Sherlock Holmes

Just trust me on this one.

"Uh... probably soon," Ax said.

"We're not allowed in bars, Jace, we're eighteen," Ax said flatly.

"Yeah, I love tacos too," Ax said. "I grew up taking shots of tequila equal to my age on my birthday. I thought we would do the same for a wedding."

Ax clung to Jace for a few minutes, then said, "Is there any tequila?" @ShadowLord_Lith

Ax smiled nervously at Jace, his eyes worried. At least he had Jace here, so he had someone to follow around. He just hoped Jace didn't get anxious, because then they'd both be having a break-down in the middle of their own wedding party.

Ax gathered up the gifts he'd brought, having got a lot of general gifts since he didn't know that many people in the house too well. It was uncomfortable for him that he'd lived there for a while, but hadn't ever interacted with anyone that much. Always doing something... volunteering or studying, or just trying to get away from the stress for a while. Didn't ever make time for anyone but my family and Jace... He sighed, wishing that he'd managed to do that somehow. He walked toward the house, bracing himself for the stress that would start to rip him up the second he got inside.

Ax got on the front and waited for Jace to get himself secure, then started the bike and rode out of the parking lot, then sped up on the street, his helmet's wind shield up to let him enjoy the breeze. He watched the streets, subconsciously a little more cautious now that he had his husband on the back of the bike. He got to Doc's in good time and parked the bike in front, then waited for Jace to get off, excited and nervous tension building up in his chest.

Ax did not follow Jace, and got his motorcycling stuff on: gloves, jacket, and helmet, then stood in front of the mirror in their apartment and checked himself out. He made finger-guns at himself, even though the helmet made his head look ridiculous. He did look cool, though, especially with his okay-fancy clothes on underneath the gear. He smiled at his reflection, then grabbed Jace's gear and started walking to the door, looking at how cute the stuff was, though he knew he only thought it was cute because it was Jace's. Maybe I should save up and get a side-car on the motorcycle, he thought without his brain warning him first. For the dog. He paused, closing his eyes and envisioning his perfect dog: a big, graceful German Shepherd-Alaskan Husky with long, thick fur and boundless energy. He grinned, thinking of a dog like that riding with him next to his motorcycle. Jace would want to name her Fluffy or something cute like that, but I think... Liebla. That's kind of like Liebling... Imagine that, a huge adorable dog named Liebla riding with me and Jace next to the bike. That would be so, so cool... It was a shame that it was impossible. For the next fifteen years, at least. He sighed. The Air Force. He'd told himself that he'd join the Air Force ever since he'd been fourteen. He'd participated in charities, volunteered, and studied his eyes off, just so he could go to boot camp, and then, the Air Force Academy to become a pilot. He'd always loved flying; the exhilaration of take-offs and landings, the sight of clouds passing by, and the sheer speed of it all, that was what he'd always yearned for. His adopted dad's father had told him about it one night on the way back from a laid-back country concert, and he'd wanted to learn more. So he'd researched and started his efforts towards becoming one of the amazing pilots who defended their nation in the sky. It was only later that he'd considered that he'd have to leave everything behind to become one. He'd rarely be able to go home and see his family, and his entire life for fourteen years would be dedicated to it. By the time he was out, he'd be in his thirties at the least, the days his friends had used to party and grow up gone in a cloud of responsibility. He wouldn't have minded that, though. He'd never been one for the rowdiness and wild lives all the people he'd known in middle and high school had desired. He'd only ever wanted to have something to do, a goal, and the Air Force had become that. And then... Jace. Jace had appeared, and taken all that away. Suddenly, he had someone to look forward to seeing at school, someone who was always there for him, someone he could love. Jace had inspired him to start working out again, and to believe in himself and have self-confidence. It was because of Jace that Ax had redoubled his efforts of becoming as fit as he could for the military, becoming an excellent climber, a volunteer for charities, and a better person all-around. He'd planned to apply for boot camp the summer before his senior year. But... when the time had come, he couldn't. He had woken up the day he had been going to talk to one of the guys at the recruitment center in town, and had found Jace laying there next to him, adorable and innocent. And it was then that Ax had broken down and decided that he couldn't do it, that he couldn't let Jace be alone. Yet. The time was swiftly approaching that he would have to go, if he was ever going to go. The military was more willing to accept young people, after all. He didn't know that he could do it, though. He wanted to spend the rest of his life alongside Jace, working through whatever problems they had, not in military bases around the world, alone and cold. He wanted Liebla. Ax sighed and pushed open the door of his and Jace's apartment, heading down the stairs and to his bike parked in the lot. He saw Jace and his heart swelled as he broke into a grin. So cute... He sped up into a jog and held out Jace's gear once he'd gotten to him, worries forgotten for the moment. Jace did that to him a lot of the time. "Hey, you ready?" he asked, still grinning.

Ax nodded. "Okay..." He smiled nervously. @ShadowLord_Lith

"Sure," Ax said. "You owe me, though."

I think I'm still just the crazy gaylord cousin with the gaylord characters.

Ax nodded. "I kinda wish they hadn't done an actual party, though. I don't like parties..." He sighed.

There was the dead body, of course. It was limp against the table in the room, still sitting in a chair. He'd bled out less than a minute ago. A rather obvious dart was in his eye, the same as the one used on Mr. Itiah, and both could be traced to a manufacturing company native to Oasis City.

The man's mouth twisted. "Really?" Then he grinned and dropped the gun. A huge cloud of smoke enveloped him, Mike, and Mari, and he was gone.

A man with a knife was crouched over a mutilated body, eyes shining with bloodlust and anger. He stood and glared at Mike. "Well?" he said, then leveled a gun at Mike.

The woman went to where she was directed.

I did one for today, yay.

Tena blinked as the girl killed herself. "Well then..." *** Seom watched in horror, frozen.

I forgot to so this, will probably be posting two tomorrow.

"We went on a date and he got kidnapped," Dan said.

Talon sighed and tapped his pen on the bar, bored.