The storm came out of no where, in all honesty, he could have just been so deep in his own head that he didn't recognize the shifting winds. The possibility was high as Axel just didn't seem to have it together. He was wandering in this place for unknown reasons, following a group of unknown people, and got caught up in a maze of unknown corridors in which he couldn't rightly transport out of. Likely because in this world(s) he wasn't accustomed to and the world wasn't connected to any of the other worlds he's previously been, thus the gateway was closed to him until it was opened. Or, the keyhole was closed until the familiar wave of darkness wafted through space and busted the door wide open like some suspicious overreacting parent trying to catch their little Jimmy being naughty with the neighborhood cat.
Psychopaths were made from less traumatic circumstances. Or so he would argue.
In any case, he was suddenly being guided by a short blinding red-head woman into a nook for cover as a wash of dust threatened to bury them. Yet, in that moment, he had to focus on her hair than anything because in his experience only he could pull of that shade of red and he was threatened--
his unresolved identity issues was threatened by her shade of red. He didn't have much of an identity, honestly, outside his good looks. There just wasn't much inside of him to get past the superficial impressions. It took a few minutes before he put the hair-business to rest, for now, and focused then on his surroundings.
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Psychopaths were made from less traumatic circumstances. Or so he would argue.
In any case, he was suddenly being guided by a short blinding red-head woman into a nook for cover as a wash of dust threatened to bury them. Yet, in that moment, he had to focus on her hair than anything because in his experience only he could pull of that shade of red and he was threatened--
his unresolved identity issues was threatened by her shade of red. He didn't have much of an identity, honestly, outside his good looks. There just wasn't much inside of him to get past the superficial impressions. It took a few minutes before he put the hair-business to rest, for now, and focused then on his surroundings.
"Lame. Hasn't anyone got a broom in this world?"