ext_260354 ([identity profile] redhot.livejournal.com) wrote in [community profile] paixaorpg2006-04-23 05:09 pm

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...

[identity profile] daath.livejournal.com 2006-04-26 09:44 pm (UTC)(link)
With that single touch, Daath's mind was put at ease-- well, temporarily. The tour had been quite as dull as he expected it would, and his already waning tolerance of that woman had been nearing the breaking point. Not that she had really done anything wrong (other than, say, existing), but all the same it had been getting more and more difficult to keep his smile. It became a lot more genuine when he looked back towards Axel, at least, and he finally let it fade into an expression of polite interest when he looked back to the courtyard.

While the idea of training here did appeal to him, it was a significantly less attractive option for what it really meant. He was a rookie, and just wasn't skilled enough to meet the demands set before him. Disappointing... but, he noted with some satisfaction, he was going to get a chance to prove himself at last.