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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.

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"...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...?"

This was Sima Yi? The Corinthian raised an eyebrow, a finger going to the bridge of his nose to adjust his sunglasses. Hn. Well, his eyes weren't blue, which was nice. Hardly ugly either. All and all a good outcome.

"...Mr... Sima Yi?" He inquired, as carefully as he would upon meeting a Lord or Lady. He was amused by the fan, however, but chose not to comment upon its appearance.

"We... ah, 'spoke' over these journals? I'm Jack," The Corinthian waved the electronic journal idly. He wasn're sure as to the best way of carrying the blasted thing yet. It was just too big to fit in his pocket.

"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.

"...care to take our matters... out doors? Tonight is such a nice night. Gorgeous, in fact."

And he smiled, pleasently. He could play nice if he was asked to, or if he had to. The Corinthian made sure that his expression was non-threatening, it was a practiced motion.

"Why shut ourselves away indoors?"

Besides, outdoors people would mind less if there was... commotion. Though, judging from Sima Yi's appearance and (a fan? What?) it would be too much of a problem.

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.

Smile. Well, of course it was suspicious. The Corinthian might be able to navigate humanity with some sort of grace, but subtly was not always his strong suit. He had little patience for waiting for his prey.

"...perhaps. Call it a whim, would you?"

It didn't matter, indoors or out. Out was just so much nicer. He'd gotten away from killing people in bathtubs, there just wasn't enough room to really stretch out and enjoy.

"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."

"After you," The Corinthian waved a hand, indicating that Sima Yi should leave before him. He'd follow, of course, like a good gentleman a step behind. This was all going rather well. Though the fan still puzzled him, so he decided to inquire about it.

"...do you find the weather too hot, Mr. Yi?"

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."

Just a fan. The Corinthian smiled.

"Right, it's a very nice fan." Was his reply, hands sliding into his pockets. Because people carried fans like that with them places. Of course, not many people were named Sima Yi and looked like that either. He headed down the stairs of the hotel jauntily, resisting the urge to whistle.

[ 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."

That was an interesting thing to say. The Corinthian gave the fan another look before literally shrugging it off and replacing it with a smile. He held the door of the hotel open for Sima Yi and waved a hand.

"...nice night out, isn't it?"

He tried to keep conversation light and relaxed.

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."

The Corinthian followed Sima Yi's gaze. Stars. How odd to even bother with artificial stars when it was clear that they were really really quite fake. Oh well.

"...If you think so. Natural is a point of view." He said jovially, "You probably don't accept dollars as payment, do you?"

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?"

The Corinthian adjusted his glasses, looking Sima Yi over again. It was hard to tell with his shades but his eyes stayed mainly on the man's face.

"I'm a collector of sorts, you see. I was hoping you could help me with my collection."

Smile.

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?"

What kind of collection indeed. He supposed that saying 'I collect eyeballs' would not go over well. The Corinthian paused before answering.

"...an unusual on that is always needing tending."

Vague enough.

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?"

Well, maybe he was a bit obvious about his verbal footwork. The Corinthian thought subtly could be overrated. "...something like that." He pulled his swiss army knife out of his pocket, slowly, and flicked it open to being cleaning his nails.

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?"

The Corinthian continued to clean his nails. He examined them and then replied, "...hm? Oh, no, I'm very careful." Another smile was flashed at Sima Yi.

"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.

The Corinthian turned the knife point towards the ground and then waved it back up at Sima Yi's face... sort of. He tilted his head to the side, "Well I suppose not."

He agreed, and cracked his neck to the side, shifting away from Sima Yi a bit. "I collect eyes, Mr. Yi." The statement also brought about movement, letting his left hand arc towards the other man's face. The knife was in his right, and he delayed for a second before swinging that hand in the other direction, towards Sima Yi's left eye. Downward angled, so he could slide the blade closer to the cheekbone and away from the actual orb itself. Wouldn't want to puncture the eye, just... loosen it up.

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.

Well that certainly wasn't the typical reaction. Part of the Corinthian's mind was taking a step back and reexamining Sima Yi. That wasn't a mortal reaction typically, though he had on rare occasion run across the delightful masochist.

"Usually I just take 'em. Unless you'd rather be so kind as to just give them to me?" He withdrew, a little, about a pace back but still close enough to strike if he wished to. There weren't any signs of Sima Yi being a demon or fae.. interesting. Ah well, that just added spice to life.

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."

The Corinthian was irritated. He wasn't used to going about this in this way anyway, but Sima Yi could have at least been properly afraid. For some reason that really changed the taste. Fear was something special, aggression only added a bit of perk.

"I can't imagine why you need your eyes. Do you need both of them?" It was more like easy banter than actual bargaining. The Corinthian was looking for another opportunity to strike. He could sacrifice one eye, he supposed if it would let him get both. Next time he was going to go straight through the right eye and into Sima Yi's skull.

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!"

...Purple.

The Corinthian would have lifted his glasses to examine the color had he not thought it would destroy his 'cover'. Instead he raised an eyebrow at the purple, glowing fan. That was highly unusual.

"...You know, many people get through life with one eye... or two. In fact, some are born without them. You kow what they say about oracles and their eyes, afterall. The Gods speak clearer and let them see more."

He laughed then.

"But they're entirely wrong."

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."

The Corinthian shrugged, "Well I see that we won't be able to come to an agreement, then." It was unfortunate, but he supposed he could always get his eyes from somewhere else. A local resident might be nice, they were always more... willing. Comfortable. And fear would be there which was always nice.

"...fair you well, Mr. Yi."

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