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[012 ☿] Mer-cury
She's a mermaid, slipping through the water even faster than her normal body could do, darting beneath the waves and breathing her element. Her tail, shimmering blue and silver scales, flickers to speed her along. Sapphires adorn her ears and neck. When she surfaces, finally, she rests on a small rock outcropping, and plays her harp.
The music is clear and lovely. When her voice joins it, lilting and enticing, it becomes irresistible. Nothing like it belongs to this world. Ships divert their courses, heading straight for the rocks, heedless and helpless.
The inevitable wreckage causes chaos. Men shout and struggle to keep themselves afloat. A black-haired soldier determined to reach Mercury finally comes close, only for the mermaid to grab him with unnatural strength and drag him beneath the water with her in a grasping and clinging embrace. She laughs coldly, stirring up a cloud of bubbles that entangle themselves in her hair that wavers with the current. She likes luring them to her.
These sailors and soldiers are far from the first. In the background, the remains of several ships pile up against the misty horizon, notably one marked as the SS Senshi.
[ooc: join in the mer-cury's mischief, be drowned or wrecked (or spared if you're a friend!), just swim together, anything goes. can tell me what you'd prefer.]
The music is clear and lovely. When her voice joins it, lilting and enticing, it becomes irresistible. Nothing like it belongs to this world. Ships divert their courses, heading straight for the rocks, heedless and helpless.
The inevitable wreckage causes chaos. Men shout and struggle to keep themselves afloat. A black-haired soldier determined to reach Mercury finally comes close, only for the mermaid to grab him with unnatural strength and drag him beneath the water with her in a grasping and clinging embrace. She laughs coldly, stirring up a cloud of bubbles that entangle themselves in her hair that wavers with the current. She likes luring them to her.
These sailors and soldiers are far from the first. In the background, the remains of several ships pile up against the misty horizon, notably one marked as the SS Senshi.
[ooc: join in the mer-cury's mischief, be drowned or wrecked (or spared if you're a friend!), just swim together, anything goes. can tell me what you'd prefer.]
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Oddly enough, Axel’s reminded of those warm days spent with Roxas and Xion (the memory of her present in this dream, as it sometimes is) atop the clocktower- the relaxed, content feeling that was often present during those days, is somewhat the same as what he’s feeling right now. Of his time in the Organisation, the hours spent with them is what Axel misses most- so to find something else that makes him feel like this? It’s an escape as much as it’s a joy.
Unwrapping his arms from around the bowsprit, Axel begins lowering himself carefully into the water without a second thought as to what he’s doing, eyes slightly glazed over, but focused on Ami.]
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Just as they dip beneath the surface, Mercury touches Axel’s lips with a finger, and a small bubble forms that allows him to breathe normally. Her smile is somewhat off, but surely the gesture speaks for itself. She’s saving him.
At least for now. They go deeper and deeper, fish and stranger mer-creatures surrounding them on all sides, in elegantly synchronized schools or recklessly alone. Strangely, she hasn’t spoken yet.]
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He smiles lazily back at Ami, quietly thrilling over and apparently easily accepting his new ability to breathe underwater- a sign if anything that he's not in his right mind. Since when has Axel ever been quiet about anything?
His eyes eventually shift away from Ami to take in the sights around him, and he speaks only when his curiousity becomes strong enough to break through.]
Where are we going?
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[This just might sound perfectly reasonable, at the moment. It's later that it'll make no sense, that it's unthinkable for him to call it a good idea.]
We can go as far as we want. [It'll make the end even harsher.]