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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Yuki Eiri's brilliant gold eyes narrowed behind opaque shades as he gazed up at the large gates. For all intents and purposes, it looked more like one of those pretentious carnivals than anything, considering the short queue outside and the booths that were just outside said gates.

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.

"Hm~" A pair of sunglasses were tugged out of a pocket and placed carefully on the bridge of his nose. Better, and his hands searched his jean pockets. Aha! There it was, his swiss army knife. Red, with the basic seven or so functions. Never leave home without it, not only was it useful for things like opening bottles of wine, but he could easily remove an eye or two with the small blade.

"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?

Yuki watched absently as the stranger took out a swiss army knife from his pocket, and paused, slightly unnerved as the other man turned to face him. Even through the shades the stranger wore, he had the entirely-too-disturbing feeling that the man was staring straight at him.

Through him.

Once again, the strange tingle of apprehension flared within Yuki once again, moreso by the fact that he could not quite see his eyes.

And another thing. Was he talking to himself? Yuki was close enough to hear the words, and it did not make much sense at all.

Well, to him, at least.

Although one thing was certain; when one spoke to himself, chances were that the individual was not sane at all.

Or perhaps he was some kind of ventriloquist, which would probably make more sense. Hell, this was probably some kind of messed up theme park, and the man was probably missing his puppet, or something.

It didn't answer the all-important question of how the hell he managed to get here, of all damned places, but it would do. For now.

Despite the apprehension that tingled through him, Yuki approached the larger man, making sure to keep a safe amount of distance between them in case he really was a lunatic of some kind. "Excuse me, do you work here?"

..work here?

He almost laughed, almost. It seemed this fellow had no idea what was going on either. Pity, that meant there was nothing to be learned. The Corinthian 'met' Yuki's eyes, finding the particular shade of amber rather enticing. Wouldn't want to put the other off, not yet anyway.

"Sorry?" He asked, pleasently enough, "...Not to my knowledge."

The other looked startlingly normal. Well, compared to the overcheerful woman from the booth and... a glance around. Was everyone here blonde? Well, including Mr. Amber Eyed there.

Well. At least the man sounded normal enough. Normal being used in the loosest possible way here; there was still that tiny little issue of him speaking to himself, but he dismissed that for now.

People had some of the weirdest quirks sometimes, and considering he had spent his life associating with a few of the aforementioned individuals, Yuki was quite prepared to overlook that trait for a moment in favour of a more pressing issue.

Where was he and what was he doing here? And if this man didn't work here, then what was he doing here as well?

"I see," Yuki responded, finding himself committing the annoying little habit of searching out the other man's eyes, even though he had an odd feeling that the other man was staring straight at him. He had often hated it when other people seemed to peer at him a little too intently whenever he was in shades, and here he was, doing the exact same thing.

Reaching into his pocket, he was silently relieved to feel the familiar form of the cigarette pack. Fishing one out, he placed it to his lips and dug in his other pocket for a lighter, lighting it up swiftly.

Inhale, exhale. Think.

"If you're not working here....then you're here for...?" It was not in his nature to pry, but desperate situations called for desperate measures.

That was a good question. The Corinthian turned it around in his head, attempting to find the right words. If this was a person, as he assumed it was, then it would be best not to... delve into details. His predecessor had been an expert at deceiving mortal beings.

"...I'm not quite sure. I was on my way somewhere and then I was here." Was the best reply. And it was very much true. Only he had been out and about in the Dreaming, not the Waking World like he was right now.

There was definitely something prickly about this man. The way he held his shoulders and his words. Definitely not the warm cuddly type. If he was still a serial killer (or, if he was following in the footsteps of one) he would not have picked this man for a victim. Too ... well, too something. He wasn't sure what.

Yuki frowned at the other man’s answer; it was frighteningly similar to the way he had ended up here, and he briefly wondered if this was some kind of pocket dimension, or something. As soon as the thought occurred to him, he fought the urge to roll his eyes. He had definitely been reading too much science fiction. There must be some way to explain this. ….whatever this is.

The other man seemed somewhat pleasant, and Yuki relaxed, just a little. From what he could see, the strange man did not seem too affected by his sudden displacement. Well, at least he wasn’t annoying, unlike a few assorted individuals he could think of.

Taking another slow drag of the cigarette, getting his thoughts in order, Yuki finally looked away, a tad bit unsettled despite the man’s outwardly tranquil disposition. Glancing around, he absently noted that almost everyone here were almost all blonde and pale, which disturbed him slightly.

Did they practice inbreeding here?

“It doesn’t bother you…?” Yuki asked evenly, his sharp eyes still scanning his surroundings. For all intents and purposes, Yuki Eiri was not very happy with what he saw. If this was not an elaborate trick, then what was this? Was this really a city, just like what the girl had said earlier?

There were more bothersome things in the world. For one, having the Dreaming crumble under his feet, watching the Furies kill... any and everything. Even the Lady Death could be terrifying when she wished it, which wasn't very often, thankfully. This was just a bit disconcerting, as he had never been so displaced before, in either of his lives.

"...Not yet," his smile flattened out a little. If this situation persisted it would be bothersome. He did not want to be a... disappointment to the Lord Dream and end up being uncreated again, that was an unpleasent feeling. And there was some other part of him that was loathe to the idea that he would be a disappointment. Perhaps, pride.

"...does it bother you?"

Catching the slight flattening of the smile on the other man's face, Yuki looked him over as he took his time to respond.

Yuki took yet another lazy drag of his cigarette before exhaling a thin stream of smoke through slightly parted lips. The other man was an enigma in himself, and he wondered at the mysteries this particular man seemed to hold within him.

As relatively normal as he looked, the young man instinctively knew that there was something not quite...right about him. Perhaps it was the way he spoke? He couldn't quite put his finger on it yet, but this man was the first person he knew in this strange city, and that meant that he had to play nice. Or at least attempt to get along.

"Not really," he lied easily; no real point telling the other man how off-balance he felt. "What's your name, by the way?"

It was not that Yuki was overly interested; it would just be weird if he had to keep calling him "hey". And as far as things went, it looked like he was going to be hanging around the strange man for a while, at least.

Well. Worse things have happened; he could have been stuck with one of his psychotic stalkers, and it was a small blessing that this man didn't look like he was going to jump his bones, or anything.

Ah, the name. A name had a lot of power, it was a definition and eventually how people defined. The Corinthian wondered if his true name would be a bit of a hassle. Certainly, when the gate-woman had offered his choices they had been... unlike the names he was used to. He was used to Cain, Abel, Eve, Dream, Morpheus, old names with powers. And he had no name, just a title.

"...you can call me Jack."

It was a bit of a joke, really. Jack the Ripper, a serial killer who had only killed five women, but he had made the papers and was a legend. His other self had thought to aspire to that level of infamy. He had no such goals.

"May I inquire as to your name?"

Jack, huh.

With a simple nod of acknowledgement, the blonde responded evenly, without losing a beat. "Yuki."

Tilting his head slightly, he regarded the other man almost absently. "You're not from Japan, are you?"

"...Afraid not, you are?" With a name like Yuki, it was probable. Not like he'd spent much time in Japan. It wasn't really his sort of place, though he was fond of some of their culture.

"I'm from London." He added as an afterthought.

"I'm from Japan," Yuki affirmed before he glanced over at the man, unconsciously focusing on the dark shades. It was night time here, for fuck's sake, and the reason why the man was wearing shades at this time mystified him.

Yuki himself wore it in the off-chance that he wouldn't be noticed by the hordes of women who seemed to be lapping up his books with unbridled enthusiasm. That particular theory had yet to be proven effective, but hell, that was not the point here.

Was Jack famous, as well? If he was from London....he racked his brain, trying to think of a celebrity with a shock of white hair that went by the name of Jack.

Coming up with none who fit the description, Yuki simply dismissed it. "Well then," he said at length, trying not to scowl at the strange city he had been so unceremoniously deposited into. "What are you going to do now?"

Fortunately, the Corinthian had no such problem with women. This might be rather unfortunate for Yuki, however, depending on which way the cookie crumbled. Or the eyes popped, one of the two. He preferred the latter, but most liked cookies. The Corinthian found most cookies too sweet.

"...Maybe get a drink." That sounded reasonable. He wasn't one for panicking, and there wasn't much to panic about anyway right now. So he would go, get a drink, maybe see what could be done and then reevaluate his position. "...care to join me?"

Oh, the Corinthian positively beamed at Yuki.

It was a safe bet to say that Yuki Eiri was just a little bit disturbed by the sheer size of that smile, and he had the strange, fleeting thought of simply walking away and never think on it again, but the thought was just what it was: fleeting.

Seeing that he was drawing a blank as to the appropriate course of action to take at the moment, Yuki simply acquiesced, but not before giving Jack an odd look. He was a strange one, all right, but he was thankful that he was not annoying, and did not have an infuriatingly grating voice.

"Why not?" He replied blandly. He could definitely do with a drink, and maybe he - they could come up with something over a serious amount of alcohol. He glanced around at the strange buildings, his mouth tightening involuntarily. "Any idea where to find a bar?"

Ah, there was that. He had no idea, but eyed the silver thing, it looked much like ... a modern day slim computer of sorts. He'd briefly dabbled with one, though it had been a success mostly thanks to Lucien.

"No idea. Any idea what this is?"

He waved the thing at Yuki, before flipping it open. His eyebrows rose a little as it 'booted up'. How odd, it really was like a small computer. A bit of fiddling on his part gave him the journal part, maybe if he pushed this or that... "...Quite interesting, this Paixao place."

His attention drawn back to the device he had been given at the gate earlier, Yuki looked down at his own for a brief moment. "It's some kind of journal, as far as I know."

Looking over at Jack's electronic device, he made a grudging sound of agreement at the other man's last statement. He knew that the city Paixao did not exist anywhere on the map, and entertaining the thought of being sucked through a dimension was just too far-fetched, although he was beginning to believe it.

Somewhat.

"Think there's a map inside?" He continued idly, dropping his cigarette butt to the ground and crushing it under his heel. If everyone had these things here, then it would only be correct to assume that other uses besides being a journal.

Feeling more like a bloody tourist than anything, Yuki flipped open his own journal and started it up, taking a few brief moments to get used to the configurations.

A map. He looked down at it and tapped a few more buttons. It yieled another person's journal, and then another. And... interesting. He'd have to see who else he 'knew' here as it appeared someone he knew might be here.

"...ah. Here." the Corinthian said outloud as he scrolled down the map's page. Odd, very odd, this Paixao. What was here besides some buildings? It was an island, and he wondered what kept people here. Business? Or something else. Ah, no matter.

Death knows that making a child wait is a very foolish thing to do, but Del is not exactly a child and this is very important so what she is doing right now should not be too foolish. Well, at least she hopes so. With the queer yet comforting sound of many wings fluttering, Death finds herself standing right in front of the very person, being, she was looking for. While her hand is still holding Del's and her body is facing The Corinthian, her attention is on a smiling face button pinned on the left of her tank-top that she is fiddling with so that it is not tilted. Satisfied, she lets out a gleeful, "there you go!" before looking up at the being standing before her.

"Ahh, Corinthian!" she exclaims as if she had not expected it. "There is a list of things that I need to find for Del, perhaps you can help us?" she asks, then turns toward her little sister so that she would not feel left out, "We need to find a sugar cone, Barnabas, a soft thing and a lord and a lady."

She doubts whether The Corinthian can help or not, but having more familiar faces around is nice, not to mention that she feels the need to keep an eye on this particular creation of her brother's. She just hopes that Del agrees with her on this since a brooding Del might be far worse than a brooding Dream. Of course, she does not forget to throw a smile at Yuki and slipping in a "Hi there, Eiri, nice to see you here," to the man beside The Corinthian.

Yuki's attention was diverted from his journal to a pale, almost otherworldly beautiful young woman who had come up to them, with the strangest of...individuals in tow.

Brightly coloured and somewhat mismatched, the young man had the strange feeling of...bursting confusion, maybe? Things were just getting stranger and stranger lately, and he was still amazed that he hadn't yet walked away from it all, settle down in a little cafe somewhere, and figure things out for himself.

Nevertheless, he had watched quietly as the taller woman addressed Jack almost genially, and said something about Del and a list of other things that were stranger than the last.

Perhaps the brightly coloured young lady was this...Del?

And speaking of names, why did the dark-haired woman call him Corinthian? Was his full name Jack Corinthian then? Ah, that would probably make more sense.

It was an odd name, but in the midst of all the strangeness that surrounded him at the present moment, it was relatively normal, indeed. His thoughts, however, ground to a halt when the woman said his name. He was no stranger to concept of unfamiliar women knowing his name, but the only ones who used 'Eiri' in such a familiar way were family members - and of course, Tohma.

Ah heck, she was probably another fan of his works. And if she was indeed a fan, this indeed meant that he had not just jumped dimensions and ended up here. It had been a ridiculous notion, dimension-hopping, but it was just like trying not to think about pink elephants. Once it got stuck in your head, it tended to stay there

His gaze immediately fixed on hers, Yuki was silently proud of the fact that despite his shock, not very much of that particular emotion was displayed on his face. "Are you one of my readers?"

There was definitely a ... what? Sort of moment for the Corinthian. Lady Death, how unusual, and with Lady Delirium in tow. He was far more likely to see the Lady Delirium, he assumed, because she tended to wander more. For both of them to be here, quite unusual indeed.

Then he was addressed, a long list of what seemed random items was offered up, so he smiled in return. Oh, Dream had done a good job recreating him to be an errand boy. He could fetch people, dreams, anything if asked properly. Not nearly as selfish as his previous self.

"... is there a specific soft thing you're seeking? And a good day to you, Ladies."

It wouldn't do to have Yuki flip knowing that he was talking to Death. Mortals tended to do that and he still wanted a piece of those lovely amber orbs. Just a taste even would be nice.

Death tries very hard to stop herself from laughing at Eiri's question but a chuckle escapes her lips so she gives him a sincere smile to, hopefully, counter her laughing. "No, dear, although I would love to be one day," she hopes that he does not feel insulted by her actions.

She then switches her attention to The Corinthian, who has asked her a question, ...is there a specific soft thing you're seeking? And a good day to you, Ladies. She nods as an acknowledgement to his greeting, opening her mouth to reply to him when Del cuts her off by giving the nightmare a description of the soft thing she is looking for, uHm, liKe so bIg and a taiL liKe baRnabaS~

"Uhm, yeah, what Del said," she confirms, sounding more like a twentysomething rather than a billionsomething that she is. She turns to her little sister, "Will you promise you'll go back once you meet soft thing and get sugar cones, dear?" she crouches and looks up at Del again, "please?"

Far from offended, Yuki watched as she addressed Jack and the other one he knew as Del. They made a very strange group, indeed. If she wasn't a fan, she had most probably heard of him. Yes, that was probably it.

His attention, for the moment, was diverted to Del, who had been talking about looking for an array of things. Just what, exactly, was a soft thing who had a tail like Barnabas?

Was he in some kind of twisted treasure hunt?

Ah. Well, that was certainly a vague answer, but he had a knack for finding things. More than a knack really, though he wasn't always the quickest, especially if he got distracted with... other things. The Corinthian turned the idea over in his head.

"...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?"

He didn't expect there to be, but for the sake of conversation it would be nice. Out of the other of his 'eye' he kept tabs on Yuki. This 'Paixao' place looked like far more of a fruitful accident than he would have estimated.

She didn't want to go back. There were so many newnew things she could do here. And if Mr. Eyeball was here maybe she could do funfun things. Or maybe he would let her make frogs. It had been a while since she had made frogs, and they were some of her favorite because they hoppitied and everything.

"...oH! misTer miSter!" She changed her attention to Yuki, however, because he was different. Well, not really different in a not-average-way but different because he wasn't like her sister or Mr. Eyeball. "uHm... do yOu liKe chErRy ice crEam or eLephant ice cReam beTter?"

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