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million_points_of_light2013-06-03 12:53 am
got_it_memorized) wrote in million_points_of_light2013-06-03 12:53 am
i don't feel so well
Who: Axel and Riku
When: 02June, for the Outbreak plot; mid-afternoon
Where: House of the Rising Tsun
What: Riku is down with the sickness
Warnings: prolly nothing
While the Initiative-issued tablets were definitely a bit higher-tech than he had grown accustomed to back home, there was one thing Axel had found made it worth trying to figure out all the buttons and options: games. Sure, a walkie was good enough for him, in most cases--keep it simple, stupid!--but you couldn't play games on a walkie. Having discovered the option to kill time without sitting up had been a huge breakthrough in Axel's laziness regime, and he had quickly downloaded half a dozen games to find out which ones were the most entertaining.
Most of the games had premises that made little to no sense, he'd found. He had quickly grown addicted to one where the only purpose was to fling oddly-shaped birds at buildings in an effort to crush any green pigs dwelling within. It was actually more difficult than it sounded.
Stretched out on the couch, the tablet resting on his abdomen as he attempted to demolish the landscape using his supply of avian ammunition, Axel had already beaten his high score. It had been a most productive day indeed. He was pretty sure it was his turn to make dinner, but until someone came home and confirmed this, he was content to continue wasting time.
When: 02June, for the Outbreak plot; mid-afternoon
Where: House of the Rising Tsun
What: Riku is down with the sickness
Warnings: prolly nothing
While the Initiative-issued tablets were definitely a bit higher-tech than he had grown accustomed to back home, there was one thing Axel had found made it worth trying to figure out all the buttons and options: games. Sure, a walkie was good enough for him, in most cases--keep it simple, stupid!--but you couldn't play games on a walkie. Having discovered the option to kill time without sitting up had been a huge breakthrough in Axel's laziness regime, and he had quickly downloaded half a dozen games to find out which ones were the most entertaining.
Most of the games had premises that made little to no sense, he'd found. He had quickly grown addicted to one where the only purpose was to fling oddly-shaped birds at buildings in an effort to crush any green pigs dwelling within. It was actually more difficult than it sounded.
Stretched out on the couch, the tablet resting on his abdomen as he attempted to demolish the landscape using his supply of avian ammunition, Axel had already beaten his high score. It had been a most productive day indeed. He was pretty sure it was his turn to make dinner, but until someone came home and confirmed this, he was content to continue wasting time.
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Axel snapped to his feet, shoving his chair aside, the plate of pancakes forgotten now. Who the hell did Riku think he was?
"Do you think this is funny?" he snapped, swiping one hand through the air like he could just shove everything the boy had said aside and ignore it. "Think it's funny to make jokes at the expense of the guy with no heart? Sure, fine, I know I was an ass to you and your friends in the past--I was an ass to my own comrades in the past--but this is just cruel, you know?" He spun on his heel and stalked toward the kitchen, then whirled back and extended one hand. "That's how you Keyblade masters get your kicks, is it? Shine just enough of that light of yours into our little boxes and then tear it all away?"
Roxas had been his friend, had reminded him what it felt like to care about someone. Roxas had walked away. Xion had been his friend, had shown him that sometimes the needs of someone else were more important than your own. Xion had been taken away. And now Riku--Riku!--who had proven that maybe bad blood and past mistakes didn't have to ruin alliances of the future... Now Riku was going to throw this at him?
"Thirteen vessels of darkness clashing with seven of light--what the hell for?" he snarled. "Sounds like a cheesy dramatic video game if you ask me. Besides, that plan fell through long ago--five of those thirteen were wiped out, remember?" He held up one hand and folded down one finger for each name, "Vexen, Zexion, Lexaeus, Marluxia, Larxene." And then he shook his fist. "Gone. That leaves seven. Only seven."
Seven lights, thirteen darknesses... what the hell would that accomplish anyway?