She wouldn't shut up. :|

[pulselancer]

Well, alright now.

[In strolls a dark-haired woman, looking the main room over very carefully as she goes, though it seems like nothing more than a passive, disinterested glance at her surroundings. She stops in the center, one hand on her hip, and sighs.]

I'm here. You asked, I came. So what now? Somethin' in it for me?

[She flops backwards into a rather comfy looking overstuffed leather armchair, crossing her legs and drumming her fingertips against the armrests.]

Besides the comfy furniture, I mean.

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[pyroantics.livejournal.com]

[A redhead stands sort of in the back, arms crossed. He's also dark, but his impressive shock of red hair makes it impossible to miss him.]

Well, hello.

[pulselancer]

[Impossible indeed. The smirk turns to more of a grin and she gives him a half-hearted hand wave.]

I was beginning to think it was empty in this place.

[pyroantics.livejournal.com]

[He gives her a two-fingered gangsta wave. He's good at that.]

Empty? Hardly.

Boring? Depends.

[pulselancer]

[She stands, laughing a little.]

Boring? That's no good. Good thing you're not trying to sell me on it.

[pyroantics.livejournal.com]

I wouldn't even try. Besides, salesmen are kind of... slimy. I have a little more class.

[pulselancer]

So if you're not selling me somethin', and you're sure it's not empty, what brings you here?

[pyroantics.livejournal.com]

Oh, you know. Sightseeing.

It's a pretty interesting place, once you get past the surface. It can change on a whim— or so I've been told.

[pulselancer]

Change on a whim, eh? Now we're gettin' somewhere.

[She walks over to one of the walls, gently placing her hand against it, as if she almost expects that to do anything.]

Like how?

[pyroantics.livejournal.com]

Let's say we want a beautiful starry night...

[Axel snaps, summoning a very tiny flame at the end of his finger. He blows on it and sends it floating up, up, up toward the blank ceiling... Then it explodes, showering the room in sparks. But hey. The ceiling is open now, and it looks a lot like Traverse Town's sky with its abundance of stars.]

[pulselancer]

[It's simple reflex that makes her hand flinch toward her lance when the flames begin to get higher, but she relaxes when she sees they aren't headed at her. She looks up as the stars form, and lets out a low whistle.]

Alright. Impressive. Fireworks required?

[pyroantics.livejournal.com]

Just a bit of imagination.

[pulselancer]

Oh, is that all?

[She smirks. And along with that smirk, the entirety of the room is now a vast, open, grassy field with some blue-hued mountains in the far distance. Along with the stars, the sky holds what appears to be a huge moon, also shaded in blue.]

Imaginative enough for you?

[pyroantics.livejournal.com]

[He looks around, then lets out a low whistle.]

You catch on quick.

[pulselancer]

Kind of a necessity in new places.

[She crosses her arms and walks around, grinning at her projection.]

So. We'll call that perk number two. What's the rest?

[pyroantics.livejournal.com]

Sometimes you get to meet people you wouldn't be able to meet otherwise. It's a little hard to explain, so just think of it as a dream world of sorts.

[pulselancer]

Sure, except I'm not dreaming. Makes it a little harder to think that way.

[pyroantics.livejournal.com]

That's where the "of sorts" comes in. It's more like a world between all the other worlds. There's a ton of places like this, and they're all connected in their own little freaky solar system.

In short, what you do here doesn't really affect anything else out there.

Catch my drift?

[pulselancer]

Really? Now that's interestin'.

[Her attention goes to the moon, but only briefly. She grins at Axel again.]

Alright, I think I'm catchin' on. Is there somethin' I'm supposed owe you for playin' welcome committee?

[pyroantics.livejournal.com]

[Axel smiles like kerosene.] How about a name?

[pulselancer]

[That's a dangerous smile. But, Fang lives on the edge.]

Fang. Do I get yours in return?

[pyroantics.livejournal.com]

Fang? Simple, descriptive, and very apt. I like it.

I'm Axel.

[pulselancer]

Axel. Not quite as descriptive, but definitely seems to work for you.

[pyroantics.livejournal.com]

I'm pretty accommodating when I need to be.

[pulselancer]

And the rest of the time?

[pyroantics.livejournal.com]

I do what I want.

[pulselancer]

Completely? No strings attached? Best way to live.

[pyroantics.livejournal.com]

I wouldn't say that. Everyone has strings attached somewhere. But as long as I do what I'm told, I get to go out and play afterward. [He shrugs.] There's something in it for me, so it's not like I'm being forced to.

[pulselancer]

And here I was, thinkin' you had all the freedom in the world. I was about to be even more impressed [She shrugs~] Oh well, it's probably close enough.

[pyroantics.livejournal.com]

[Axel almost looks hurt for a moment.]

Is that how you live your life, Fang? Free as a bird? I'm jealous.

[pulselancer]

[That wins Axel a very, very dark and humorless laugh. She shakes her head, smirking at him.]

Now, I never said that. I think you've got me beat, If we're bein' honest here.

[pyroantics.livejournal.com]

Aww, that's too bad. A pretty girl like you doesn't deserve to be caged up like a thing.

[pulselancer]

It's a pretty big cage. Short leash, though.

[pyroantics.livejournal.com]

Heh. I've been there before.

... A few times.

[pulselancer]

Sounds like there's a good story behind that.

[pyroantics.livejournal.com]

Heh heh. That's neither here nor there, but... I like listening to other people's stories more than my own voice.

[Sometimes.

... Never.

But she's hot. So he'll listen.]