Post by Axel on Mar 13, 2010 3:19:55 GMT -5
Axel supposed it wasn't actually any bigger than the clock tower back home.
Taller, certainly. And more elaborate. Twilight Town--because Twilight Town was more home than a world that never was--had never seen the point of cagey columns like these, preferring a railing. For safety, maybe. It felt more delicate up here. The wind might just whistle through the tower's clenched pillars and nudge him into yawning doom below like a siren's voice.
Dimly interested jade eyes analyzed the drop not an inch from his foot where he was leaning against one of the columns, as relaxed as if he weren't umpty stories high. One step was all it'd take. One step and he'd have just enough time to regret it and remember every single expletive he had memorized before he smacked against the cobblestone in a bloody wreck. One step and he'd be in oblivion, and not for the first time. Just one.
Axel took it.
His foot sank into nothing and the second followed akimbo, arms out like he expected to land on an outcrop and cloak flaring to give him more the impression of a descending bat. Wind shot past his ears and caught his hair up in fluttering red spikes, eyes both intent and excited, as if this was just another enemy and he'd summon up the fire and the chakrams and the smooth, oily wisecracks in another minute to break its will. Fear was impossible for him, suicidal or not, so even if this had been an accident, at this point he'd have no choice but to accept it.
Well. That wasn't completely true.
Just before he made nice with the roof he'd gone and made an appointment with--just before he became that bloody wreck--just before he visited oblivion a second time--Axel came to a dead stop in the middle of the air as simply as pausing time.
"...Hoo."
That had been cutting it just a little close. But playing with fire was nothing new, and Axel had gotten pretty good at flying. Indulging in a cocky little smirk, he streaked back up the clock tower in a spiral with devilish speed, alighting at the top by the spire so he could use it as a handhold on the steep roof.
Another empty clock tower, moonlit instead of twilit. He supposed he couldn't keep screwing around like this. He couldn't very well create Kingdom Hearts on his own--that was dumb and Sora would be pissed--so he needed to find Sora, maybe. Do something to help. With. ...Something. But with no sign of the Organization about, and with Roxas...gone, there wasn't a lot of point to trying. Axel had died because he had nothing left to lose; now he was alive with nothing to gain from it, and while he wasn't about to go throwing that particular gift horse away, he also hadn't coaxed all his ducks into a row just yet. He needed to get connected again, so he could. Er.
...
Maybe screwin' around works for now, he thought mildly, sending a spark up the spire to its tip, where it flared out into a phoenix-shaped flame with a roar of heat.
Someone had to make the papers interesting.
Taller, certainly. And more elaborate. Twilight Town--because Twilight Town was more home than a world that never was--had never seen the point of cagey columns like these, preferring a railing. For safety, maybe. It felt more delicate up here. The wind might just whistle through the tower's clenched pillars and nudge him into yawning doom below like a siren's voice.
Dimly interested jade eyes analyzed the drop not an inch from his foot where he was leaning against one of the columns, as relaxed as if he weren't umpty stories high. One step was all it'd take. One step and he'd have just enough time to regret it and remember every single expletive he had memorized before he smacked against the cobblestone in a bloody wreck. One step and he'd be in oblivion, and not for the first time. Just one.
Axel took it.
His foot sank into nothing and the second followed akimbo, arms out like he expected to land on an outcrop and cloak flaring to give him more the impression of a descending bat. Wind shot past his ears and caught his hair up in fluttering red spikes, eyes both intent and excited, as if this was just another enemy and he'd summon up the fire and the chakrams and the smooth, oily wisecracks in another minute to break its will. Fear was impossible for him, suicidal or not, so even if this had been an accident, at this point he'd have no choice but to accept it.
Well. That wasn't completely true.
Just before he made nice with the roof he'd gone and made an appointment with--just before he became that bloody wreck--just before he visited oblivion a second time--Axel came to a dead stop in the middle of the air as simply as pausing time.
"...Hoo."
That had been cutting it just a little close. But playing with fire was nothing new, and Axel had gotten pretty good at flying. Indulging in a cocky little smirk, he streaked back up the clock tower in a spiral with devilish speed, alighting at the top by the spire so he could use it as a handhold on the steep roof.
Another empty clock tower, moonlit instead of twilit. He supposed he couldn't keep screwing around like this. He couldn't very well create Kingdom Hearts on his own--that was dumb and Sora would be pissed--so he needed to find Sora, maybe. Do something to help. With. ...Something. But with no sign of the Organization about, and with Roxas...gone, there wasn't a lot of point to trying. Axel had died because he had nothing left to lose; now he was alive with nothing to gain from it, and while he wasn't about to go throwing that particular gift horse away, he also hadn't coaxed all his ducks into a row just yet. He needed to get connected again, so he could. Er.
...
Maybe screwin' around works for now, he thought mildly, sending a spark up the spire to its tip, where it flared out into a phoenix-shaped flame with a roar of heat.
Someone had to make the papers interesting.
