The Flurry Of Dancing Flames

"The name's Axel. Got it memorized?" ((This is an indie RP blog for Axel of KH 356/2 Days//KH2//KH: (Re)Chain of Memories. This is a SFW, multi-ship blog, and I will interact with anyone from any fandom. None of the images used are mine unless otherwise stated. I track the tag noviii )) M!A: None

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+wegettostartover

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daryl’s not the least bit surprised that the other is laughing. honestly, it’s almost like he’d expected it. lips purse and thin into a line for a moment, a single brow lofting. and then there’s a grin that speaks nothing but trouble, and daryl is more uncertain about this guy.

the hair — it catches daryl off-guard for a brief moment. it’s bright as hell, and he’s never seen anyone with hair so… unique. fingers shift their grip on the crossbow, blues flickering over the redhead’s face and then to the gloved hands that are raised in the air. daryl’s used to defusing tense situations — and he narrows his eyes a bit. perhaps he can cajole the other into grouping up, for the time being.

             ”gotta question ‘fore i decide whether ‘r not t’shoot ya. what’re ya doin’ here?”

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Axel's been in many a staredown with his coworker Xigbar before-- he doesn't back down easy. He's still staring at the archer when he's asked the question, and instead of laughing again he just purses his lips, straightening up a bit.

"I'd prefer if you'd decide not to shoot me before I explain myself-- it's a long story and as much as having an arrow through my skull wouldn't bother me, I really don't feel like it'll help either of us at all."

He sees a walker coming up behind the man, he quickly lunges forward, pushing him out of the way-- he's silently hoping that he doesn't get shot in the process. With a flash of flame and black-and-white vines, along with the sound of steel, one of his chakrams appears in his hand, just in time for him to swing it up and get it through the corpse's head.

He's panting a bit when the undead is laying on the ground, but he doesn't let the chakram dissipate-- he figures it'll get a bit of the message across. He glances over his shoulder and gives Daryl a slight smile. "Told you it was a long story...."

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+crimsonheadhunter

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The night was whispering for a hunt, and even though his  hunger was pulling at the strings inside him, aching to feed,  there was something that caught his attention, a presence,  and if only to sate his curiosity, he searched until he found  the figure, though it wasn’t entirely what he assumed it would be.  "No one of consequence." He answered, "Just a hunter finding someone  who is not exactly on a the target list at this particular moment in time.”  Henry said, paying close attention the sphere in the others hand.  Whoever this was, the stranger new magic and even though he  met more foe than friend who had unique or special abilities, didn’t mean every newcomer would mean him harm.  "Though that could always change, depending on the situation." 

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He couldn't see the stranger yet-- of course he couldn't, it was too dark. But the voice was quiet and strangely comforting. The way this person spoke was odd, to say the least, but the only thing the pyrokinetic focused on was that one word-- someone.

"I'm afraid you're incorrect on one point," he said, the flame in his hand growing slightly, but only to illuminate his surroundings and hopefully the one he was speaking to.

"You didn't find 'someone'. You found 'Nobody'."

That was a phrase that would definitely go over the stranger's head, but while he didn't know what the other was, Henry would more than likely notice his lack of a heartbeat before anything else, because that's the kicker-- Nobodies don't have hearts.

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тrαdιтιoɴѕ.

normally, daryl would be awkward about this type of thing —- but the confused expression on axel’s face is too amusing to pass up. he raises a brow, before he points up at the mistletoe hanging over their heads, a smirk given to the redhead.

             ”s’a christmas tradition. s’posed to kiss                    whoever’s under it with ya.”

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The Nobody lifts his gaze to look at the mistletoe, pursing his lips and tilting his head in confusion.

"... That's... odd. And coming from me, that's saying something."

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"Mistletoe." ((Because eyyyyy, why not? :D))

blue eyes flicker up for a moment,before fixing on the too-bright greenof axel’s gaze. he raises a brow,but simply shrugs a shoulder ashe catches the flurry by the chinand pull him into a kiss.

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wegettostartover

Axel doesn't understand most of the culture surrounding this holiday-- mistletoe is one of the things he's clueless about.

Hence, when the archer pulls him into a kiss, he's frozen (figuratively speaking). He's having this weird wave of something wash over him, but he doesn't know what it is.

Daryl's managed to surprise him-- once the kiss is over, the Nobody's just blinking at him. Yep, he's brain-broken alright.

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Send "❤" For my muse to kiss yours.

[thequeenofsand-archived-deactiv]

My muse just did something stupid that almost got them killed. Yell at them.

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+wegettostartover

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the other might be playing it safe — trying to get daryl to trust him, but his instincts leave the archer uncertain of the hooded figure. there’s something about that smile that speaks of mischief. daryl’s grip flexes on his crossbow, which remains aimed at the man.

and then the other is speaking again, and — what?

daryl’s brows furrow slightly, and he licks his lips in an anxious sort of wariness. perhaps the guy is joking around? the archer raises his crossbow slightly, aiming it right at the other’s head.

             ”yea’? well le’s see how well y’ manage                              with an arrow in y’head, sm’rtass.”

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Axel doesn't flinch when the crossbow is raised-- instead, he laughs. It's quiet and amused-sounding, but not enough to be startling. Once he's seemingly regained his composure, he shrugs his shoulders, the smile on his face turning to a grin.

"If that's really what you want to do, then here--"

He lifts one of his hands, hooking his thumb under his hood and flicking it off his head.

"-- I'll give you an easier target."

His gaze is locked on the archer's, and he keeps his hands up even as he speaks.

"Putting an arrow through my head won't solve anything, man."

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+wegettostartover

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the world was fickle and cruel, and it had no care for those who lived in it. the dead rose, and the living died or fought to stay alive. and daryl dixon was a fighter from the start.

he’d endured abuse and a lack of love in the home — and so far, he’d endured the undead wanting nothing more but than to feast on still-living flesh.

daryl dixon is a survivor.

the archer downs the walkers with a practiced ease, retrieving his arrows when he can. he’s reloading his crossbow when a voice sounds behind him, and daryl whips around — intstinct pushing him to raise his crossbow at the hooded figure.

             ”yea’? i c’n show y’up close how good i am.”

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He raises his hands in surrender-- but it's slow and deliberate, and under the shadow of his hood, he's smiling.

"Easy, now-- I'm on your side in this."

He takes one small step forward, just so the moonlight can reflect off of the bottom half of his face-- that smile is still there, and the words coming out of it are dripping with an amused, slightly sarcastic tone.

"You can shoot me if you want, but I doubt shooting a guy with no heart will be productive to you at all."

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        the archer is creeping through the woods,         crossbow in hand — on high-alert. there’d         been a horde of zombies earlier that he’d         managed to avoid, but he still feels like he’s         not alone. there’s… he’s not quiet sure how         to explain it, even to himself.

        but something feels off. different.

        his skin crawls, and daryl turns around         where he can just feel there’s another person.

                       ”… som’one there?”

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Axel finds the use of the word "someone" a little humorous. He's a few feet away from the guy, and though he doesn't want to be here in the first place, he reconsiders that opinion briefly.

His hood obscures his face, and the darkness makes it nearly impossible to see him. But his voice is very clear as he takes a slight step forward.

"No. There's nobody here."

That was a very unclever pun that will probably get him an arrow in the chest, but hey, it was technically the truth.

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+wegettostartover

wegettostartover

Axel didn't understand this. One day he was in this world, and it was completely normal. He came back the next and it seemed as though everything had gone to hell.

Xemnas made it clear to him after weeks of unchanging conditions that he was still supposed to track down his assigned targets-- what a joy. Instead of resisting and possibly making his boss angry (could he even be angry if he didn't have a heart? Hell if he knew), he did as he was told. The only positive thing was that no heart meant a seamless disguise among the brainless corpses, and they stumbled right past him every time.

Most of his targets were dead by now, but when he finally found one, he was unsure if he even needed to mess with the guy.

Yes, it was dark. Yes, he was hiding in the shadows like a goddamn creep. But that was just because this guy was taking down these walking corpses like no one's business. Axel only stepped out into view, his hood still over his face to conceal himself, when the undead had fallen.

"Well, you took care of that better than any of the people I've seen."

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+crimsonheadhunter

crimsonheadhunter

The pyrokinetic sat in the darkness of the woods, the trees parted just enough for him to see the moon. His legs were crossed and his hood had fallen from his head long ago, and he was focusing intently on something in his hands.

That something appeared to be a small, bright marble-- in reality, it was a ball of fire. The Nobody was rolling the ball around in his hands like a real ball, his expression one of boredom. Truthfully, he was deep in thought, and not paying attention to the fire in his hands.

Until he felt that he was being watched, that is. A chill crept up his spine, and his hands stilled. He listened intently, and that's when he heard the soft crunching of dead leaves-- briefly, then it stopped.

He stood, the ball of fire changing to a literal flame, and looked around, the fire illuminating his face.

"Who's there?"

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Sooooo, does anyone want to do a thing? I'd love to do a thing. :)

[starkillerboss-deactivated20170]

Organization XIII Members and the Nobodies they control

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i was cleaning my art folder and then i found this. 

i almost forgot about this edit.

and i made this because of Riku and Tamaki’s seiyuu

welp

[romanovasisgone-deactivated2014]

When other characters are talking about your character on the dash.

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Send me a ✖ if you ever wanted to rp with me, send me a ✿ if you really like my muse/ how i portray them.