man would find something he thought his friend might like. So she pushed the books aside until she found a cookbook the Master might get good practice with. Signaling the shopkeeper, she decided to buy it right then, managing with a couple of leaf pieces she'd saved up in her pot.

Once that was done, she turned to wait for her companion to decide, book safely tucked under her lid - the lid itself was in danger of falling off, but that was beside the point.

Axel seemed to be lost in thought. Somewhere between making an actual decision about the seashell, and just tossing the idea out the window as stupid. Why would he get a gift, anyway? The teapot seemed to think it was a way to show that you cared but... well, the irony of that situation was a bit deep.

"Huh? All done?" he was dragged out of his uncertainty by the sound of her hopping.

"I think so," Mrs. Potts answered with a smile as she peered up at her companion. "Did you find anything suitable?"

If he had, so much the better. Buying the gift was half of the battle anyway. It would be up to the man himself to go through with the giving.

"Well..." he frowned, "I guess, but... I don't know. Maybe he'd just laugh at me." And that was how he would try to talk himself out of it, to begin with. Convince himself out loud that it was a terrible idea to even start with. "I mean... he's got a lot of that sort of thing already..." he trailed off, turning towards the seashell on the shelf and nodding in its direction.

"Not if it truly meant something to you both," she encouraged with a nod. "Perhaps it's something he really likes and in that case it would mean a lot that you remembered. You could always buy it now and decide to give it to him later."

Or not, but that was the man's choice.

Flat | Top-Level Comments Only

[Active/Closed]

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

asdafdsdklsjdfg OMG THE LATENESS. THE LATENESS!!! SHE BURNS!

/LOVES YOU ANYWAY <333

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject