Master + Padawan [Axel]

[Jesse Fforde]

--The following transcript was a live chat roleplay--


* Jesse Fforde || There's that thing that happens in a raid. There's always some leader, some dictator who brings all the uglies together - whether they be the true, dead, rotting uglies or just those who like to think they're gangsta - who, once the leader is dead, all disperse, cowards running from a cause that they no longer support. It's as if it's a pyramid effect - as soon as that leader is slaughtered, a vibe falls through the house, or whatever place it is we have raided. The boss is dead. Time to go home. I realise that's what's happened just as the tenth mooncalf falls dead at my feet. I give a sigh, and slaughter a couple more before I sheath my sword and my gun and pull the tome from my pocket. Within seconds, I am in the Eyrie, in that purgatorial hallway--the one that always makes me feel as if I am between places.


‹Axel Rosen› Axel gave up a day ago on the raid, as it was not nearly as important to him as 'xavier' because the little **** hit his childe and he already had the relic that the boss of the zombies held. The deep sleepers acorn is in his pocket, giving him a boost of energy as he rises every sunset, despite the fact that the allure of sleep when the sun comes up is so undeniable. The massacre of Paladins is what he's devoted his time to this night, after a hack and recalling his past memories through a spyglass. The tome is pulled, and he uses whatever magic gets him from where he is to the place that he calls home. Just a foot away from Jesse, he arrives, and has always wondered what happens when two people tome at exactly the same time. Is it like those science fictions stories of teleporter accidents. You know? The scientist with the head of a fly.


* Jesse Fforde || Obviously we don't get all tangled up with each other and become some two-headed, four-armed, tattooed beast. We stand so close, however, that should we have need of breath, the air from our lungs would mingle together, all intimate like. For whatever reason, my mood is a little better tonight. Only a little. Lately, I've suffered godawful mood swings. I have no idea what it is, but sometimes my temper is just a little bit too much. Not tonight, though. I don't move. Instead, I smirk. "Fancy a kiss, pretty boy?" I ask; my voice still sounds as if it's been put through a meat grinder, and I wonder whether it'll ever get any smoother. I think I'd like it if it didn't.


‹Axel Rosen› A kiss? Of course he wouldn't, honestly the only thing he'd fancy is more bloodshed and destruction of Paladins. He'd prefer squash that little 'Order' the group of them have despite the relative quiet they've given the vampire community. It's after this little thought process that the man looks at his sire and realizes that he's actually spoken. He's been so engrossed in his own thoughts that he almost missed it. He's not sure if he should make a big deal out of it. People told him that he had spoken when he was missing a while back. But still, Jesse doesn't seem to be the sort to get all mushy over things like this. "Rather not", he finally answers, "Don't kiss without dinner first." He can joke too.


* Jesse Fforde || I give a slow shrug and a perk of the brow. "Your loss," I tell him in mock seriousness, though there is still a slight curl to my lip and no doubt a gleam of mischief to my eyes. I finally take a step back, and made a florid gesture to the fade portal behind me - I assume that's the direction to which Axel would be headed. The one that I would be headed too, before long. Go upstairs. Sell some things, then go laze in the hut, like usual. No point in going outside to socialise with a whole bunch of progeny who seem to have disappeared, Axel the only one that I see often - and he's in the Eyrie, anyway. He doesn't seem at all surprised about my speaking, which is somewhat disappointing. I'm running out of people to surprise. Such is life, I suppose.


‹Axel Rosen› The gesture to the fade portal behind him, the exact direction in which Axel is going, brings his foot to step forward. Moving toward the thing that will take him to the floor that he wants to go to, he turns to face Jesse. "Not gonna hang out here all night are you?" He knows that his sire can stay up without need of sleep when the sun rises, unlike him, who cna't really seem to shake it. It must have something to do with something he's realized he can do, that dream walking thing. The look on his face shows how interested he really is in Jesse being able to speak. Perhaps this means that they can stop using post-it notes as a means of communication.


* Jesse Fforde || "No," I say. I'm still a man of little words. I'm not sure I'll ever talk too much. It's a handy skill to have these days, I suppose. It's a hard habit to drop, though. I haven't ever had or required the need to tell anyone every plan that I have. A normal person might then tell Axel what he was going to do, no matter how menial. A normal person might even crack a joke; I know that I could, but it's almost as if, from second to second, I still forget that I can speak, and any wisecrack that might be on the tip of my tongue just doesn't make it past. Instead, my body inclined a little in Axel's direction. I take a small step. Bodily gestures that would indicate I'm right behind him.

[Axel Rosen]

--The following transcript was a live chat roleplay--



‹Axel Rosen› Moving toward him is more than enough to say that he's following behind him. Even if he's not going to the same floor, which he might be, he should still go so that the fade portal is cleared for use. Something about two people using it at once just makes him all sorts of uncomfortable. Again. Axel's head with Jesse's body just doesn't seem to be appealing to him. Or some other kind of mutant hybrid of the two of them. he moves up to the floor with the shop, taking hi treasures from the night and going to sell them. The heads go for the most, and it seems they're not really needed much.


* Jesse Fforde || I follow right behind Axel, straight up to the second floor. One portal, to another hall, to the elevator, until the doors slide open and the small, private shops spread out in front of us. I, too, have a bag full of crap slung over my shoulder. The strap is tight, the bag itself sitting at the small of my back. I drop the thing at the shop counter, smirking at Axel even as he does the same thing. Rather than heads, however, I pull out a whole bunch of bones, and vials of blood. Things that are helpful to me, but which I already have too much of. There are a couple of power modules, too, but I keep those, to give to Velveteen later.


‹Axel Rosen› The difference in their wares makes him almost smile. He had been here the previous night with those things that Jesse is pulling out, before he decided to say '**** it' and leave the raid. Honestly, as far as he's concerned, Hunters and Paladins take precedence when it comes to his free time and how he trains. Eradicating the lot of them would be nice, but he'll take the few here, few there that he can. A handful of cash in hand he takes a step back to the ATM to deposit the money before stepping over to the elevator. Honestly Axel's confused as to why his sire hasn't ripped him a new asshole yet. Maybe it's to come? In private? Rather than run to his hut and claim the place from him. He waits in the elevator, holding the door open.


* Jesse Fforde || I do the same - take the cash, and deposit it. Sometimes I might buy a bloodbag or two as well, but only when I'm feeling out of sorts. I prefer my meal from the source, and though I could 'eat' - I'm always ******* hungry - I don't need to. So I follow Axel to the elevator. I give him a gentlemanly bow as I cross over the threshold, assuming he's holding it open, waiting for me. I clear my throat as the doors slide shut. "Heard nothing more from Xavier?" I ask with a sideward glance. I was there, nearby, when Axel made the retaliatory hit. I was itching to do it myself, but figured Axel might be more justified, being Paige's sire.


‹Axel Rosen› The question is justified. The male had been there, and did give him permission to commit the attack on the young vampire that attacked his childe. It was, as far as Axel's concerned, fair payment for not answering an e-mail. If the fledgling had answered the e-mail, Axel may have been a bit more forgiving about the whole thing, but the failure to do so made it clear there was not only no remorse, but no feeling at all. "Nothing. I do not believe he has attacked Paige again." He turns his head to face Jesse. "If he does, what should be the next step. I'd gone through the e-mail step, and now the attack? If he attacks again?"


* Jesse Fforde || I give a shrug. I smile, sadistically. My thumbs are hooked through the loops of my jeans; strange, to appear so casual and yet to itch, to thirst for violence and slaughter at the same time. "We kill him," I say. Simple as that. If he attacks anyone, any of them, I'll kill him myself. And I'll thoroughly enjoy doing it.


‹Axel Rosen› The smile lightens Axel's thoughts that they would give him a few more wounds, because Axel wanted to kill him before. The answer that finally leaves Jesse's lips makes the expression on his face a little more wide, a smirk from ear to ear. There are no words, just a nod and a look back at the elevator door. "Such is Fforde policy?" He jokes just a bit about having set the standard for the line. The one now is 'one warning, then death'.


* Jesse Fforde || I give another shrug, and then a nod. "Sounds good to me," I say. We are on the same page, I think. We can be merciful, but don't push us. Our mercy is short lived. I'm almost wondering whether I should think of some Fforde tagline - it keeps me amused as the doors slide open. Now, rather than shops, we are greeted with leaves and pleasantry. The huts. I step out onto the boardwalk, less anxious of the height than I was before. I turn in the direction of my own hut, though I pause, brow perked inquisitively toward Axel, waiting to see if there's anything else he might require. [/i]


‹Axel Rosen› Leaving the metal box, his sire turns to face him and he just sort of blinks once. That look on his face is a question, and he knows what the question is. He's spent enough time around Jesse to notice things, almost as if reading surface emotions and thoughts but not really, it's just body language. "I think I'm going to retire for the evening." He states and then steps from the elevator himself and side steps toward his hut on the far side of the boardwalk from Jesse's. He looks back and waits to see if there is anything that Jesse would need, want to say to him, question.