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paixaorpg2006-06-11 01:27 pm
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Entry tags:
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.
Content:
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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However, that was not quite as important as the question that was burning in his mind at the moment. Just where the fuck was he?
He had been getting away from a couple of his obsessed female stalkers, and suddenly, poof! Here he was staring like an idiot at a large gate.
Most unbecoming, really.
His mouth was pursed in a thin line as he gazed around. Nothing. No other sign of civilisation save for this strange sort of...place.
What the hell...? The young writer was not predisposed to being in a daze, but this was an exception. The streets of Japan had disappeared, and either he was dreaming, or...well....
He didn't want to think about the alternative.
His bland expression darkening slightly, the young man ran a hand through golden blonde hair, suddenly aware of eyes on him. Of course, said eyes belonged to the women who were standing in line, and he graced them with a brief nod of acknowledgement despite his disorientation.
Deciding to join the queue to find out just where he was and how the hell he was going to get out of here, Yuki waited patiently, sharp eyes taking in every detail of the place.
The domed...place was like nothing he had ever seen before, and the large, empty lands were just unnerving, to say the least.
"Hello sir!" the young blonde chirped amiably when it came to his turn. "Welcome to Paixao!"
What? "What?" Oh, very eloquent, Eiri.
"Paixao," she repeated happily - a little too happily for his comfort. He had never heard of this place in his life, and a strange sense of foreboding crept into the edges of his consciousness. Paixao?
"Is this a theme park of some kind?" He asked sharply.
"Goodness, of course not!" The blonde seemed genuinely surprised at his sudden question. "It's a city!"
City?
This was bad. Very bad.
At Yuki's silence, she continued. "Your name please, sir?"
"Why?"
"We need to record your name. You know, for security purposes."
A short silence, then. "Yuki Eiri."
Looking almost pleased at his response, she nodded charmingly and handed him a brochure and what looked like some kind of tiny laptop.
Some kind of expensive doorgifts they had.
"Here's a brochure, and an electronic journal for your convenience," She said jovially as she waved him in.
Entering the gates, Yuki simply stood there, stunned speechless for the moment. If this was some kind of theme park - or a gimmick - it definitely did not look like one.
What it did look like was some kind of bizarre mix of Victorian era and strange fantasy imageries. Perhaps it was some kind of costume party?
Blinking, he removed his shades slowly, taking in the various sights and sounds. It looked to be entirely real, and the hard pinch on his arm was proof of that.
His gaze, however, was caught on a man not too far away from him, who looked entirely too happy to be here. Strange thing was, how did he manage to see anything when his eyes seemed to be closed?
This was getting stranger and stranger by the minute.
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"My Lord Shaper seems to be ...not near." His right 'eye' proclaimed in a voice slightly deeper than his own. Not that anyone could see his right eye talking, instead they might assume he had learned to throw his voice.
"Maybe he's busy." The Corinthian replied, to himself, and feeling eyes on him (probably delicious eyes, as he had the sneaking suspicion they were male) turned on his heel.
Oh~ How often did he get to dine on amber?