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Who: A very confused Not-Axel and Roxas
When: The early morning
Where: Axel and Roxas' apartments
Style: Whatever
Status: Closed

On normal days, Saix woke up early anyway. It was habit no matter how dark it was in the bubble. When you had spent ten years in a world that didn't change from eternal night, you learned to wake up on time instead of hoping the sun's rays would wake you.

But it's not habit that wakes him up this morning. It's the feeling of something missing, for one thing, a familiar warmth wiggling against his side and wagging its tail. There's something else, a twist in his chest, something that makes his lungs feel tight. It's all enough to make him rouse himself from sleep, pushing himself up in bed and pressing a hand to his chest. Still sleepy, it takes him a moment to realize that this is not his room.

Saix jerks back in alarm- more alarm than he thought himself capable of- and a burst of flame suddenly manifests on the end of his bed, eating up the sheets. Cursing under his breath, Saix stumbles out from the sheets. Why he's not in his house, why this room is so painfully familiar, why his chest feels weird, and why he feels so gangly- those are all questions for later. Right now, he has to concentrate on putting out this fire.

Roxas might notice a commotion in the next room, and he'll likely find "Axel" trying to smother the flames with wet towels.

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"I don't think it's just my powers that's being toyed with." His voice is definitely not his own, and Saix finds himself actually struggling to remain calm. Is this some sort of adrenaline rush? Is that's what's going on here? That would explain his sudden case of nerves, but not why Roxas is being so nice to him. After what happened between Saix and Axel, the Diviner would have thought Roxas to be a lot more... displeased in regards to him.

He's starting to suspect what's going on here. "Is there anything that looks different about me, Roxas?"

Roxas turns to face Axel and looks him up and down. Same red hair, same tattoos, same.. chest. "No," he says, but after a pause he adds, "You are talking kind of funny though."

And now that he's paying attention, there's something strange about the way Axel's looking at him, too. He's not sure how to put it, but it seems more... distant, somehow. Something's missing.

Right. Of course, him and Axel definitely have stopped talking similar in any way possible for ages. Not since they were Somebodies, at least. He'd be bluntly honest with the boy if not for the fact that he's pretty sure he would sound insane even with the knowledge of a curse in play. He supposes he'll have to... go along with it, for now, until he can get a bit more solid proof.

He's not much of an actor, but he is a decent liar, along with being Axel's friend for a long time. Saix is... fairly certain he can fake enough. Taking a deep breath, he waves his hand. "It's probably nothing. Listen, don't worry about it. Let me clean up and then we can go and see what's happened to the rest of the city after breakfast." Hm. Probably not casual enough. Oh well.

If only Saix knew that Roxas had been the victim of the exact same curse almost a year ago. But since he isn't coming out and saying it, Roxas just eyes his supposed best friend a moment longer before relenting, for now. It's not like Axel's trying to put off figuring out what's going on forever, just until after breakfast. That seems reasonable.

"...okay. You want waffles?"

Excuse him for coming here just a few months ago and not knowing all the repeat curses, Roxas! Gosh.

"Sounds good." He almost wants to ask when Roxas learned to make waffles, but for one, it isn't important, and for two, Axel would obviously know the answer to that. So Saix just focuses on something else. "And Roxas- you feel normal too?" He's certainly not acting surprised or screaming in confusion, but still. Maybe there's more to this curse that he hasn't learned about yet.

Although his cooking skills probably are more advanced than Saix suspects, Roxas does not actually know how to make waffles. These are the frozen variety.

He's started to head off to the kitchen, but glances back at the question. "Yeah. I mean, I haven't tried doing anything, but... nothing feels off." Maybe whatever it is skipped him for once.

It's still more than he would have given him credit for. Saix... doesn't have a high view of you, Roxas, sorry. At least it's better than it was before. Marginally.

"I see..." Wait, act like Axel, right. Saix gives a sigh, and the exasperation really isn't that fake. "It looks like all the bad luck goes to me then. I'll be out in a bit if I don't set fire to anything else." Hopefully he doesn't set fire to anything else. Having it as an element as opposed to just an optional spell is something else.

Roxas gives him a funny look, but just nods and slips out of Axel's room to go make breakfast. As he gets things ready, he tries to think of what the curse might be. Aside from his powers not working right, Axel doesn't seem to know himself just what's wrong, but it's definitely more than just that.

Or maybe he does know and just doesn't want to say. That's something Axel would do. It's not going to work for long, though, if other people are affected.

Saix... means to get ready quicker. He doesn't want to waste too much time when he could be figuring out what's going on, and just who's trapped in his body. (Although he has an alarmingly good idea of who it is.) It's just... Even after he finds himself staring blankly into the mirror, seeing Axel's face and not his, there's still something that makes him linger. It's the familiarity of the room that just has him staring.

The twisting sensation in his chest only gets stronger. It's not exactly right from his memories- the layout of the room is all wrong, and the window looks out onto a more blue city than it should. But still. When he finally wanders out, coat on and hair done (since it had seemed weird not to), he's holding one of Lea's old frisbees in his hand. He's staring down at it with a nostalgic kind of sadness, lost in his own thoughts and weird feelings.

Axel can take his time getting ready some mornings, but usually it's after breakfast. By the time 'Axel' comes out, the kitchen table is set. Roxas is sitting already halfway through his first waffle, and an untouched plate sits with the syrup and butter at the ready.

He looks up at Axel, remembering to chew and swallow before asking, "What's with the frisbee?" He's seen them in his room, but he doesn't usually go carrying them around anywhere.

"Huh?" He snaps out of it, shaking his head a bit before finally setting it down on the table so he can take a seat. "It's just something- I used to use before I joined the Organization." It's been a long while since he's specifically thought of when the two of them first joined the Organization, still just two very foolish children who thought they could do anything so long as they had each other. Who thought they could win.

Remembering that time actually makes him snort a bit in laughter as he gets his waffles ready. "Everything got set on fire back then, too." Saix pauses right after he says it, surprised that he laughed at all.

Roxas continues to eye his friend strangely. Axel slips up every now and then just like he does, but he doesn't usually refer to Lea and himself as the same person. Moreover, Roxas already knew about the frisbees. Even if it was Vanitas who told him, Axel was there when he did.

"Yeah. They were Lea's weapons." He hesitates and then proposes, "Something- made you think of him today?"

"I don't know." Another actual truth. "I just can't stop thinking about him today." Well there goes any appetite he had. He'll probably regret it later, but Saix gets up to go put it away. This is actually bothering him, and he doesn't like it. "Listen, I'll wait for you outside, alright?"

"All right."

Increasingly worried about his friend, Roxas tries to finish up quickly. Once he's eaten, he doesn't bother showering, but just gets dressed and heads out of the apartment.

"Axel" is indeed waiting for him outside, leaning against a wall with his arms crossed and a frown on his face as he goes over everything that's happened in such a short amount of time. When he realizes Roxas has come close, he tries to smile but it... doesn't quite come off right.

"Anyone or anywhere you want to check out first?"

Yeah, that smile is... definitely off. Everything is off.

"Forget that for a second. What's going on with you? I mean... You've gotta have some idea."

Alright. He's not as good at this as he thought he would be. Saix rakes his fingers through bright red hair that he's not used to on himself. "I think I do. I just want to check something out, first, to see if I'm right."

Around anyone but Axel's best friend, Saix might have been able to pull it off. He still doesn't suspect Axel isn't Axel at all, but there's no hiding something is not right here.

"What do you wanna check out?"

Stupid best friend connection. ~~He misses it.~~

"Someone else's house. I think they might be having the same problem I am. Just trust me on this, alright? I'll explain when we get there."

Congrats, that best friend connection is also what's getting him all the trust. It's a weird answer, though. Why would he think someone else specifically would be having the same problem?

"Okay. Lead the way."

Good, he's going along with it. Saix really doesn't want to keep this going on for much longer. So, opening a portal, he steps through and keeps it open for Roxas as well. It leads out onto a quiet neighborhood street- Coral Corral. Saix already knows where to go, steps long and purposeful leading him right up to House #7. He could just force the door open, but instead he raises a fist to knock on it.

Hopefully Axel hasn't destroyed his house too badly.

Axel, in the meantime, hasn't been settling in any better, but at least he hasn't burned anything... or destroyed anything, thanks. Because he's totally in control. Nothing's going wrong and nothing will go wrong... right? Unless you count falling out of bed in a panic going wrong, but no one has to ever know about that and no one ever will (except maybe for the real Saix when he discovers a nice bruise on his tailbone when this whole curse is over).

He's definitely not an early riser, so he's moving rather sluggishly when he walks over to answer the door. Thanks to a certain dog who's panting and waddling behind him, he's awake much earlier than he ever should be at an unholy hour and he's not in a very good mood. Then again, he can't tell if it's good or not, because he just feels... different. Empty, if that's the correct term to use.

Eventually he does reach the door and then very slowly unlocks and opens it up just enough so half his face can peer outside. It's definitely uncharacteristic of your average lineface, but that's nothing compared to the look he gets when he sees just who is standing on the doorstep. Shocked and wide-eyed, Axel shuts the door again.

"Whoa, whoa, ok, this is the exact opposite of ok!" Can be heard from the other side along with the frantic pattering of paws and whimpering.

Edited 2013-08-06 04:44 (UTC)

Roxas's eyes widen when he sees that it's Saix's house they've come to, but before he can make any suggestions about just leaving to prevent another fight, Saix is slamming the door shut again. That's definitely not the reaction he'd expect from him. In fact, coupled with the exclamation from the other side of the door, it's a lot more like something Axel would do.

He turns to look uneasily at 'Axel,' who's been looking at him wrong all morning, and didn't know how to use his powers, and has been inexplicably nostalgic about Lea. ~~Plus he didn't eat his waffles.~~ Moreover he's brought them to Saix's house, knowing that he'd be affected, too. Suddenly he thinks he knows what curse this is.

"You're... not Axel."

"Oh no you don't-" He slams a foot forward right into the middle of the door as Axel tries to slam it shut. That actually hurts more than he's used to, which he'll blame fully on Axel for having a twig of a body and poor food choices. Saix will keep kicking at this door too, until Axel opens it. Little spurts of flame are erupting around him. At least they're sticking to air, instead of lighting the house on fire. Or Roxas.

Speaking of... He pauses in his violent assault on the door, boot still raised up and leaning on it, and glances to Roxas. "No. I thought it would be easier to just get us here instead of explaining. Now someone just has to open the door-!"

BANG BANG BANG BANG.

Don't make him break this thing down, Axel.

Axel winces a little when he sees that foot jamming the door, but thankfully that's not really his foot... so he really shouldn't be worrying. Right? Ugh, this is ridiculous.

For a while he stays like this, holding the door shut as best he can–which really isn't so hard considering his strength now–but then he realizes that Roxas is out there too and his body relaxes. He shouldn't really leave him out there with that idiot, especially if he's not yet in tune with his own body and could very easily set something on fire without thinking... So after glancing back at the dog Axel straightens up then releases the door so it can come flying open. If that leaves a dent on the wall, then that's you're fault and not his, bro.

All things considered, it's a wonder how Axel feels– Well, he feels not much of anything, to be honest. He wants to be angry and he knows he can, but at the moment it just seems like a waste of energy. He wants to maybe laugh this whole thing off, treat it like a joke, but his chest feels too heavy to even try. It's almost... sickening. Like there's something holding him back. Arms crossed, he releases an exasperated sigh. It's a good thing New Moon hasn't exact leapt into action yet at the sight of those two, but even so, Axel makes sure to stay at the dog's side in the event he has to hold it back.

Looking over to Roxas, he gives a small nod. "Hey, kiddo." That... sounds really weird coming from this body. Anyway, Axel turns on his heel and starts heading further into the house. Might as well take this inside rathe than start a ruckus out there.

And have we mentioned his hair is tied back? In a braid? No? Well, now you know.

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