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paixaorpg2006-05-23 06:59 am
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A Battle Between Two Evils. [completed]
Character(s): Sima Yi, Krad.
Content: Sima Yi enters Paixao and meets Krad.
Setting: Outside and inside Muspelheim gate. [O-3]
Time: Sunday evening.
Warnings: LOL, with these two guys, who knows what might happen? But none as of now.
The entrance to this Paixao was not a pleasant one. Well, no. His entire existence being in this... alternative universe was not pleasant. His initial reaction, possibly like any other that might have entered, was, "I believe this is a dream." However, because based on all of his knowledge of dreams, this couldn't be real. A dream reflects the events on our daily lives, and what might happen in the future, as well as the past. However, Yi remembered nothing of being outside a gigantic dome, people wearing rather strange clothing, and a gate with golden flames engraved on it. He remembered no object that could produce such light without candles or fire... and of course, Sima Yi didn't remember being as baffled as he was. Scratch that. He was extremely and utterly confused.
Thing were always complex when a person from the ancient times meets technology, right? Of course.
Sima Yi dragged himself along the line as it may appear everyone else was doing, his boots making a 'clink' every time the metal meets the hard paved ground. He sighed. Well, this attire made him shrink in terms of superiority. It looked more like sleeveless bathrobes compared to his many layers of clothing he wore back in the day. That was for war, however. In a place like this, where there were no real existence, he doubted war. But that, by no means, meant that he didn't want to take over the place eventually. Oh, and he dropped his hat somewhere. Where exactly? Probably when he passed out. Damn it all.
On his right hand, he held a black feathered fan, fingers tightly gripped on the golden handle, the steel feathers poking at his side vaguely each time he took a step forward towards the dome, marking each step as a ton of impatience relieved. By the time it was his turn, his eyes wondered on the journal he was given, ever-so-puzzled, and then back to the man that had given him it. "What is th--?!"
"Your name?" the gatekeeper (or whatever he was) butted in the sentence, causing a vein to pop up on the side of Yi's forehead.
"Talking while I'M talking?! How DARE you rou—" again, he was cut in.
"Just tell me your name, sir."
"...Very well then. Sima Yi," he looked down at the journal again, well before he was practically shoved in the gates.
Sima Yi caught his balance quickly, avoiding any foolish acts of falling upon arriving to a new (and rather awkward) location. "Imbeciles," he grumbled as he continued wandering around, bringing his raven feathered fan up to cover the lower half of his face. He was keeping a low profile, for now. Which was, to him, the best thing to do at that moment. He knew no one here. Absolutely no ones. Was this the punishment of Cao Cao's? When that Ma Su deliberately spread rumors about his betrayal? Most likely.
But will he seek for revenge? Why, no. He intended to stay here for a while. China had no need for him anymore. Nor does Cao Cao. He could just stick to his overruling ambition while he would eventually take over this... "Pieshow," He accidentally said out loud.
Well. First Paixao, then the world, as they used to say.
However, first, he needs to figure out what the hell was the object he was handed over... that could produce light without candles. It was amazing. Sima Yi found a place to sit as he began poking around in the journal.
Content: Sima Yi enters Paixao and meets Krad.
Setting: Outside and inside Muspelheim gate. [O-3]
Time: Sunday evening.
Warnings: LOL, with these two guys, who knows what might happen? But none as of now.
The entrance to this Paixao was not a pleasant one. Well, no. His entire existence being in this... alternative universe was not pleasant. His initial reaction, possibly like any other that might have entered, was, "I believe this is a dream." However, because based on all of his knowledge of dreams, this couldn't be real. A dream reflects the events on our daily lives, and what might happen in the future, as well as the past. However, Yi remembered nothing of being outside a gigantic dome, people wearing rather strange clothing, and a gate with golden flames engraved on it. He remembered no object that could produce such light without candles or fire... and of course, Sima Yi didn't remember being as baffled as he was. Scratch that. He was extremely and utterly confused.
Thing were always complex when a person from the ancient times meets technology, right? Of course.
Sima Yi dragged himself along the line as it may appear everyone else was doing, his boots making a 'clink' every time the metal meets the hard paved ground. He sighed. Well, this attire made him shrink in terms of superiority. It looked more like sleeveless bathrobes compared to his many layers of clothing he wore back in the day. That was for war, however. In a place like this, where there were no real existence, he doubted war. But that, by no means, meant that he didn't want to take over the place eventually. Oh, and he dropped his hat somewhere. Where exactly? Probably when he passed out. Damn it all.
On his right hand, he held a black feathered fan, fingers tightly gripped on the golden handle, the steel feathers poking at his side vaguely each time he took a step forward towards the dome, marking each step as a ton of impatience relieved. By the time it was his turn, his eyes wondered on the journal he was given, ever-so-puzzled, and then back to the man that had given him it. "What is th--?!"
"Your name?" the gatekeeper (or whatever he was) butted in the sentence, causing a vein to pop up on the side of Yi's forehead.
"Talking while I'M talking?! How DARE you rou—" again, he was cut in.
"Just tell me your name, sir."
"...Very well then. Sima Yi," he looked down at the journal again, well before he was practically shoved in the gates.
Sima Yi caught his balance quickly, avoiding any foolish acts of falling upon arriving to a new (and rather awkward) location. "Imbeciles," he grumbled as he continued wandering around, bringing his raven feathered fan up to cover the lower half of his face. He was keeping a low profile, for now. Which was, to him, the best thing to do at that moment. He knew no one here. Absolutely no ones. Was this the punishment of Cao Cao's? When that Ma Su deliberately spread rumors about his betrayal? Most likely.
But will he seek for revenge? Why, no. He intended to stay here for a while. China had no need for him anymore. Nor does Cao Cao. He could just stick to his overruling ambition while he would eventually take over this... "Pieshow," He accidentally said out loud.
Well. First Paixao, then the world, as they used to say.
However, first, he needs to figure out what the hell was the object he was handed over... that could produce light without candles. It was amazing. Sima Yi found a place to sit as he began poking around in the journal.
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Yi studied the map with a calculative expression, his raven feathered fan now placed across his lap, left hand bringing the journal towards him for a closer look at Paixao while his free hand tapped his chin vaguely. "Muee...spell...heem?" a brow arched to match the tone of his baffled voice.
His eyes finally wandered away from the journal and back to the false reality. He didn't realize it was dark already; the weather deceived him. It was common sense that nightfall meant chilly winds, but this wasn't the case. The temperature remained moderate throughout the time he had spend sitting there, playing with his electronic journal.
Anyway, his attention was interrupted by a particular person. Well... not a person. He had wings and golden hair... not like any person Yi had laid his eyes upon before. He looked almost heavenly because of the wings—with a particular restrained distress... or whatever that expression was. He stared and stared until he decided to finally speak. "You..." and he found himself at loss of speech. Why, yes. He had questions for the blond, but he was not at all prepared.
With hopes that what was said was set aside, he pushed himself up from the bench he had been sitting on, using his free hand to grab on the golden handle of his fan of raven feathers before gravity meets it. He quickly stuffed the tiny journal in his shirt out of habit—like how people of ancient times used to do. Sima Yi canted his head to a side, watching the other with mild amusement. "So it seems that you are not originated from here as well," he commented, a typical way of starting some sort of conversation. It was a good way to gather more information.
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At least his presence was ignored.. or else something would've really started. A bad one. Sima Yi was surely the type to lose himself faster than one could even say the word. He could only contain a certain amount of restraint before he loses himself. But this man, ah. Yes. He liked this man already. At least he now know that the people of this new world isn't low on manners, although that could be altered as he meets more people in Paixao.
"Ah, yes. I am not," he said as he moved towards the so-called 'Angel of the Hikari Clan.' As they were a few feet apart, he made a mental note that the other man was... much taller than him. But that didn't matter much. He shook that thought away as he leaned down, bowing slightly to the angel. "I am Sima Y-..Yi," the strategist said with hesitance.
Of course, a new world calls for new customs. Back in ancient China, he would absolutely not allow anyone to call him by 'Yi' unless it was by someone he knows personally... and a few Lords that could do or say anything they want to Sima Yi without his own approval. That, of course, became rather easy to get used to. It was also common sense. Most of the time, most of the people would call him Zhong-Da, his style name. But... here. He didn't care anymore. This was obviously not ancient China. The map proved it all.
When Sima Yi thought it was appropriate to resume his standing position again (since he had been bowed down), he stood his full height, noting again that Krad was STILL taller than him. It was almost irritating. ...Hell, everything was irritating now days in his point of view. His anger points has raised an amazing ten percent as he was stuck in such trickery of Zhuge Liang. But still, he had to keep himself as a whole here, for now. As that was the best thing to do for this situation.
However, the former strategist couldn't help but to question: "An Angel, you say?" his head canted to a side with awful curiosity. "From... the heavens?"
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As Krad took a step towards him, his eyes seemed to widen as he, by instinct, took a step back, watching the other carefully, especially that wing of his. Yi bowed his head down, his face darkening with the feathers of his fan, listening to the other still. Why, yes. He was used to this, bowing his head down to those he thinks is higher than him in superiority. Of course, in this case, Krad had a much more better chance to be the winner of the two.
"Ah... I see," he said, lowering his fan down to his side, revealing his pursed lips. He had no real emotion, just a spark of amusement in his eyes. "I does not seem that any of your given family is not here aside you, however." He paused to fan himself vaguely. "It almost appeared as if there is... another motive."
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"Ah, that is correct. I arrived to this... Paixao without any I know by my side. I have not any idea what could have possibly be the answer." And that was the truth. Sima Yi, for once, could not bring any theories together to make the reason why he was brought here. "..Perhaps it was fate," he insisted, tapping his fan vaguely on his free hand out of habit. "Perhaps the Heavens insisted us here for a hidden mission... though I have no proof of that theory whatsoever."
Sima Yi stopped, looking slightly throughtful again. "However, if someone is behind this besides God himself, I will surely force them to repay in advance," and his expression darkened to support what anger might be within him.
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Sima Yi took a look up at the 'sky,' noticing a difference right off the bat. This wasn't the same sky. With all knowledge of stars and prophecy, he knew that these stars did not shine naturally. It was just there. Visible, but not shining. He frowned more deeply, turning around facing away from the winged man, giving the other a side glance. "It was a pleasure meeting you, Lord Krad," he said, giving a little head bow for emphasis. "I am afraid I must take my leave as my interest in.. Paixao has increased in mass. May we meet again." And he started away, fanning himself freely from the humid air.