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paixaorpg2006-04-23 05:09 pm
redhot.livejournal.com) wrote in paixaorpg2006-04-23 05:09 pm
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Heading over to Morrigan's. [Completed]
Character(s): Axel, Daath, Morrigan.
Content: Axel goes to her mansion.
Setting: Morrigan's mansion.
Time: Noonish.
Warnings: None, yet.
After his little discovery, Axel came down from the cathedral with a relatively blank expression. He didn't say anything, nothing at all, even if Daath might question where exactly this Zexion they had intended to fetch was. He simply did not wish to address the subject. His mind already raced with other things – it was amazing how neurotic Axel could be sometimes.
Wordlessly, or at least on his half, they trekked through the streets all through the morning, heading some miles away to Morrigan's mansion, idly observing the denizens of the city who seemed to bustle a bit more than usual. She had not even told him the location of it – he had been a member of the Organization, once, after all – but seemed to be in such a hurry this minute detail was simply disregarded or forgotten.
He stepped up to the old house, and stared up at it quietly, thoughtfully, for a few moments. By now, his hood had been replaced back onto his head – it was broad daylight now and he'd of been a fool to do anything else – and giving a glance backward momentarily to Daath as if to make sure he was present, he headed up the lengthy steps that led to the mansion's front doors afterward.
After such, he knocked on the door, and awaited Morrigan, or at least one of her new servants (he knew her better than to think she wouldn't have acquired some of those already), to answer the door. If they were too slow, he'd simply let himself in...
Content: Axel goes to her mansion.
Setting: Morrigan's mansion.
Time: Noonish.
Warnings: None, yet.
After his little discovery, Axel came down from the cathedral with a relatively blank expression. He didn't say anything, nothing at all, even if Daath might question where exactly this Zexion they had intended to fetch was. He simply did not wish to address the subject. His mind already raced with other things – it was amazing how neurotic Axel could be sometimes.
Wordlessly, or at least on his half, they trekked through the streets all through the morning, heading some miles away to Morrigan's mansion, idly observing the denizens of the city who seemed to bustle a bit more than usual. She had not even told him the location of it – he had been a member of the Organization, once, after all – but seemed to be in such a hurry this minute detail was simply disregarded or forgotten.
He stepped up to the old house, and stared up at it quietly, thoughtfully, for a few moments. By now, his hood had been replaced back onto his head – it was broad daylight now and he'd of been a fool to do anything else – and giving a glance backward momentarily to Daath as if to make sure he was present, he headed up the lengthy steps that led to the mansion's front doors afterward.
After such, he knocked on the door, and awaited Morrigan, or at least one of her new servants (he knew her better than to think she wouldn't have acquired some of those already), to answer the door. If they were too slow, he'd simply let himself in...
no subject
So he just waited, glancing idly around the front of the mansion in vague curiosity, glad that this gave him an excuse not to attempt conversation with him. As much as he was reluctant to say something that could upset him, he also childishly wanted to force Axel to make the next move this time, if at all. It seemed pretty pointless to do anything if it meant he'd just be rebuked after all.