Axel gazed blearily up at Cap'n Chunk. Heehee thats a funny name....The redhead managed to focus his gaze on Roxas as the smaller Nobody also rummaged for pirate goods. Axel was vaguely aware of a commotion in the distance...a voice that sounded vaguely familiar. For some reason something was telling him he should be afraid right now. Did someone just call him? Or, more precisely, screech his name? Something hit the wall near Pence. In fact, several objects seemed to be flying through the air. Wheeeeeee. Larxene.....She didn't like him did she? He smiled crookedly and was about to make a comment on her aiming skillz when there was a loud noise above.
Not possessing the swift reflexes he normally had, Axel was barely able to register that fact that something was going on above before he was promptly knocked to the ground by someone...or something. Heavy. Dizzy and somewhat bruised as his slender frame connected with the hard wood floor of the pub, Axel struggled and flailed in an attempt to dislodge whatever had imposed itself on his back. "I am the Moon Prinshess!" The person above him staggered to his feet and somehow up onto the bar. Saix...the thought inched its way fuzzily into Axel's mind. "Rockshus...Saiksss is here...that's bad isn't it....we was running from him and Lark...Larsh...Larlarlar." He trailed off after the effort of remembering hard-to-pronounce names. Saix began yowling at other people, apparently oblivious to the person he had been previously hunting. Axel watched mildly amused as Saix began bouncing around a table with....was that Demyx dancing? That was funny.
He managed to stagger back to his feet, swaying slightly. "Cap'n! These scallawags be...bad..bad..people. I vote we go...som'where else and recroot more...crew. *hic* Huh Rockshus...more better people." He began to walk wobbily toward the door. Dengit the floor needs to stop moving.....Is like I can't walk strait no more.
Something shrill, a treble yelp was released as he the blonde was pushed down face-to-floor (it was a good thing he was already on the floor when the beserker came crashing down). There was a stinging sensation, albeit dulled by his current buzzed state, but about the only reaction that happened was an involuntary wince and groan. He though he heard something about... the moon..? He wasn't really paying attention, just wondering why he was looking-or trying to-at the floor... it smelled funny. Abruptly, another bark sounded and his small frame tensed as the intoxicated Diviner got to his feet and stomped over Axel and himself off to some other part of the bar.
The whole trampling thing didn't actually arouse any sort of strife, the boy was just a little confused, because he couldn't quite seem to keep his focus long enough to see what in the world the blur or black and blue was wandering off toward... Soon, glazed eyes drifted up toward the candle-lit chandeliers-nonetoofancy for a bar like this, either. There was a brief pause set aside for a blank stare, then he snapped back to the closest thing he could come to reality upon being addressed by the redhead.
"... Socks....? ... Why would I run from my..." he had a quizickle expression, knitted brows and all, then it dropped to "Ooooooooh...." followed by coy chuckling. In spite of his arms trying to buckle as he attempted to push himself up from the odorous planks, he sloppily got to his feet through wobbling and gripping to a table like it supported his entire nonexistence. "Yeah, and Laaaarkzeeeen... she.... sup...shoe... shoopleeeckses... stuff..." he stumbled over the word, why he picked such a complicated action to try an pronounce instead of just "kills" would probably never be comprehended. As Axel began to make his swaying saunter for the exit, Roxas beamed. They were leaving!... He remembered wanting to do this!
"A'ight, but I have to go get Naaami first!" chimed the nobody, uncharacteristically... upbeat. Turning, he looked about, not taking notice that basically everyone outside their company in the bar had been beaten unconscious, oh no... It all looked the same, really... It was a lot easier to see Namine and Marluxia a few table-lengths away. Marlushy? ....Why was he there... being so.. pink..?
... Was it his flowers that made the floor stink..? ...
.... Pink and stink rhymed...?
Deep blue optics shifting left to right, his mind began to strategize oh-so-craftily... This would require much stealth.... You could almost hear the dramatic music fading in... Pulling his hood back over his head and drawing the pulls tight, so much that he couldn't really see too well again, he moved in.... Creeping with surprising-but superfluous, as without the swelling activity of all the previously attendees, he was in plain sight-agility, he slinked behind the tables, chairs and lax bodies toward the two. It might have just been effective under the right conditions, but in this instance it was just sort of... yeah. Regardless! He closed in swiftly, nimbly, executing his glorious plans of rescue before the terrifically pink assassin had chance to object (assuming he even would). Yes, the plot was profoundly brilliant, and dispatched with so skillfully, none could ever hope to surpass the stunt... Yes, he brazenly blitzed in, rushing Nami-tried his best not to manhandle too roughly, the boy did, though his judgment of what was rough and what wasn't was shot-and, through some blurred motion, had managed to start to run from Marluxia with the light female riding on his back. Booya. L337 n1nj4-ing FTW.
"We're gonna be pirates with Pensh and Akshul, Nami!" he chirped, slowly his pace for a few steps as they passed by a table of blacked-out drunks. Reaching over, he ganked a ridiculously-sized hat with an equally garish feather sprouting from it off one of them, handing it back toward Namine before starting off again.
"We have to find more... pirate-y clothes, tough.."