Axel can't help but grin at the way this man seems pretty much completely unfazed by the summoned weaponry and the magic fire. As funny as it is when people flip out about magic, somehow it's almost nearly as funny when they just take it with an interested grain of salt.
He thinks it would be just as easy to notch the tree with his chakram, but if stern, stoic stranger wants fire, Axel is always happy to oblige.
He divides the flame and lets it dance on each of his fingertips, dragging them across the trunk of the nearest tree and leaving four neat singe-lines, before he turns to look at the other man.
"Next?" he asks, figuring he's been traveling in whatever direction this long with no luck, he doesn't mind following somebody else's lead for a while.
He does flip out about magic. It's singularly annoying in a way nothing else is, it's not rational, and everyone seems to conjure some hideously different version of it. Bruce doesn't like inconsistency.
That, and he's had a while now to get used to almost every crazy thing out there. A little firebug is pretty tame, in comparison.
'That way.' He indicates with his chin, falling into step nearby, unafraid of his proximity to the flames.
Hey, that's fair; to be honest, Bruce Wayne actually physically flipping out about something would be an odd sight to anyone who knew him. Axel's never really given too much thought to magic being irrational or not, though; it just is, and utilizing it has made his life easier, so he's not complaining.
Axel clears his throat as they walk a bit in the direction the other man indicated, then casts him a sidelong look. Doesn't seem like he's much for small talk...
"So, ah... didn't actually catch your name, there, chum," he points out, and if the stranger actively doesn't want to disclose, he won't press, but for the moment he's not certain it wasn't just an oversight.
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( introlog #5 ) strangerer things - Bruce Wayne
Axel can't help but grin at the way this man seems pretty much completely unfazed by the summoned weaponry and the magic fire. As funny as it is when people flip out about magic, somehow it's almost nearly as funny when they just take it with an interested grain of salt.
He thinks it would be just as easy to notch the tree with his chakram, but if stern, stoic stranger wants fire, Axel is always happy to oblige.
He divides the flame and lets it dance on each of his fingertips, dragging them across the trunk of the nearest tree and leaving four neat singe-lines, before he turns to look at the other man.
"Next?" he asks, figuring he's been traveling in whatever direction this long with no luck, he doesn't mind following somebody else's lead for a while.
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That, and he's had a while now to get used to almost every crazy thing out there. A little firebug is pretty tame, in comparison.
'That way.' He indicates with his chin, falling into step nearby, unafraid of his proximity to the flames.
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Axel clears his throat as they walk a bit in the direction the other man indicated, then casts him a sidelong look. Doesn't seem like he's much for small talk...
"So, ah... didn't actually catch your name, there, chum," he points out, and if the stranger actively doesn't want to disclose, he won't press, but for the moment he's not certain it wasn't just an oversight.