ext_260385 ([identity profile] ora-serrata.livejournal.com) wrote in [community profile] paixaorpg2006-06-22 12:35 pm

OM NOM NOM NOM POPE!BALLS [complete]

Character(s): Sima Yi and Corinthian.
Content: In which Sima Yi wants a job. In which the Corinthian wants to eat Sima Yi's eyes. In which someone does not get what they way DDD:.
Setting: Morem o Lisboa
Time: Wednesday Night
Warnings: ... none... yet, but if you look at the subject line, we may have to add some later DDDDD:



The most disconcerting thing about this Paixao was slow transporation. The Corinthian found himself walking for quite a long time in the Waking world. He had originally meant to simply walk into the Dreaming and back out at the appropriate place. However, that had not worked, so he had walked. Which wasn't to say it was a bad thing, the Corinthian did enjoy the Waking world far more than the Dreaming. Everything was more.

What is it that he had overheard at the Wake? That talking to Dreamers was like talking to zombies. Something like that. The Dreaming was always muted, and as monochromatic as this Paixao was, it at least - was awake.

Everyone looked the same, and he felt his interest in blue eyes and blonde hair waver. It was as if they were all the same flavor of gumball, very unappealing. He didn't hunger like mortal men, which was lucky, or he would be starving by now. Instead it was just a brief gnawing of hunger on the inside of his skull, a want more than a need.

Morem o Lisboa, room 211, the 'Sima Yi' had said. He'd come to his destination, then, as the sign read 'Morem o Lisboa' a hotel of sorts. Interesting indeed.

Ignoring the other patrons and the staff he simply walked in and found the stairs. Two would probably be on the second floor, if this was anything like the hotels he had visited. Or the hotel he had rented out, that one time... well, he hadn't. These memories were quite confusing when they were and weren't his.

211.

"...Is anyone about?" He called out, rapping on the wood with his knuckles.


[identity profile] agilely.livejournal.com 2006-06-22 05:41 pm (UTC)(link)
"...Is anyone about?"

The voice was almost vibrant to his ears, eyes snapping away from the journal he had been studying for quite some time now. His knowledge of such doubled ever since he last used it, maybe even tripled. Why, his ability to learn things vastly than a regular human being is also useful when one was dragged into a completely different dimension. The former strategist was extremely lucky that God had given him such wisdom.

Sima Yi pushed himself from the soft cushions of the bed, grabbing his feathered fan on the night stand on the right of the bed out of habit. It was the same back in China... except, the fan would be found on top of him in the morning. He would work so hard that when he came back to his quarters, he'd go straight to sleep. The only thing he'd remember was to take off his metal helmet (which he doesn't have anymore, by the way.)

Straightening his purple robes, he stepped towards the door, where a visitor seem to be standing outside. Yi placed his free hand on the knob and twisted it (which he learned from earlier. They didn't have door knobs back in the day) and pulled it towards him. The door opened and he came face to face with Corinthian. With slight confusion, he positioned his fan so that it was covering an amused smirk upon his lips; his eyes closed as he bowed down the top part of his body in respect. "Good evening, mister...?"

[identity profile] agilely.livejournal.com 2006-06-23 01:57 am (UTC)(link)
"Ah, so you are Mr. Jack," he said, more to himself than to the older man. Yi moved to the left, making room for 'Jack' to come in. His free hand welcomed Corinthian. "Please, come in," he assured, lifting his gaze upon the other once again.

Slightly his right eye twitched: a bad omen. As his expression, for a split second, turned into a frown and back to a calm, content one, he brought the fan against lips, covering his smirk. "I did not expect you to come this late at night, Mr. Jack," he said honestly. Things like this would've been easily predicted if he could read the stars... which does not exist here.

[identity profile] agilely.livejournal.com 2006-06-23 12:49 pm (UTC)(link)
Surely something was up. Sima Yi could almost see through the plan too easily. However, what the man want from him? He was unsure of, but the ideal thought is, Yi play along, and react at the final minute. For such a bright person as Sima Yi, this plan was rather... dull and risky. He had nothing to lose. "But of course, my lord." He remembered that he didn't have to call the other by the formalities, so he quickly corrected himself. "Or rather, Mr. Jack."

When he felt that he finally had control over his smirk, he removed the fan away from his mouth and to his chest, vaguely fanning himself. "Though it is rather ironic to discuss private matters in the public, Mr. Jack. Almost suspicious, I would say."

Well, that didn't take too long before he brought the fan back above his mouth, snickering this time.

[identity profile] agilely.livejournal.com 2006-06-25 12:04 am (UTC)(link)
"A whim it is then, Mr. Jack," he agreed without much thought to it, which was rather strange for him. Perhaps he was underestimating this man, whom he may deem as his enemy if any suspicious thought came to mind. With a Chinese man running about from a totally different world and timeline, trusting anyone may be a long progress for him.

"Shall we leave? The sooner we get this over with, the better."

[identity profile] agilely.livejournal.com 2006-06-26 12:29 pm (UTC)(link)
Sima Yi bowed once more before heading out the door, a tad nervous. Anyone would be. Everything just added up to become more suspicious than it should be... or should it? At this point, the strategist was too puzzled to conclude.

"...What?" Yi found himself saying as he was not ready for the question. Well, that was a bit too sudden. He landed his gaze upon his fan and smiled. "It is just a fan, Mr. Jack."

[identity profile] agilely.livejournal.com 2006-06-26 12:50 pm (UTC)(link)
[ ROFL MADE A TYPO. ]

Of course people like him 'just carries a fan'! Most strategist known to ancient China tends to have a fan, although the special powers within them vary from people to people. His just happens to be dark magic arts. And his rival, Zhuge Liang? He was almost his polor opposite. Instead the fan being black, it was white, and he performed white magic.

Figures that someone from ancient China wouldn't blend in too easily; he made that mistake.

"I thank you," he smiled again, but continued walking, without turning his head back once. "Though, it would not be just 'nice' when needed to be."

[identity profile] agilely.livejournal.com 2006-06-27 11:22 am (UTC)(link)
Sima Yi tried to play along with the other man. By now, it was almost obvious that this Jack didn't only want to discuss about a job offering. He must stay on guard, but the only weakness he has being here is; He doesn't know what modern people want. Back then, it was usually for land, power, or wealth. Now..? He didn't even want to take a guess.

He stepped out the door and tilted his head up to the sky, frowning at the artificial stars. "Indeed it is, however," Yi paused to look at 'Jack'. "It would be nicer if everything was natural."

[identity profile] agilely.livejournal.com 2006-06-28 03:47 pm (UTC)(link)
Sima Yi looked puzzled. "Dollars?" he asked, head tilted at an angle. "I assume that is the currency used here. That is fine with me."

He turned his body around so that his entire being was facing the other. "What jobs do you have to offer again?"

[identity profile] agilely.livejournal.com 2006-06-29 03:06 pm (UTC)(link)
The strategist resisted the urge to prod at the glasses as it darkens in shade, making him wonder what in God's name does that help one's eye sight. Sima Yi's brow furrowed before lifting his right eye brow in all curiosity.

"Collection? Collection of what, if I may inquire?"

[identity profile] agilely.livejournal.com 2006-06-30 02:14 am (UTC)(link)
Oh yes. This man was surely hiding something. He was merely avoiding his question! Sima Yi frowned, bringing his fan towards his chest while waving it slowly. "Interesting, I suppose," he raise a questioning brow once again. "And you want me to sort out your collection?"

[identity profile] agilely.livejournal.com 2006-06-30 02:35 am (UTC)(link)
Sima Yi's eyes followed the knife, feeling terrified deep inside, though his emotions showed absolutely nothing but confusion. "A dagger?" he asked. "...Would that not hurt you?"

[identity profile] agilely.livejournal.com 2006-06-30 03:14 am (UTC)(link)
"Hm," and he shrugged the topic off. "I suppose you did not drag me out here just to watch the stars and play with your... dagger, Mr. Jack." His patience for this man was wearing out. He wanted to know if he would get the job or not soon, because of course, all of this nonsense was only wasting his time and sleep.

[identity profile] agilely.livejournal.com 2006-06-30 11:18 am (UTC)(link)
For a moment, Sima Yi's eyes widen in shock. A person collecting... "...Eyeballs?" he questioned, taking a step back as he eyed the knife. "I suppose that is what the dagger was f--," and he was cut off by the steel landing upon his cheek.

You'd expect a man like him to cower away, but he didn't. Instead, the strategist began to chuckle, taking a step back away from the steel despite the risk of doing so. "Why, I could not possibly be more surprise, Mr. Jack. How would you go about getting mine?" A taunt.

[identity profile] agilely.livejournal.com 2006-07-02 01:56 pm (UTC)(link)
Indeed, Sima Yi was only a mere mortal. However, his thought of being higher than anyone else refuses him of being scared whatsoever. Tch, scared isn't even in his vocabulary. Not yet. After going through Paixao, he now knew that he had seen everything, if not only a dream. Besides, he knew someone that ate eyes.

Ah, yes. Xiahou Dun. The mighty cousin of his former lord, Cao Cao. He was shot in the eye with an arrow by an enemy general, and pulled out the arrow along with his eye. Dun said, 'Essense of my father, blood of my mother, I cannot throw this away!' and ate it.

Of course, Sima Yi was disgusted by the fact that he ate it, but it was noble of the man, so he choose to ignore it. This seems to be a man who lives on eating eyes. Yes, disgusting indeed. But he need not show any fear. "I am afraid I cannot do that, Mr. Jack. My eyes are precious to me, as it is for anyone else. I suggest you to hire another... victim, if I could say."

[identity profile] agilely.livejournal.com 2006-07-03 12:59 am (UTC)(link)
Well, Sima Yi's patience finally reached its limits. With one hand fisted and the other tightly clenching upon his fan-handle, so tight that he was shaking at his sides, he growled loudly. "You fool!" he exclaimed as he pointed the tip of his fan to his now rival, feathers glowing a faint purple. The fact of the matter was: he was resisting from using his magic. "Of course I am in need of my eyes! I believe the both of them are required for them to work properly, imbecile!"

[identity profile] agilely.livejournal.com 2006-07-03 11:24 pm (UTC)(link)
Why yes, purple. That had been his initial color for some odd reason. It had always been his favorite too; the combination of the darker shades of purple and blue. It just seemed very... appealing to him, despite what everyone else perfers: blue.

Anyway, at least the other man still have some reason in him. He gave a frustrated sigh before replying: "You may be correct, however, a strategist such as myself would need my eyes, as some underdogs may not," he spat, the glow fading to nothingness on his fan. When it seemed to be back to normal, he fanned himself slowly with it. "Now if you may excuse me, Mr. Jack, I have more important matters to attend to."