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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
"If you would be so kind. I'm almost done here."
The blonde-haired man nodded without saying another word as exited Morrigan's room, or one of them at least.
No longer an innocent civilian of Paixao, he was now a faithful servant of the resident succubus. But he wasn't alone, oh no, there were others too, all taken right from the streets just like he was. It was all very simple, really. Show them a little skin, a little touch here, a grab there... That's all it took for them to fall prey to her charms. And once 'prepared' she helped herself to a portion of their souls. A sufficient amount to leave them alive, but without their free will.
The result? Their sole purpose now was to obey and serve their new master without question.
But of course, what would a new role in life be if they didn't look the part? Gone were the old rags they dressed in, and in their place, was your typical outfit fit for a butler. The little beard they had was also gone, and their long and spikey hair was now neatly trimmed and combed back.
Maybe this was more of a blessing than a curse, but they would never the chance to know.
He made his way through the mansion and into the Foyer, where the main doors stood closed. Once opened, he spotted them: two hooded men wearing the same black outfit. Anybody smart enough could tell that these two weren't your average visitors. But sadly, the butler was incapable of coming up with such thoughts.
"Welcome to Aensland Mansion. This way, please." he said to them, heading back into the Foyer.