FORGIVE MY TL;DR.

[shootingfirst.livejournal.com]

You are all... doomed...

Oww... his head was killing him. It wasn't unusual for reploids to repeat relevant data while on standby, just like human 'dreams', but this particular one has been all he has dreamed about since he woke up in HQ a few weeks ago.

Lumine defeated. One last attack. Light. And then that asshole's voice over and over again like a broken record.

You are all... doomed...

It was getting boring by now. You'd think nutjobs like him would've an ace under their sleeves a bit more... dangerous than repeating their last words inside one's head, Axl pondered. Of course he hadn't told a thing to both X and Zero. It was creepy enough to know that X never left his side until he opened his eyes, and kept hanging around him like he was some kind of dying patient. Not that he didn't like the attention, mind you, but...

Well, it was X. If Zero had done that, he'd totally blame that Lumine asshat.

You are all... doomed...

"I hear you alright, shut the fuck up", he muttered, quite annoyed. He'd need to be very, very subtle while asking Noctile about voices in one's h--

Wait.

Axl stood up and looked around. This... wasn't HQ. Actually, he was pretty sure this wasn't any place he knew at all. He didn't know much about religion and stuff, but the place looked like an old worshipping place. He could almost hear X's voice saying 'It's a Cathedral' in that weird, fatherly voice he used when he was not bordering a nervous collapse during missions.

The question now was: Why was he in an unknown building big enough to fit the HQ lab at least thrice? It all looked pretty real, and his scans didn't show any kind of energy around.

"This isn't a good time to go bonkers, Axl", he whispered to himself while securing the area. There was no signal in the comm. No way to contact his fellow Hunters. No life signs. In a nutshell? He was completely and positively lost. This wasn't his day week year.

Plop.

"Come on, say we're doomed once again, you bastard. I dare you", taunted the reploid as he grabbed his guns and turned to the door down the hall, where he had heard steps.

One thing was certain, he thought with a smirk. If things turned nasty, he'd sure as hell kick whatever was in the other side right to Lumine's rusting ass up in the moon.

"Bring it on!"

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[gundelsol.livejournal.com]

Sunday.

Django liked coming to the cathedral on Sundays to leave some flowers in the altar. Sometimes he prayed for the city and for Sabata, and sometimes he just thanked Sol for all the things he had done for him.

And now, even when he knew this wasn't his San Miguel, he still wanted to do it.

So there he was, walking towards the altar with some sunflowers in one hand and his gun in the other hand. Little did he know this was going to be a crazy sunday.

Well, at least crazy than usual.

[shootingfirst.livejournal.com]

[Guns pointing forward. This one has a life reading.

...That's odd, the weren't life readings a moment before, when he heard the noise.]

[gundelsol.livejournal.com]

[SNEAKS IN......... hey wait, that one doesn't look undead.

Nor immortal.

But he has guns, so he walks forward, his gun also pointing at the newcomer.]

Hi...?

[shootingfirst.livejournal.com]

[Keeps pointing with the right hand. Waves with the left.]

Sup.

[gundelsol.livejournal.com]

[... well, he looks nice.]

Coming here to leave an offering. Are you new?

[Yeah, he doesn't look evil...]

[shootingfirst.livejournal.com]

Got no information on this place so yeah, new for me.

[Half the mechaniloids don't look dangerous, but he knows better by now. Besides, the human hasn't gotten his weapon down, so...

Friendly chatter with a gun in the head? That's his kinda thing.]

[gundelsol.livejournal.com]

This is San Miguel.

Not the real San Miguel, but still something like San Miguel.[Scratches his head with his gun.] It's a little messy.

Spam start!

[deathterrenial.livejournal.com]

[Well, color me interested, this one isn't even alive but he has a soul!]

Good afternoon and welcome~

<3

[shootingfirst.livejournal.com]

[He thanked the boy and decided to take a look around on his own. There was this lingering "what the hell" feeling around well, everything, but he decided to take what he could from this place. Besides, he hadn't heard the asshole after meeting Django. That was a good thing.

So please excuse him if his gun is right in your face, mr. Small Talking Thing. He's a bit paranoid about voices right now.]

Oh Axl, this one won't die either xD

[deathterrenial.livejournal.com]

[Smiles, totally unphased xD]

Oh my.

I think he doesn't shoot things to kill them. He does like the bang bang XD

[shootingfirst.livejournal.com]

[...okay, it wasn't in his mind. Gun down xD]

Sorry, old habits die hard.

You rock, Axl xD

[deathterrenial.livejournal.com]

Oh, don't worry about that.

You are ready for this place, it seems. [Laughs, as if he had just said a private joke... well, he has.]

Axl: *PARANOID*

[shootingfirst.livejournal.com]

Thanks, little guy. Care to share your thoughts about "being ready"?

[icanhaspants.livejournal.com]

[HE'S TOTALLY USED TO THIS WHOLE GETTING THROWN INTO RANDOM PLACES. ALSO HE MISSES HIS SPONSORED ACCOUNT.]

[Oh look new person! Shiny!]

What is it with Axl and tl;dr?

[shootingfirst.livejournal.com]

[His random encounter with Sammael left him with a weird and bitter aftertaste. Another world... and those words. He knew there was the small chance he was just imagining things...

It was a good thing that adapting was one of the most used abilities for a reploid, so, as long as he knew where he was, he could keep with his usual functions. That is until he found a way to go back to headquearters. He was even looking forward to X scolding him (with Zero being all cool and silent in the background).

For now he'd go explore near the bigass tree.]

Dunno xD

[icanhaspants.livejournal.com]

[Hell yeah person by the huge tree.......................

He looks a little strange..................................




What the hell is up with those wings? T-they look all metallic and stuff... a-and there is something else there....................


He can't help but feel a little curious, so there he goes, stepping a little closer.]

orz

[shootingfirst.livejournal.com]

[--life readings. One. Not armed. It still weirds him out to find so many humans around, really. X would be happy.

...okay, no, he'd be creeped beyond reason for the undead talk and all. But wel, whatever.]

Hey there.

*loves on forever and eeveeeerrrr xD*

[icanhaspants.livejournal.com]

Hey!

[Waves at him, at any rate other than the general weirdness he doesn't look that bad...

And well, he has Sora as an antecedent for weirdo extra wings, so uh... He shouldn't judge, that's a bad thing.]

Are you new? [And his tail is all curious now.]

Stop me from drawing a winged Axl xD

[shootingfirst.livejournal.com]

Yep, doing some recon job.

[Sammael did tell him everyone was an outsider...

That tail is distracting.]

I'm Axl, you are?

I did say "and their grandma"

[callmegrandma.livejournal.com]

[So there she comes, with her staff giving little old woman steps.]

Well, hello young man, would you help an old lady out?

I lol'd.

[shootingfirst.livejournal.com]

[S-stops abruptly, since he was dashing like whoa. His face end up meeting the floor, owww...]

:D

[callmegrandma.livejournal.com]

[Moves closer, slooooooooooowly.] Are you all right, young man?

Re: :D

[shootingfirst.livejournal.com]

[Jumps to his feet, rubbing his nose.] Yeah, don't worry. Need help?

[callmegrandma.livejournal.com]

[Smiles and nods...] Yes, please. I was looking for the coffin store...

OH SORA, YOU'RE SO DEAD.

[shootingfirst.livejournal.com]

The coffin store... it's that way, ma'm.