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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
Beginning from the foyer, she took them around the entire first floor of the mansion. Right through a couple of rooms that had been emptied out of their previous contents, a large kitchen that seemed to have more knives and cutting utensils than actual food, and of course, a lavishly decorated bedroom. Through the trip, they passed by several windows all of which were closed shut. The trio also walked past doors that were kept under locks and thick chains. Morrigan made no mention at all to these and continued on as if they weren't even there.
The tour eventually took them to a large patio. There was a table and a couple of chairs near them and the side walls were all adorned with various plants and vegetation while a stone path in the center led to a still-functioning fountain in the middle and the rest being mostly vacant. "And here we have the lovely courtyard. It's a bit too plain for my tastes, but I'll be taking care of that soon."