paixaorpg | Sky of blue and sea of green. [COMPLETED(?)]

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Sky of blue and sea of green. [COMPLETED(?)]

Character(s): Riku, and I think Percival and Lirin are gonna join in. :D Come join the THREESOME FROM HELL, let's see if we can assemble weirdest Paixao group EVAR.
Content: Riku waits 85784758 years in line, gives the gate guy some attitude, then finally gets his butt through the gate.
Setting: Just inside the Niflheim gate.
Time: Around noon on Sunday.
Warnings: A pissy Riku? :[ I don't think I'll ever be able to post with this boy without there being atleast ONE curse word.

That line was fucking long. After a stretch of stunned silence on his part, Riku had finally moved to the back of the line. Part of him wanted to turn and walk away, not wanting to restrict himself to the domes in case there was no way back out, but at the same time, he wondered what this was all about. Perhaps he could find answers on the inside.

After an hour, he was beginning to regret this decision.

By the time he finally made it to the gates (which he discovered weren't made out of ice after all, only fashioned to look like it), it was nearly noon and his temper was not at its best. His mouth was set in a firm scowl as he briskly stepped up to what was apparently a registration table, a hand resting at one of his hips while he glowered down at the poor little man sitting in the chair. Unphazed, he asked Riku the same question he had to all those before him: his name.

"Like that's any of your business."

..Cue fifteen minute long argument, with Riku refusing to give his name and instead demanding to know things like what he was doing here, what the purpose of the domes were, if this was all real, and so on. Much to his annoyance, he was only met by phrases such as, 'I'm afraid I can't say' and more inquiries over his name.

Finally, the teen caved. "Fine!" he snapped out, hand at his side balling into a tight fist. He shot the cheerful man a poisonous glare-- one that lost much of its effect due to the blindfold, though it was clear by his body language that he was not pleased at all. He angrily gave the first name that popped into his head, one that was not his own. It was both a precaution and a test. Mostly a precaution though, with a bit of vengeance mixed in. Like hell he was going to give a bunch of uncooperative strangers his real name!

As soon as the false handle was scribbled down, he was ushered towards the entrance by the penman's helpers (and even a few in line behind him.. impatient morons!), brows furrowing as he attempted to smack the many pale hands pushing him forward away. Huffing, Riku snatched some glinting metal contraption that was being offered as he passed through the entry, hurriedly stalking away from all the commotion until he was a good few yards away from the gate altogether.

Then, he decided to finally take a look around. What he saw gave him a jolt of surprise.

Oh, god. Blonde hair as far as the eye could see.

It was a city full of Tiduses.

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It had only been about an hour since the brown-haired knight had entered this strange dome city. Already, he was pretty bored. Not that Percival was one to have to have something to do all the time, but he liked to relax in his own way. He was currently sitting under a very fake tree, piecing armor back together, set on polishing it to at least keep his attention distracted from his boring situation. At the moment, a set of gauntlets lay in his lap as he idly rubbed a cloth across it's surface. A noise close to the gate from where he had entered drew his fleeting attention towards the source.

The source, it seemed, was coming from a rather noisy and rude young boy. Percival snickered, as the boy reminded him much of Borus when he had been younger. Not that the personality drastically changed since then. Borus was still Borus. The snicker worsened as he saw the boy get readily shoved through the gate, only to walk a few yards and immediately start gaping. Looks like he had noticed the look of the people.

"Very blonde aren't they?"

Honestly, Riku had never seen such a large concentration of pale skinned, fair-haired and blue eyed people in his entire life. And that was really saying something. The kid had seen more in a year than many saw in their entire lives.

Riku didn't respond to the new voice immediately, too caught up in his own bewilderment and contemplation. Maybe this was some sort of.. cult-city. Or maybe everyone got blonde hair after he died. Tch. He was tempted to grab a lock of his own and check it. Scowling faintly, he finally turned towards the speaker-- who was, evidently, one of those Captain Obvious types. Fantastic.

..Well, scratch that blonde-after-death theory; this one had brown hair. That made the teen breathe a sigh of relief, but the poor man wasn't spared from his smart-aelic attitude. "Really? I hadn't noticed." Insert cheeky look here.

Thinking that was the end of the conversation, Riku looked away from the stranger, instead taking interest in the... 'tree' the man happened to be lounging under. Riku craned his neck forward a bit, then canted his head to the side, as though the thing's appearance would suddenly change if he looked at it in a different angle.

"What the hell."

A fake tree. Okay, that wasn't so bad. But it was gaudy. All those.. jewels and junk stuck in the leaves and bark. The grass was the same way! Fuck, how could they afford stuff like this?

After lingering by the flaming (or fake flaming) gates of Muspelheim, Soujirou felt that a change of scenery was in place. This whole "Paixao" experience had yielded some interesting finds. One named Asuka and then there was the journal-thing which was proving to be both extremely unwieldy and completely useful. After a few taps he got it to give him what appeared to be a map. Hardly the paper map he was used to, but his location was given as well as the fact that there was so much more than just the Muspelheim gates to see.

"Maa," Soujirou squinted up at the sky before looking around. There wasn't any visible transportation, and nothing looked vaguely Japanese. There was no sign of Kyoto, the grass was fake and the large amount of foreigners (though he was a foreigner, he supposed) was startling. Nothing was familiar and a small part of him wondered if he should be more taken aback. That small part was easily crushed by a smile. He'd just have to explain to Shishio-san that he was late because he'd gotten lost on his way to the Aoiya. He was sure Shishio-san would understand.

The boy tapped the top of his sandels into the ground twice, bouncing lightly from foot to foot. It might be profitable to go see another place. A change of scenery was always nice. Soujirou picked a direction, randomly, tucked the journal into his shirt sleeve and took off at a fast run. Well, for Soujirou it was a fast run, for anyone watching he had promptly disappeared and only left behind the occasional footprint.

Shukuchi, it was so much more useful than just an assasination tool.

After some undetermined distance, Soujirou thought it'd be useful to see how far he'd gone. The one disadvantage of shukuchi being he couldn't see very well as everything was a blur. Without slowing down he stopped running, and to any observer it would appear as though he just materialized into place.

"...ehh, now...what was that button again..."

The journal was flipped open and he attempted to find the map. A push, another push, a shake, and turn upside down... and the map revealed itself.

"....ahahahaha, maybe a little too far..." He mused, looking around and catching sight of what must be the Niflheim gates. They looked a lot like the Muspelheim gates, only ice instead of fire.

A blur of black caught Riku's periphreal vision, drawing his attention away from the opulent tree and towards the young man who seemingly appeared out of nowhere. That was nothing really unusual from him to see, but he did quirk a brow-- the guy stuck out like a sore thumb among all the pale-colored people. Not that he was complaining. The Sea of Tidii was already beginning to give him a headache. Too much.. light and repetition. It was almost like staring at a black and white tiled floor. Made a person's eyes go funny after a while.

His gaze didn't stay on the dark-haired one for long though (not that anyone could tell where his eyes were anyway, 'cause of that blindfold and all-- sometimes, he really loved the thing), instead shifting down to the device he was twisting and turning about in his hands.

Hey, now.

After a quick look down to the metal booklet, or whatever it was, in his own hand, a comparison was made. Hm. They certainly looked alike in form, except his own was a dark blue in color. He didn't know if that made a difference in function, but he sure was about to find out.

"Hey!" Once again, he was facing the yapping man, raising the blue thing up in the air so the other could clearly see it, "What's it for?"

The first thing that popped into Soujirou's head was 'Usui (http://www.absoluteanime.com/rurouni_kenshin/usui.jpg)'. He blinked at the blindfolded person who addressed him and leaned forward a bit to get a better look. No, younger than Usui, with more hair and he didn't carry a turtle shell with him. Shame, it would have been nice to see a familiar face, even if it was the crazy Usui's.

"...ara?"

It was always a good neutral response to give, accompanied by the usual grin. Soujirou really had no idea what the question was, he hadn't been paying attention to the people around him. Hopefully they wouldn't be too mad that he hadn't listened to a word they had said. Despite the seeming lack of threat too, he tapped the hilt of his sword thoughtfully.

"...sorry, what did you say?"

Remember to smile.

.....

Sigh. The corner of his mouth twitched into a frown, shoulders slumping a bit and, in turn, making the journal lower just a smidgen. This guy reminded him of Sora, sort of. He often had to repeat himself when talking to the boy, simply because he was that airheaded at times.

He was used to it, but it was still exasperating. And this guy was no Sora. So, he wasn't going to be as lenient.

His free hand rose, fingertips running lightly over his forehead and brushing back a few pieces of messy silver before he tried again, speaking a bit slower this time, and also making sure he talked loud enough to be clearly heard. "I wanted to know what this was," while he spoke, he shook the journal a little, to indicate what he meant before continuing. "Since you have one too."

That wasn't so painful, but it would be (for the other man, mind you) if he had to repeat himself again.

Patronizing.

Soujirou recognized the tone of voice easily. He let his eyes fall to the object in the other's hands and vaguely contemplating playing slower and stupider. Not for any real sign of malice (as Soujirou didn't feel malice) but because it was often how he did things. Not showing any signs of intelligence was a good way to get overlooked, and overlooked was always a good thing.

"...oh! Did they give you one too? They must give them to everyone!" He replied instead, cheerfully with no information whatsoever. And it wasn't as if he did that solely for the purpose of being annoying, he was genuinely curious if they gave everyone a journal! Honestly!

If only 'akjdjshdj!!' could actually be said aloud. He could have resorted to doing something such as a facepalm, but truthfully, he really would have rather whapped the other male in the face, instead of himself. Knock that cheery little tone right out of him.. yea, that would have been nice.

"Obviously. You see me holding one, don't you?" Gloved fingers tightened around the blue square pressed against his palm as he idly wondered if it was any good for throwing. It was hard, and presumably made of metal. Perhaps if he threw it hard enough...

No. No, it was alright. He was not going to act violently. No, he was going to take a nice, soothing breath, and then try once again to bleed information out of the oblivious man. Maybe it was some sort of navigation system-- the sooner he figured out how to work it, the sooner he could start searching.

After a slow inhale, Riku rested his unoccupied hand on his hip, unconsciously showcasing his annoyance as he began again. "I'd appreciate it if you could tell me what this does," 'Before I decide to chuck it at your head' was the unspoken half.

This wasn't his day..

Soujirou sensed outright confrontation now. Which only caused him to smile more. People who were irritated easily were amusing. Actually, everything was amusing. He was half expecting to be attacked, but he had a good counterattack planned. It went something like 'cutting off a head', mostly likely not his own.

"Ahhh! I see, you must be new around here then!" Avoidant answers were the staple of Soujirou's speech. Making other people's blood veins explode might be as well, but he did actually sort of answer the question. "...I'm not exactly sure what it does... entirely."

Sort of answered the question. He made sure to grin though, and slip his own journal back into his sleeve.

Who could blame him for being easily irritated? He was confused beyond description. Sore and still wondering if he was alive or dead (if he WAS dead, he was sure this was hell), as well. No way was he going to ask about that, though. Already, he could tell he wasn't going to get a straight answer.

Roundabout answers... ugh. It was enough to make his blood boil. It was wasting time!

After a long, tense silence, Riku's arms limply fell to his sides. Had it not been for the black cloth tied across his eyes, the other male would have found himself on the recieving end of a particularly nasty glower. Heh, if looks could kill..

"Nevermind. Just.." The expression faded away, replaced with a scrunch of his nose, signifying his distaste for the whole situation. Again, a hand rose, waving in what could have been dismissal. "Nevermind."

Tch, he'd figure it out all by himself, then.

"...I think it's a journal." Of course now that Riku's body language admitted defeat Soujirou felt free to answer clearly. From what he could tell it was a journal with a map and maybe some other feature. Not like he could get the map to come up on command, but he could work the journal part fine. It was like being able to write without a pen, quite handy especially since he wasn't carrying around writing supplies. And then there was the communication aspect. None of which he mentioned to Riku.

Soujirou tapped his foot against the ground, idly.

"...Oh, I'm sorry for not introducing myself. I'm Seta Soujirou, it's a pleasure to meet you." And he smiled, again. And it sounded like he really meant the 'pleasure to meet you' part. Very satisfied sounding, and of course, expectant, waiting for a reply.

The silver-haired teen was in the process of turning away from the stranger, just plain fed up with trying to communicate with him. There was no need in being stubborn and trying to wring answers out of someone who seemed so determined to beat around the bush--...

..Oh, so that's how it was, huh. Wait until the other party loses interest before answering?

Riku paused, only halfway facing the other. Glanced back over his shoulder at him, and then to the journal in his hands. "They give us diaries?" What the shit was he supposed to do with one of those? He was no girl, he didn't babble on and on in secret little books-- he had his head for that, thanks. Journals were for people like Selphie and Kairi. Not him. "How... stupid." Not to mention a waste of money! Just like the fake trees and grass.

Geez, what was wrong with these people?

He quietly clicked his tongue, making one of those 'tsk' sounds before finally drawing himself out of his musings. Stole another glance at the irritating one, who had identified himself as Soujiwhatever. A brow quirked. Well, he wasn't too keen on giving out his name just yet, for whatever reason. That was his business, and his business only anyhow.

So, he settled for a neutral, "Hello."

"...ahahaha, you find them stupid?" For lack of anything else to say Soujirou replied with that rather inane statement. Even he knew it was inane. His companion seemed just about as willing to share information as he was. Which wasn't irritating in the least, though Soujirou would like a name to address him by.

... Or he'd have to make up his own name.

That had a lot of possibilities. It wasn't a habit that he encouraged, often, but when someone was so disagreeable as to be impatient, rude and stingy with information sometimes it was alright to indulge.

"Mhm," he answered, only halfway paying attention to Soujirou now. He had taken to turning the journal about in his hands, studying it carefully before he opened it up. The perky 'ding!' sound it made as the screen lit up caused him to shake his head. "I don't need a diary."

It didn't completely add up, though. Surely they wouldn't hand out electronic journals to newcomers.. that was too much of a waste. Why not give out notebooks, if that was the case? There had to be some other function to it. A GPS, or something. Riku was determined to figure out what that 'something' was, too. With or without the new guy's help. So, there he stood, right in the middle of the street, ignoring all other passerbys.

He was quiet for a few minutes more, brows furrowed slightly as he tampered with settings and shortcuts, pausing to read every so often. Off-handedly, he muttered, "Maybe yours is different from mine."

"...maa, maybe." The journal was convenient, but he didn't really care about it. It did not tell him how to leave and did not tell him where Kyoto was. It didn't have anything moderately useful about the people that he could talk to in it and it did not like to give him the map when he wanted it.

If he was a person who understood irritation, he might have felt a little bit of irritation towards the device.

Seeing that his new found 'buddy' was antisocial, Soujirou looked down a spot of fake grass to sit down on. He continued to watch the other fiddle with the journal, even as he sat down. Not like he had anything better to do.

Percival chuckled to himself as he watched the blindfolded boy and the newcomer exchange words. The easily irritated boy was funny to watch, especially since Seta (the other one) had a roundabout way of talking. So, the knight figured it would be best if he didn't get involved. It would only make the nameless boy more annoyed than he already was. For a while, he just sat and shined his armor, keeping an ear out for any information that might slip. He saw the two sit down eventually, joining him on the "grass".

Time to speak up, he supposed. Otherwise, awkward silence would settle in.

"So you two have this journal thing as well?" His eyes flicked up, slightly, attempting to appear nonchalant about it. That was an art he had learned from Salome, always act like you don't really care too much for the information. Tongues were almost always looser that way.

Though, he doubted the silver-haired boy would fall for it.

With a sour grimace, Lirin trudged around the gate area. She was slouching, arms limp by her sides. She was so hungry. She gave no regard to the unfamiliar place; she just wanted something edible in her mouth now. The fact that the radiant sun beat mercilessly down upon the brick roads and its itinerants did not help either, for the dark-skinned girl thirst like a fish on land.

Speaking of dark-skinned, Lirin greatly differed from the blonde clones around her. She raised a brow and thought of Sanzo. Wonder if he's around... Her journal, which she had tucked between her belt, suddenly buzzed, causing her to jump a foot into the air. She grabbed the metallic object and was about to chuck it to the ground when it stopped buzzing. She blinked once. Twice. Thrice... Hmmm... Curiously, she brought a pink tongue to the gimmick's smooth surface.

Nothing. It didn't even taste like cherry unlike its color implies. She began to fiddle with the thing, beginning to walk as she did. Not exactly a clever choice for she soon walked into a tree.

"GWOH!" she yelled as she fell backwards, dizzy again. Sigh, Dokugakuji was always telling her that she was missing brain cells. Perhaps this was why.

Riku immersed himself in scouring the network, letting the conversation die after 'maybe'. Of course, he snuck a few glances as he saw Soujirou moving about, pulling a slight face as he watched the man take a seat in the grass. The fake grass. The fake grass that looked more like green-colored glass than anything.

No way was he sitting on that. He wasn't about to get glass shards in his butt, thanks.

After a few more taps with the stylus he had taken up in his hand, he caught his bottom lip between his teeth, gently biting at it as he scrolled through yet another useless page. However, he paused-- the armored man's question catching his attention. A deadpan look settled on Riku's face just before he looked over at the other, mouth opening to reply...

..Only to have the words wiped right from his mind, mouth left open in a gape as he watched some brightly-colored girl ram face-first into the very obviously manmade tree.

Oh, wow. That one was a winner.

He smirked. "Nice."

Soujirou's eyes had followed the girl's progress to her running into the tree to her falling backwards. Then, rather unconcerned with her appearance a nod was directed in response to the armored man's question. Yes, he had one of those journal things.

"...ahahaha, walking sure can be dangerous,"

Especially when one wasn't looking where they were going. He guessed the newest member of their little non-blonde group was a kid. So there was an antisocial easily irritated guy, a guy in armor and a kid. At least they were an interesting bunch.

Certainly colorful indeed, this group by the tree, but surely the demoness was the one with a real splitting headache (and later a bump). Slowly, she brought a twitching hand to her forehead. Irritation began to show on her face; Lirin rolled onto her side, jolted off the ground, and gave the fake tree a strong high-kick. The first blow was followed by a series of heated punches.

"RAAAAH! Stupid stupid stupid TREE! Why don't you have any peaches on you?!!?"

Energy drained, a large tear forced itself to the corner of her green eyes as her face grew long and despairing. On her knees, she pressed her forehead against the artificial bark and mumbled. The look on her face meant that someone had better offer food before she uprooted the tree.

It took much control to not laugh at the poor girl who had just done a faceplant into a tree. Percival's eyebrows quirked up in amusement at the scene instead. He pressed his lips together, smirking while the other two commented on the girl's display of coordination. It was not amusing though, when said girl started high-kicking the poor tree. The knight quickly ducked out from under it, scooting over so he wouldn't get a foot or a fist in his face.

There was awkward silence after she sunk to the ground, whimpering about peaches. Percival cleared his throat, breaking the silence.

"I don't think it's walking that's the dangerous part. More like the trees. They're vicious."

"Yea, because that tree totally reached out and smacked her in the face." Ah, wonderful sarcasm. What would he do without it? Probably be a lot quieter. It was surprising he was talking even this much, actually. But, whatever. He was dead (or so he thought), so it didn't matter.

Riku had stared blankly at the girl while she had her fit, kicking and punching at the tree and all. At that, a brow arched, and he carefully took a few steps off to the side, away from the scene. It wasn't necessarily because it was embarassing to be seen near it-- hell, it took a lot to shame Riku. But it was more of a precaution for himself. Kid was acting all rabid, and hey, he didn't want to be attacked.

Soujirou chuckled at the armored man's statement, and then the easily irritated one's counter. Though, he wondered exactly how the easily irritated man could see whether or not the tree had reached out and smacked her or not. He was wearing a blindfold and last time Soujirou checked, blindfolds usually meant one was blind. Or maybe that was just Usui, who could basically hear anyway. So that was really mood point.

"ahaha, well you never know. Everything can kill you."

Some things just needed more help than others to kill you. Like trees, a little help and they'd be downright dangerous. Grass, took a little more work. Swords? Swords were posivitely begging to go kill people, that's what they were made for, afterall.

Lirin began to scrape the tree with her long, sharp nails. Whatever it was made of fell as powder to the ground. If only it was made of chocolate, Lirin would have been calmed down. However, shiny objects had that affect as well. Apparently, a glitter-like and aromatic substance began to fall out from the inner bark. Naturally, it caught her attention, and that scowl fled Lirin's round face. Crouching lower, she oggled the dust; then taking some between her fingers, she tasted it.

"....heeeeey....this isn't bad!" Like a new drug, Lirin attempted to satisfy her hunger.

What the.

Alright, so, all things considered, seeing someone slam into a tree wasn't all that unusual. Hell, he had seen Sora smack his face against trees more times than he could count. Things like that happened when one was growing up, for various reasons. And sometimes, to a child's mind, the tree would deserve a sound beating for being in the way-- even if it did end up only hurting the would-be attacker even more, but whatever. He had seen people kick or hit trees, as well.

But to claw at one frantically, then begin to eat the shaving was... well, that was just downright weird. Definitely something new. Something so new that Riku had to stop all that he was doing, and stare, mouth opened ever so slightly as he gaped. What if that stuff was toxic..?

Yes, judging by Riku's reaction, any person with more than three and a half braincells could determind that it was highly unlikely he was blind after all.

Or maybe he was, and just had excellent hearing. Ah, a mystery.

Okay. This knight had seen many a peculiar thing in his life. His world was full of the unexplained. But Percival really had to think when was the last time he had seen something as odd as the girl eating the bark scrapings. Nothing came to mind, at least, nothing that he may have witnessed while sober. This gilr was indeed very strange. And that bark did not look like it was healthy to eat.

Seems like the other two were thinking along the same lines. How the blindfolded one was able to witness this strange event-- now that was odd too.

"You must have impeccable eyesight behind that cloth, there. Nothing gets past you."

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