Flurry of Dancing Flames

Servant Assassin | Axel | Kingdom Hearts | Affiliated RP Blog | Affiliated with Fate/Stain Lens

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cremehild:

❖ ❖ ❖  @aeternumignis           ❝  Such a fiery personality! Truly, how is it that you are               so vibrant?   ❞            Indulgence as it were. Axel was caught by Kriemhild in his boasting spheals, although she’d no idea as to what it was. Merely his voice echo’d all the way at the start of her path and once she’d arrive to see the contender. She’d bring herself to seem surprised.

While he could certainly be quite boisterous around those that he was trying to deceive, he hadn’t expected a woman to approach him asking him such things. Eyes drifted briefly across the woman’s frame, sizing her up quietly for a moment. He could feel the power coming from her, arms crossing over his chest lightly.  “Oh? Some people say I know how to light a fire under others. I can’t say if that’s literal or not. I’m sure you understand...given that we’re both Servants.”

While this was supposed to be a somewhat peaceful place, he had no desire to make nice with other Servants. Not yet, anyway. He didn’t want to be forced to face them and kill them one day, after all. With his Master missing in action, he didn’t have much to depend upon in that regard either. “And what  brings a beauty like you over to see little ol’ me?”

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A lone flame ignited within the center of his palm, fingers curling downward toward the ground as he felt the flames coursing through his form. The flame roared louder and louder, growing brighter until a bright flash illuminated the area, giving way to a pair of chakrams forming within his hands.

Well this was just great. Stuck in the middle of an army with no Master in sight. Well, none that he felt he could rely on, anyway. The dead-eyed look that this one was giving him was a little creepy and, really, he didn’t look all that dependable. He figured it would probably be best to just have him go run and hide till it all blew over. Axel wasn’t a fan of fighting so many enemies. He only had two chakrams, after all.

“This place has been nothin’ but a pain in my neck since I got here.”

He said, an edge of annoyance cutting into his tone. Arms gave a wide arc, sending one chakram, a twist of his body sent the other flying outward. The circles of magical metal and energy twisted through the air, decapitating a few of the ‘knights’ and he was just a little thankful to see no blood flying from their forms. He wasn’t mad, necessarily. In fact, he was quite glad to not have to take orders from anyone...up until now. The fact of the matter was that he was here...in England...because of some strange set of circumstances.

Just what the hell were these knights supposed to be anyway? All he knew was that there were too damn many of them. “Little help’s probably too much to ask right now...”

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@reversetowerworks

Spinning blades whirled right toward the man, flames spinning around their wildly twirling points. They were two discs of pure elemental fury...and they moved right past him. The chakrams embedded themselves sharply into the chests of two knights, melting straight through the armor. Tugging themselves free and spinning through the air, back to their rightful owner, aqua eyes settled upon the man.

“Y’know it’s pretty dangerous for a Master to be out here all by his lonesome. I should’ve just let natural selection run its course there.”

His words were ominous but held a slightly sarcastic edge to them, something he made a point to ensure. He didn’t need to be fighting a Master and Servant combo...especially with his master nowhere in sight. He hadn’t even met who his Master was supposed to be. Good riddance though. He preferred to work alone. He could feel their power, whoever they were, coursing through his body. That was all he needed. “You’d better run along back to your Servant now.”

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yikes

like this for an event starter

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@agentt2

“Not to sound patronizing or whatever but you look a little out of your element. Could be the tentacle hair or somethin’. Let me guess, Atlantica? Or is that secret hush-hush stuff?”

Naturally, he wouldn’t really expect anyone from Atlantica to be here. They were mostly fish and merpeople. He wasn’t a fan of the place himself considering his use of fire. He was basically useless down there and, really, he didn’t any part of it, anyway. Sharks creeped him out. 

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@hymnodist

“You’d think a place named Utopia would have a decent place to get ice cream. Every place I’ve been to hasn’t even had the good stuff.”

Sea Salt Ice Cream was a bit of an oddity. Salty and sweet. The perfect mixture, one might say. Having it after a hard day’s work? Well, it was the icing on the cake. Something good after something you didn’t really want to do. It was small...but it had gotten him through a lot of tough times. Then again...so had having friends. Something he didn’t really have anymore. “Aw, well. Guess there’s no accounting for taste.”

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@executioneroftruth

“Oooh, that’s an edgy look. I’m pretty sure I’ve only seen it once before. But I’m gonna have to say that you’ve got better fashion sense than the last person I saw like that.”

He was, of course, referring to the wrappings around her eyes. He was sure she got it all the time, people referring to them. He wouldn’t be surprised if she was keeping a mental tally of those types of things in her mind. He was sure that he would. Axel supposed he was just lucky that nobody referred to his cloak every chance they got. Then again, he supposed it was somewhat fitting attire for an Assassin.

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“Y’know...I wonder if any of ‘em are even lookin’ for me.”

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wanna get things going again on here. or attempt to. like for a starter. capping at 3.

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“Oh, good. I was starting to get bored without having orders barked at me by other people. Fighting a war? Doesn’t sound all that great to me. Thought this was place was s’posed to be a place that’d avoid all that.”

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“Y’know, with all these power outages I’m startin’ to think this place could use a little fire.”

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unapostle:

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     He has a thoughtful look to his face and a frown on his lips, mind trying to completely wrap around the situation he’s in. Information tells him there’s a war to be fought and a Master to protect and all sorts of other things that’ll probably come to the surface when he needs them. It’s odd, but he supposes when you fight a secret holy war and deal with all that he’s dealt with his past, well, life really, things could be a lot worse. Allen isn’t one to dwell too long on the negativities of a situation if he can help it, knows it won’t get him anywhere in the end. He can figure out a few things to do in the meantime. 

     “Right,” he whispers to himself and nods once, mind made up. Allen swings his arms outward in a mock stretch, forgets for a moment that the city is relatively crowded, and he is in a public space. Hitting someone in the face with a wayward hand is bound to happen.

     It does happen. 

     Allen is quick to whirl around and check the damage, mortified by his own negligence. “I’m so sorry,” he sputters, and thinks at least it wasn’t his left hand. He’s learned to be thankful for the small mercies.

Really, he’d just been minding his own business, not doing anything to anybody! He hadn’t expected a fist to inadvertently find its way to his face. He gave a quiet grunt when the hand made connection with his face, allowing a dull look to find its way across his features. His gaze shifted toward the culprit, a rather clueless looking boy with a...facial tattoo? Poor choices abound.

“Boy. You’re lucky I’m not of the Berserker class otherwise you’d be done for right about now.” He wasn’t mad in the least but he had to flip the other some shit for hitting him. He looked like he might be fun to mess with, after all. Axel wasn’t above some harmless fun-making, especially not when his target had struck him first!

“So, do you always go around and hit random people in a crowd? Or am I just special?”

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shslsyoko:

✑ — “There does seem to be a h-history here…” A perfectly neutral observation.

“In my…” Pause. “In literature, whenever people find themselves in a closed environment… there’s always some kind of m-motive behind it. So I wouldn’t doubt that to be the case.”

She didn’t want to speak of her experiences on the matter, but subtle cues might’ve given it away. At least she wasn’t told to murder anyone this time – though the chance of a war seemed to implicate as much.

His eyes lingered upon her suspiciously when she suddenly cut herself off. In her...what? He gave a light shake of his head, probably nothing. He listened to her words, tilting his head to one side and raising a brow slowly.

“I see. So you’re suggesting that someone’s gonna cast that first stone? And then all of this niceness is just gonna come crumbling down. That it?”

He had to admit that he didn’t mind the prospect of it. Might make things a little more interesting, after all. He’d just missed the tail end of some kind of event that he wasn’t quite sure about. He hadn’t been able to glean much info from people about it, which probably meant it hadn’t been anything he had to worry about. “Or maybe that’s just what you want to happen. Hmm?”

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meraclechamlottes:

She raised an eyebrow at the question, confused a bit. It seemed such a silly thing to ask, though of course where she was from depending on your bloodline you could have any kind of ear shape or in general. tails too on that note.

“Ooof course they are” Meracle stared up at him, puting her hands on her hips as she returned the question right back to him. “Whatta bout yours, mister slanty eyes”

“Well, of course mine are real. And slanty eyes? Sheesh, that’s just borderline offensive! I’d offer to let you touch my ears to make sure they’re real but...that’s just weird.”

He gave a shrug of his shoulders. The girl didn’t seem to peak his interest too much but, admittedly, she had caught his attention. Though he wasn’t quite sure where to go from there. He’d seen a few non-human looking creatures around and, really, it was somewhat surprising to see. Not that he hadn’t seen humanoid dogs...mice...ducks, all of that. But this was a bit of a different case! She looked mostly human aside from those ears. “So, what are you exactly?”

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inexplicableoni:

“Hoooh? Assassin, huh…” A momentary silence lingered between them after having drawn out that last syllable. There was always that air of confidence that many of these other Servants she’d encountered would carry themselves with, and this one wasn’t much of an exception. She grinned, delighted at the potential for something interesting to transpire, and decided to play along for the time being. There was no reason not to, really. “Well, I don’t mind, nope!”

“Berserker here. Can’t say just yet if it’s a pleasure to meetcha, but… They really are generous with our names, aren’t they?”

“Generous? I don’t think that’s the case. Nobody trusts an assassin. Well, nobody smart anyway. But I like to think I’m a pretty trustworthy guy.”

He really wasn’t all that trustworthy. But he wasn’t so bad. Sometimes. Maybe. His gaze lingered upon the woman for a moment, scratching at his cheek gently and watching her carefully before his gaze drifted back up to that horn. It was rather inevitable, the question that came next. “So...what’s with the horn? That some kind of source of power? Or just a built-in weapon? I don’t think I’ve ever seen a human with one before. Somethin’ tells me you’re a little more than human though, Berserker.”

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abyssalfated:

“I only assumed because you were so close by. Maybe it was actually hunting you and I did you a favour. Not that it was a really a threat to anyone. I do feel a bit bad.” It probably was just a spy, but Riful hated to be watched. When she was alone, she could stretch her limbs and have fun. She was not going to have her fun stolen from her by some spy. In the end, Riful didn’t know if the creature was going to attack her. It wasn’t like she could have asked.

An Assassin made a lot of sense here. That explained why she didn’t hear or sense him coming. That eased her bruised ego a little. Her ability to hide her nature was so inferior to an Assassin’s, it bothered her. She’d have to be cautious. “That makes a lot more sense. You have that wizard robe, so I assumed Caster, but Assassin makes sense too.” 

She held back a comment about Assassins being fairly weak. She wasn’t here to pick fights, but she was used to competition. She climbed her way to the top in a competitive environment and had fought to keep herself there. 

“So, if this wasn’t yours-” She pointed to where the Nobody had been with her sword. “-why are you here? Not that you can’t be, but I’m just curious.”

“I...wouldn’t exactly call these wizard robes. And don’t wizards also usually carry staffs? I don’t like how you’re trying to generalize me.”

Naturally, he didn’t really care all that much about it. The only reason he’d guessed Saber was because of the sword, after all. It was basically a dead give away. Though he didn’t think it particularly mattered what one’s class was though Assassins were typically weaker than most Servants. The Grail had told him he’d have a disadvantage against them. Something he didn’t really find himself to be a fan of.

He wasn’t looking for a fight, he never was. But he could defend himself if he had to. But it seemed she wasn’t all that interested in fighting either. At least not now.

“Why am I here? Well, I was just after it to see where it might lead me. It would’ve had to report back to a master eventually, right? At first, I thought it might be yours...until you destroyed it.” He said, tapping his chin lightly before letting out a light sigh, “Unless, of course, you were doing it to throw anyone who might’ve followed it off. So tell me...how do I know it isn’t yours?”

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exaltess:

    She chooses to disregard his apparent observation as it was based on the few accounts he’d heard around the city and it wasn’t exactly conclusive. To generalise was folly and there was no point trying to convince someone of something they seemed adamant about, especially when it was of little importance. But it did twist her the wrong way, to demonise others especially a figure she was personally close to. 

    “Then I do hope you know how to adapt as you’re forced to be partnered with someone here,” although she feels sympathy to whoever ended up being his master as he seemed extremely untrustworthy; someone who used others and of course such things didn’t sit well with her. “I am doubtful that you’ll find such friends here to do your bidding,” few would be willing she wagers. “Do you not think such behaviour will only reward you with betrayal? It does not seem like a pleasant way to live.”

Giving a low hum, he slowly raised a brow in response to her accusations. Soon after, he gave a low chuckle and shook his head. “Oh, dear. You think I meant people with an actual conscience? I would never stoop to such lows!” He absolutely would, his tone suggested as much as well. Sarcasm was heavy in his tone. For a moment, he contemplated whether showing her his ability to summon a Nobody and whether that would be giving him away. He didn’t seem the harm in it, personally. So, he gave a snap of his fingers, what looked like silver thorns seemed to accumulate in the air before opening up into a portal, spitting out an Assassin Nobody.

“I meant these. I can use them for a little recon. Y’know, it’s not exactly common practice for a Servant to be showing off his abilities to a potential enemy. You should be grateful.” Axel said with a chuckle, sliding his fingers back through his fiery locks. The Assassin he’d summoned made slow, fluid movements at first, cocking its head from one side to the other before seeming to drift into the air slowly...and darting into the ground in the blink of an eye. There was a slight warp in space where it had dived as it drifted away, off to scout some more. “You’re awfully judgmental! Besides, I’ve dealt with plenty of traitors in my time. Even been one. I’m no stranger to seeing the signs.”

Some pawns didn’t realize they were pawns until it was too late.