paixaorpg | Eye for an Eye [closed]

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Eye for an Eye [closed]

Character(s): The Corinthian, Death, Delirium, Yuki
Content: ~~EATING EIRI'S EYES YAY~~ The Corinthian arrives to Paixao. And stuff.
Setting: Jotunheim
Time: Monday night
Warnings: None... YET

If he had stepped onto the streets of New York, no one would have paid him another look. Tall, but not so tall that he was looked at strangely, with a shock of white hair, but a disarming smile, he would have been an average guy. However, this was not New York and it even wasn't the London he had been intending to go to. The Corinthian, because that was what he was, no 'Jim' or 'Bob' or even 'Reshulandyels' for him, looked around thoughtfully. A finger went to his sunglasses, pushing them up higher on his face, before dropping to his side.

"...I seem to have made a misstep." he said outloud before eyeing the seemingly endless like of people who were standing in front of a... Gate? It looked much like one of those large arches Morpheus kept around his lair, impressive but hardly worth the time it took to construct them - though, Morpheus did have the excuse of being able to just -think- them into existence.

The Corinthian tilted his head to the side, and waited. There was a time when he might have been impatient and instead of waiting tore through the crowd. But they were mostly female, it seemed. Besides the fact that his... appetite would not be fixed by females, there was also an odd nagging feeling. For a brief moment the Corinthian entertained the idea that Morpheus had given him a metaphorical cricket to chirp whenever he was making a 'bad' decision. If he had been too petty and amoral then the Dream King had fixed that.

Though, he was still petty, he thought with a large smile.

The line of people moved slowly, shuffling up to a place where a person with a smile would greet, politely, and offer them a... rectangle. The Corinthian waited patiently, as it wasn't like he had other things to do, not right now, anyway. Finally his turn came and a cheerful girl (blonde) offered him one of those things.

"Welcome to Paixao, can I have your name?"

"...what kind of names do you usually get?" Typically, he wasn't against giving out his name, but it wasn't really a name, more like a title. He was The Corinthian, he was called The Corinthian but that was not what he was named. Lord Morpheus hadn't given him a name, but it might be fun to pretend for a while.

"...uhm, well, sometimes we get names like Bob, or Joe or Hikaru or even more unusual names." She offered with a smaller smile than before.

He smiled at her, with all his mouths, even if she couldn't see two of them. "I see, put me down as a Bob, then." He said jovially and then passed through the gate. Her eyes were rather pretty, but not really his type. Too bad, she seemed nice enough.

A city. There was a city past the Gate, a city that even as he searched his limited memory and that of his predecessor he didn't know the name of. The woman had said 'Paixao', and the name didn't ring any bells either. This was not the Dreaming, because he would have felt that. It had to be the Waking World, but...

"...interesting~" The Corinthian grinned. Oh, he was definitely as petty and easily amused as his predecessor.

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What???

Looking down at the little girl, Yuki took a moment to digest this question. Cherry or elephant ice cream? Was she joking?

If someone older had asked him something like that, he would've fired back with an exceedingly acidic response, but this girl didn't seem too old, and, well...

"Cherry ice cream." He really didn't want to think about elephant ice cream. Ever.

As a general rule, Yuki didn't very much like ice-creams. Well, unless they were strawberry. He was rather partial to strawberry shortcake, though...

I must be going insane, he thought numbly. I'm even taking shit like this in stride. Perhaps his brain was broken when he was dumped here, or something.

".....You?"

Cherry? She liked cherries too. Delirium had to think though, she'd never had elephant ice cream so she didn't know if she liked cherry better. Maybe she should just not answer the question.

"uHm,the chErry stoNes told me i'D be a kAngaroO when i gRow up." She said proudly, and then, "... i liKe bluEbeRry soda."

....Okay.

The little girl's last line was so bizarre and unexpected that Yuki gave up hope of ever understanding it. She was just like a Salvador Dali painting; random, surreal and all around incomprehensible.

Not quite knowing how to react to that - for the first time in his life - Yuki simply nodded. The little one's leap in conversation defied gravity, but it was somehow...endearing.

Yeah, his brain really was broken.

"Kangaroos, hm?" he mused, reaching for another cigarette. At this rate he was going to smoke the entire fucking pack before he knew it. "I've never tried blueberry soda before."

This was going on rather well, Delirium thought. She wrinkled his nose at his smoking though. Couldn't he make the smoke puffs into something more appealing? Her eyes crossed and she stretched out a hand, finger swirling through the smoke coming from the end of Yuki's cigarette. Just a little thread of smoke, and she started doodling frogs in the air.

Neon pink and violet frogs, to be exact.

"liKe a nicEst laDy i mAde her fRogs." Delirium explained.

"You made frogs?" Yuki asked, his eyes meeting her mismatched ones. He tilted his head slightly as he exhaled smoke away from the young girl. He was an asshole, but he was not that much of one to blow smoke directly into kids' faces, as strange as they came.

Second hand smoke and all that shit.

Trying not to wonder about how the talk of kangaroos and soda became lady and frogs, he decided to play along somewhat. Jack was positively sane when compared to this child. "Which lady did you make it for?"

"...tHe one at thE plaCe." Delirium said, like 'duh' at Yuki. She stopped playing with the smoke and turned her attention to the ground. It was nice ground, staying all level and not toppling them over. She didn't like it when ground decided to topple things over like all messy and everything. That would be... inconvenient to say the least.

"do yOu knoW a laDy?"

"I know plenty of ladies," Yuki murmured, a ghost of a smirk on his lips. "It all depends on which one you're talking about."

As a matter of fact, Yuki Eiri had a different woman in bed every week; so much so that he'd probably lost track of them. Ah, it didn't matter, anyway. The whores all only wanted one thing from him, and vice versa. It was nothing more than an...exchange; that was the way it always worked.

...I can try, though I'm new to this place and haven't had any time to figure out where anything is. We were looking for a place to find a drink, any suggestions? Death smiles brightly at The Corinthian, letting go of Del's hand so she can do whatever she wants for the meantime.

"I don't really, but I've found myself a drinking buddy for when I want to drink. I suppose he would know where to find a drink," she answers, then as an afterthought, "his name is Jack, too!" She winks at The Corinthian. She turns her attention to Del and Eiri as they seem to be getting along quite well. Interesting how a man like Eiri could find the patience to actually go along with Del's line of thinking.

I know plenty of ladies, It all depends on which one you're talking about. The smile is still on her face, but now it is subdued and rather sad; she knows what he means. "You both seem to be getting along, and you, Eiri seems to get around quite well, huh?"

The Corinthian shifted. There was disappointment etched on his face for a moment. He'd completely lost any chance with Eiri's eyes. Cigarettes, he wondered (for some odd reason) if he could smoke one out of his eye.

"...I see." A bit of a bad pun there, "Shall well walk and talk at the same time? Lost time can't be replaced by lost ground."

Oblivious to Jack's plans for his eyes, Yuki turned back to both him and the young woman as he heard his name.

Addressing the young woman with a simple nod, he responded evenly. "She's....interesting. And getting around comes with the territory, I suppose." He paused for a few moments, and quietly realized that she pulled off the Goth look very well, although her seemingly warm and friendly personality contradicted that image a little. ...And was it his imagination, or did she look saddened for a moment there? "I never caught your name."

With a nod at Jack, he simply commented, "Walking to a bar, then?"

She's....interesting. And getting around comes with the territory, I suppose. Death nods in regard to Eiri's reply, her smile a little brighter as she sees no point in wallowing in sadness; she has had her share of that in the past anyway. Dealing directly with humans for a very long time has its advantages and one of them is that she can guess what is going on behind their minds just by looking at their expressions. While she cannot exactly read minds like Del, her guess is almost always correct.

She lets Eiri check her out while sporting an amused smirk, trying to hold in the chuckles, I never caught your name. He is interesting enough to actually hold a conversation with Del, and he does not seem to be the type to get freaked up over meeting her and scamper for his life. Deciding that there is no need to conceal her identity from this man, Death replies, "I am Death, and this is Delirium," she gestures to her little sister.

Not giving Eiri time to comment on her answer, she quickly turns to The Corinthian, "My drinking buddy is around Niflheim," she says while flipping open her journal and studying the map for a moment. Without looking at The Corinthian, "do you have anywhere you wish to go to? I can see several places where we can get a drink, but I don't know which to choose," then diverting her attention back to the nightmare, "distance is no matter, we don't really have to walk," a wink.

Niflheim. He eyed the journal in his hand, well, Niflheim wasn't so far. But travelling with others was not exactly his favorite thing to do. The raven wasn't so bad, but he was a bird and hardly considered an 'other' at times. "Niflheim, hm? I'll be taking my leave of you all then, to see what I can do about Lady Delirium's lord and lady."

The Corinthian gave an obliging nod. Death always made him uneasy, for all of her niceties and 'normal' demeanor. She hardly had the same presence as his Lord Dream, but all the same... she was Death, and she did know him, which was always inconvenient. He preferred people to ignore his nature for the most part.

Death and Delirium? Yuki digested that for a moment, the sheer bizarre nature of the names taking him by surprise. Who ever named their child Death? Or Delirium?

A look at the young woman's face clearly said that she was not pulling a fast one on him, and he simply raised an eyebrow. "Your parents must've hated you. They gave you two the strangest names." Bluntness, thy name is Yuki Eiri.

Turning to Jack, who had said something about going off on his way, he murmured with a simple shrug. "Not getting a beer?" It didn't matter to him either way if the taller man chose to leave or stay, but it would have been...well, vaguely acceptable if he had company. At least the man knew how not to get onto his nerves.

But then again, if he had things to do, then it was his business.

Lady Delirium? The honorific attached to that name was surprising, to say the least. If Jack was from London, then was Delirium some kind of...royalty, or something?

And speaking of Delirium, what the hell was a sugar cone? Was there even such a thing?

Your parents must've hated you. They gave you two the strangest names, she thought she made it unusually clear to this man as compared to what she tells others, but explaining is not something she has time for at the moment; she needs to get Del back home as quick as possible because this place is giving her the creeps, she lets out a chuckle, "Well, maybe they're just quirky!"

Niflheim, hm? I'll be taking my leave of you all then, to see what I can do about Lady Delirium's lord and lady. Death rather thinks that letting The Corinthian roam about without her brother around as a bad idea. The one standing before her is not exactly the same one who walked the streets of London eating people's eyeballs as snack, and Death finds herself unable to come up with any reason to object to him, "Uhm, sure..." she just hopes that her brother had made a wise decision when he decided to re-create this certain nightmare.

She then turns to her little sister who spoke, ...uHm, can we gEt a suGar coNe in niFlhoMe? Death is not so sure, but she figures that there is bound to be a candy shop around who would be willing to make one sugar cone for her. People tend to recognize her as a long lost friend or relative or even lover, and they like to give her things, so she just hopes that a certain candy shop owner would recognize her as such, "Yes, dear," and even if there is no candy shop around, she is sure that people around here consume sugar and she can make do with what she has, "we'll find a sugar cone, I promise."

As if to placate Death's fears, the Corinthian gave her a winning smile. He was hardly going to cause a ruckus, if he got hungry he'd make sure it was a private meal. Afterall, he did the large showy serial killer show once and it only ended up with him as a pile of sand (quite uncomfortable). Hands in his pockets the Corinthian turned to go.

"...I'll meet you there. But don't wait up for me if I don't." With a final wicked grin he left the three of them there, walking off across the city.

She clapped her hands together at the affirmative. Sugar cones! She wondered if she could put one in her pocket for later too. Only, she did that with a butterscotch once and it turned into a furry bug with forty-five legs. So maybe not.

"...uHm. oKay. i doN't have any pArents." She said solemnly at Yuki, giving him a rather serious look. Of course this was ruined when Delirium decided to rummage through her pockets to see if the furry bug was still there, only to discover she had no pockets and looked quite perplexed.

Yuki inclined his head ever so slightly as Jack went on his way, then turned his attention back to Delirium, who looked entirely too serious for a little girl.

No parents? That meant that they were orphans, probably? Not one to care overmuch about other's businesses, he watched curiously as the little girl searched herself, and was a tad bit confused as he saw the perplexed expression on her face.

What had she been looking for? A lost toy, perhaps? Calmly, he commented, his expression still carefully bland. "Did you drop something?"

Now that Jack was gone, he had to figure out what to do for the moment. It didn't look like he had very much of a choice right now, as much as he despised that fact. Perhaps he should just go along with the flow, find out more, then get out of this strange place and back to his world.

But for now...

Death does not like the smile on The Corinthian's face as he takes his leave. She does not like it one bit. Staring at The Corinthian's receeding back, she turns her attention back to Yuki and her little sister as Del looks perplexed about something. Del is not usually surprised about anything, even at things certain to surprise others. When she is confused though, it will usually lead to something bad.

She looks at her younger sister just as Yuki asks, Did you drop something? Furrowing her brow in worry, she caresses the bangs on the girl's face back, "What's wrong, Del?"

She felt something very wrong indeed. Not only was the furry thing missing, but there was something very off. Something very important and now she'd forgotten what it was. Her brother needed a watch dog, she decided. Maybe she'd make one out of mud... but there was something very sad about mud too.

"...forgot." Delirium says regrettably, "...suGar coNes?" But she did remember those.

Having already given up trying to catch onto Delirium's train of logic, he shrugged idly. Most children would've thrown a temper tantrum if they had realized that they had forgotten the very thing they had wanted to find, but Yuki was silently thankful that Delirium did not look like she was going to do that anytime soon.

Kids who did that generally irritated him to no end. "You were going to get that."

While Del appears as if she is regretting something, Death is rather glad that she has forgotten what it was that troubled her. Ignorance is bliss, after all, ...suGar coNes? Del asks her and she lets out a giggle, ruffling her little sister's hair affectionately, "of course! We should get on our way to look for this elusive sugar cone, hm?"

After taking Del's hand in hers, Death turns toward Eiri and offers him her other hand, "when I do this to other people it usually means another thing, but to you, it simply means 'hold my hand and let's go'" Death explains with a bright smile. "I do not mind walking either, but Del seems to be rather anxious about her sugar cone."

Yuki watched the two sisters interacting with each other for a moment, and he couldn't help but remember his own relationship with his sister Mika before- well, before.

They had been close, and his pet name for her had been Mikarin, and-

It's over. Don't think about it anymore.

Deciding to take his own advice, he shook it off, then stared down at Death's outstretched hand. Wait, had he even said that he would follow them?

Ah, what the hell. It couldn't hurt.

Death's words made no sense whatsoever; as far as he knew, a person holding out her hand could only mean one thing. Giving her an odd look, he stuffed his hands casually in his black pants as started walking. As pleasant and unannoying as Death was, he was not a touchy-feely person, and holding hands with someone in public - even in a backwater city like this - was not something he did.

"Yeah," he remarked with a simple shrug. He had yet to see what a sugar cone looked like; if it even existed, that was. "Let's go."

"go gO go~ we aRe going!" Delirium cheered. If she was going by herself she would have just turned all sparkly and let herself go. But that wasn't very nice for other people who wanted to come. So she held herself together, firmly fixating on the thought of sugar cones and her sister and maybe even the smell of What Was his Name That Guy's smoke.

It was very nice smoke.

The way Eiri turned away from her outstretched hand makes Death chuckle in amusement. Perhaps this is the real reason why so many people find themselves trapped deep within her sister's realm; because they reject those who offered them a hand. Smiling to herself at the thought, she places her free hand on her hips as she watches him stroll off, "Well, I was actually offering to just move ourselves over to where there are sugar cones instead of walking," she explains to his back.

go gO go~ we aRe going! She gives her little sister a nod, "yes dear, we will go as soon as this stubborn young man gets over his immaturity and take my hand," she says to Del although her words are meant for Eiri instead. She stretches out her hand for Eiri to take again, "it would be nice if you would keep Del from waiting."

Said stubborn young man froze in his tracks, gold eyes widening slightly at her strange words. Move themselves instead of walking? What kind of trick was that?

"yes dear, we will go as soon as this stubborn young man gets over his immaturity and take my hand,"

Mildly annoyed at her words, Yuki turned back and had already come up with an appropriately snarky response when he saw her outstretched hand once again. Curiosity - very naturally - had taken precedence over his irritation, and he stared at her for a moment. Taking a simple step towards her, the young novelist met her eyes squarely, thoughts whirring in his head. The things he'd seen before, the odd things they had said earlier...it all didn't make sense.

Or perhaps it all did, but Yuki simply didn't want to believe. "Who are you?"

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