paixaorpg | Not falling for it. [COMPLETE]

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Not falling for it. [COMPLETE]

Character(s): Dib, Lucifer, Demyx
Content: Dib enters Paixao and meets the Devil hisself, of all ~~people~~ ...err... infernal beings. Demyx shows up and astounds everyone with his absent-mindedness.
Setting: Vanaheim gate area
Time: Tuesday2, noon
Warnings: Paranoia and dubious conspiracy theories

"GAAAAAAAAH!!!! HABAHRUAHAAHAAAA!?!?!?!!!!"

Dib was not feeling his most eloquent at the moment. However, after he got all his terrified, incoherent yelling out of his system, he calmed down enough to look around. What the...? He rubbed his eyes and looked again. Yep, that crazy dome thingie was still there. And he was still outside it. And not in Zim's base, where he had been a second before.

He was beginning to get the feeling that something was amiss.

Still glancing around furtively, Dib began walking towards the giant gates before him and the perky blonde lady who was standing at a booth just outside it. "Maybe I'm under the influence of a hallucinogen that Zim released as an aerosol," he muttered to himself. "No... this is to coherent of an image. But Zim must have done something..."

The morning rush of refugees had died down, so there wasn't really a line that Dib had to deal with. He walked up to the blonde and glared up at her, thoroughly unamused. "Okay, where am I?"

"Welcome to Paixao!!!!" the lady chirped, her grin so wide Dib was amazed she was able to squeeze the words out between her teeth. "Here's a journal and some informational pamphlets to help you as you enjoy our fine city!!" She thrust a small tablet and several pamplets in Dib's direction.

The young Membrane looked at the proffered items, at the lady's amazingly sunny face, then back at the items again. "I already have a laptop, see?" he said, holding open his long black coat to reveal his laptop strapped snugly to his back with a genuine-issue Swollen Eyeball Concealed Laptop Holster. Oh yeah, he was cool.

Smile smile smile. Didn't her face get tired? "Well now you have two!! Isn't that nifty?!!!" The tourist guide or whatever she was literally shoved the notebook and pamphlets into Dib's arms. "Now have a nice day!!!"

Wait a minute... Dib was putting the tablet into his pocket when he realized what was going on. "Ah-HAH!!" he cried, leaping onto the booth so he was at eye-level with the blonde. "I know what's going on here! This is obviously a pathetic holographic virtual reality that Zim created to fool me!" He leveled an accusing finger at the woman. "Well, I'm not falling for it this time, Zim! You hear me?!"

The lady didn't stop smiling, but now her grin was that of someone dealing with a clinically insane individual. "I'm not sure what you're talking about, sir!"

Dib snorted. "Oh please. You're the most pathetic, stereotypical excuse for a tourist guide I've ever seen. Only Zim could come up with a human as pathetic as this."

"Uh... what?"

Exasperated, Dib hopped down from the booth with a shake of his head. "Fine Zim," he said airily. "Whatever. Try and keep up the charade. It's not going to work." He stuck his hands in his pockets and began walking into the city. "I'll figure out how to get out of here soon enough. Just you wait."

Once inside, Dib looked up at the domes that soared above him and the array of buildings that crowded the streets. Well, he had to give Zim credit for architectural ingenuity, at least. Too bad the Irken wasn't nearly as original when it came to the people. Then again, Dib should have expected as much. With a haughty chuckle, Dib sat down on a low retaining wall surrounding aluminum grass and a bronze tree (that was an interesting touch on Zim's part) and proceeded to deconstruct the tablet the tourist guide lady had given him. It would be of more use once it was integrated with his own laptop.

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A few meandering steps towards the Gates (They really were excessive. What was the point of having an entry way so... decorated?) and Lucifer paused for a smoke. He didn't need to smoke, but it was always appreciated. The cigarette was lit with a match (He did prefer matches to lighters) and a long draw was his sigh of annoyance.

"...you know, I already conceded on the sunsets, and this is hardly your best work." He said, sort of towards the sky. Not like it really mattered, he could be 'talking to Hell below' and He would still hear it. He was that kind of bastard. This did bring his gaze, however, to a child playing with one of the journals. It was the first time that he had seen a person here not blonde and blue eyed (the thing with Duma didn't count as a person). Curiousity killed the cat, but the little rhyme says nothing about the devil. Lucifer made his way over.

Dib didn't look up as Lucifer walked over. In fact, he didn't even seem to notice; he was too busy splicing the wires in the jounal to make a rudimentary connector cable to his computer. The technology was simple enough, but lacking the proper tools it was taking Dib longer than normal.

A whiff of acrid smoke caused Dib to look up and spot Lucifer. "Ah, could you take that somewhere else?" he asked, one eyebrow raising. "The smoke can mess up the circuitry." Not to mention all the lovely health implications.

Lucifer took a long, deliberate drag of his cigarette. Instead of answering he peered down at Dib's work. Hm. Interesting enough, but hardly useful. "...I'm sure that won't be the largest of your problems." Lucifer replied, waving the hand holding the cigarette, indicating the Gates.

He was developing an irrational hatred/fixation for those Gates. It really wouldn't do to continue obsessing over them.

That was the understatement of the century. Dib's eyebrow inched even higher as his brain processed the available information. If he was in a virtual world created by Zim, that meant that everything here was potentially under Zim's control. Therefore, it was very unlikely this guy was here without a reason.

"What do you want?" he asked suspicously, waving away the smoke that had drifted near him. He hoped that virutal smoke couldn't give him cancer. It wasn't real, technically, but if the sensory regions of his brain believed it was...

What did he want? The usual 'take over the world *insert evil laughter*' and 'your SOUL' seemed so overdone. Not really worth saying at all. Lucifer contemplated, tapping off some ash and watching it fall into the... fake... grass. This place was going to piss him off.

"Do you want the long answer or the short one?"

Hmmm. Now it seemed this guy was just messing with Dib just to annoy him. Figured.

"Short answer," he replied, picking up the wires again and carefully twisting the frayed ends together. A soft "blip!" rewarded his efforts, and his laptop's screen flared to life with a replica of the journal's main interface displayed. Aah, another job well done. Now to figure out how this place was put together. "After all," Dib added as he began typing, "I'm not going to spend a lot of time in here."

((ooc: "..just messing with Dib just to annoy him." Wow. Adverb abuse ahoy? >>))

"Free will."

Hrm. That had a bit of a ring to it. Sounded very grand and the like. The problem was, he wasn't in it for the sake of Free Will. Nah, who gives a damn about everyone else's free will? He just wanted his own. Lucifer flicked his cigarette away.

"Or something like that."

Dib snorted with amusement. "Free will?" he snickered. "An artifical construct like you can't have free will." Honestly, where in the world did a virtual projection get the idea of free will? The idea was intriguing but laughable. Zim must have programmed it in to give an extra flair of "realism." Too bad Dib still wasn't fooled.

This deserved an eyebrow raise. Lucifer slowly raised an eyebrow and regarded Dib. Artificial construct? Well, there was a first time for everything, and this would indeed be the first time he had been called that. He chuckled.

"You're quite amusing."

"Uh..." Whatever response Dib had been expecting, it certainly wasn't that. Momentarily thrown for a loop, Dib blinked several times. "Um, thank you?" He wasn't sure it was a compliment, though. In fact, quite the opposite.

He was beginning to think that perhaps he'd made too quick an assumption in the nature of the being he was addressing. This guy, though kind of a jerk, was too... well, realistic. He lacked the shallowness and flat expression that the woman at the gate had. The way he carried himself, the way he spoke - his entire demeanor was too different. "What... are you, then?" he asked hesitantly.

"I'm not an artificial construct?" Lucifer replied easily. The whole situation was a bit odd. Figures that of all the people to show up that weren't sheep it would be two mutes and a kid. This was not at all the best case scenario. "I don't think you'd believe me, anyway."

Well, that would depend. If he claimed to be an alien, Dib would be inclined to believe him. The same went for a sentient artifical intelligents. Dib might even believe he's a ghost. Weirder things have happened.

"Try me," Dib said, powering down his laptop and hopping off the retaining wall. Standing, he only came up to Lucifer's stomach or thereabouts, so he wasn't exactly an imposing figure. But he tried anyway.

Brilliant, the kid was very short. In fact, Lucifer looked down at the top of Dib's head and momentarily contemplated lighting another cigarette and dumping ash down. That would be rude, and he wasn't a rude person. The idea, however, had been tempting.

"...I'm the devil."

While he didn't rule Hell anymore, he found it perfectly alright to still claim to be the devil. The name 'devil' wasn't solely attached to Hell, even though it was most often linked to the place.

Ohh... why was he here? He hated lines. That and he didn't even know what he was waiting to get into. That huge city? With the domes? Well... the domes were pretty sweet because they reminded him of bubbles. A foolish grin found its way on Demyx's face.

Maybe this place would be kind of cool and not scary or dangerous and all the people would be really nice to him!

"Sir... Sir! You're next sir!" A woman at a small... desk thing stood by these two really huge gates shaped like trees. The trees had fruit. Man, now he was kind of hungry.

"Oh!" Demyx pipped as he scurried up to the woman. She was... really really really blonde. More so than him. Huh. That's kind of cool...

"Here you go, sir. Your journal. Welcome to the city." She handed Demyx a small, black box... thing. The boy was hesitant to take it. He reached forward then pulled back. He reached again... but no. Maybe it was poisoned?

Wait. It couldn't be poisoned. You don't eat these things. "Thank you!" he grinned, taking the journal.

The blonde strode through the tree-y gates to find two individuals nearby. They seemed engaged in a long conversation. Hey... maybe they were really nice people! One was really short and had a huge head and the other was smoking (and that was kind of gross) but Demyx wanted some company in this place.

"Hey! Hey guys! He---" Demyx's call to the two was not finished. He promptly tripped over his own feet and landed face first on the ground. He struggled to stand and his hand found his way to his nose. "Owwww..." Oh man! Why now? Was it broken? Was it broken?

If Dib had been drinking a pop at that moment, he would have sprayed it all over the place. Instead, he just made a lot of spluttery noises in response to Lucifer. "PffffHAHAHAHA!! Hah! The devil? You - AAAAH!!" He jumped out of the way as Demyx landed nearby.

Now everything was happening at once, it seemed. First, some guy with a cigarette claims to be the devil, now some other guy shows up looking... well, looking pretty drunk. What was next - a porn star or something? Let's see how many vices we can fit into once place! Gimme a break... Dib looked at Demyx, then up at Lucifer, then back down at Demyx. "Who's he, then?" he asked Lucifer snidely, pointing at Demyx as the Nobody struggled to rise. "The archangel Gabriel?"

See, he knew that this one wasn't going to believe him. A look of condescension was getting ready to be tossed Dib's way when... another blond. Really, was this a city of blonds? In response to Dib's question he gave the newcomer a studious looking over.

"Unfortunately, no, he looks nothing like Gabriel. I can safely assume he's not an angel either, and thusly named him Idiot."

Smoking was so not listed as a vice. Well, specifically, listed. He didn't think the Almight Father had thought of cigarettes then.

The Nobody fell sweetly back on his behind, still rubbing his nose. A warm, sticky feeling began to swell and his hand tried to protect is precious nose from any further injury that may befall it. Ohhhh... why him? Was it bleeding? It probably was! Oh man...

The two individuals began to talk. "Angels? I'm an angel?" Demyx's mind went wild. "Oh no! That means I'm dead!! I can't be dead! I just got here! I didn't know you could die from falling on your nose!"

The blonde continued to twitter nervously over his presumed death... at least he heard the other older man with a normal sized head speak. He wasn't a devil? A sigh of relief escaped Demyx's lips.

The boy stood up and was about to thank the man for confirming his not-death when he heard the man's last statement.

"Hey! I am not an idiot! My name is Demyx! And I just tripped and fell, okay? Sheesh! How rude!"

What was this guy on? What were both of these people on? Dib looked at Demyx with a bemused expression on his face. "Don't be stupid - you're not dead. You can't - "

Dib stopped himself before saying "die." He was assuming too quickly again - this Demyx person was also felt too real to be a virtual projection, though in a different way than the guy claiming to be the Devil. What was going on? Was his initial conclusion flawed? He'd have to back up and gather more data about this place before deciding any further course of action.

Turning to Lucifer, Dib looked up. "Look, Señor Diablo," he said, drawing out the name with irony, "I'm not sure what the heck's going on, but I know Zim's behind this. If you're not here to help me, then I'm gonna go. I need to figure out how to get out of here."

Senor Diablo? Were they in Spain down? He'd never really liked the Spanish speaking countries, they didn't quite have what he was looking for. Of course, he had settled down in Los Angeles, if that said anything about his preference of places. And what was a Zim? It wasn't a demon or an angel as far as he knew. Or a god, or any other sort of thing that could possibly have created a city like this. Though, the city itself wasn't something Lucifer knew much about, so perhaps Zim was a ...lesser god. Or just a powerful being? Either way, this 'Zim' would hardly be a challenge for him.

"...Zim?" Instead of admitting his ignorance, Lucifer just phrased the name like a question, raising an eyebrow to emphasize the fact that he would like an answer. "And I doubt I have any obligation to you to be polite." He added to 'Demyx'.

Senior Deeablow? That was a weird name and the guy didn't exactly look like a senior citizen. Demyx shrugged. Their conversation was interesting enough. He was also, just like Mr. Deeablow, wondering what Zim was. Maybe it was a code word or something. That was pretty cool! Maybe the kid with the glasses was part of some kind of Organization too. If he was, Demyx would have to be real careful then... They could be enemies.

"Huh?" The boy was surprised to hear that the senior citizen had addressed him. His tone definitely sent shivers way down his spine. Even if he wasn't obligated to be polite to Demyx, Demyx was obligated to listen to him. The Organization member took a step back from the man and muttered, "Yes Mr. Deeablow."

Then an idea sparked in his head. It was brilliant! It was the best idea ever! The best question ever! The fear that the older man had instilled in Demyx had already dissipated.

"Hey, have you guys ever seen a bunch of guys dressed like me? I think I really need to find them."

Dib waved his hand dismissively at Lucifer's inquiry. "Never mind - you probably wouldn't know anyway." Inexplicably, most people were utterly fooled by Zim's pathetic disguise. Dib could only wonder at the depths of stupidity in the common masses.

At Demyx's question, Dib turned and gave him a once-over. He'd seen kids dress kind of like that at school - heck, even his coat was somewhat similar - but that specific design was completely new. "No - I just got here, so I could I?" He folded his arms over his chest. "But if I do see them, I'll be sure to tell them their village idiot is missing." Harsh, yes, but accurate. Dib wasn't exactly in the best mood, anyway.

Dib's response wasn't unusual, but it wasn't ideal. However, Lucifer was used to people not wishing to help him. In response to Demyx's question, he examined the other's clothes. How... cult-like of them. Unfortunately all he had seen was a naked angel, a thing, Dib and the citizens of Paixao.

"Why are you looking for them? Friends of yours?"

He did light up another cigarette, then, coaxing it out of the steel case in his pocket and holding a match to it.

Demyx visibly sunk. "Aww man..." What was he going to do now? None of the Organization were here? He thought they would always be a step ahead of him. They always were. Well.. maybe only these two guys hadn't seen them. Yeah! That's it! Demyx just needed to look harder. And---

"I just said I'm not an idiot! At least I... oh wait. Nevermind."

Wow. He was just lost right now. He though he could use the excuse that 'he hadn't just got here' but that was a lie. Demyx was as lost as a puppy without his master.

"Huh?" The older man's question caught Demyx's attention. "Yeah, I guess. There's twelve other guys like me... well, one's a girl. I just really need to find them, okay?"

This was... intriguing. If this guy was looking for other people dressed like him, then they all must be part of some sort of organization. Perhaps it was akin to the Swollen Eyeball? Dib doubted it - they'd never let someone as incompetent as this idiot join.

Like any good scientist, Dib decided to gather more information before drawing conclusions. "What kind of organization is it, anyway?" he asked, his tone still rather confrontational. "You wouldn't have anything to do with this place, would you?"

Dib certainly didn't have any tact whatsoever. Lucifer snorted, lightly, tapping his cigarette idly before taking another drag. Really. Sure, getting information would be useful, but when talking to those with jellyfish for brains and the courage of an ant it might be better to... use tact.

"Lying won't be to your advtange either."

But when someone had already ruined the illusion that this was a nice, warm, trusting atmosphere, well, a little threatening wouldn't hurt.

"Huh? I didn't say it was an organization..." At least he didn't yet. Man, this kid was good. So good it was kind of scary. Actually both of these guys were pretty scary in their own way but the older one was even more so. Don't lie? Demyx wasn't planning on it in the first place... but now, now he was quivering in his boots. A desperate urge rose and told him to just get away from this man. It was like he was the Devil or something!

"I-it's an organization of us!" Demyx returned to Dib's question, not quite sure how to answer that. "And I'm stuck in this place just like you... so no. I dunno. Maybe?"

Remember that rising urge from Mr. Deeablow? Well, it was getting stronger and stronger. Something about that man really made Demyx uncomfortable. So much, in fact, that he wanted to leave.

"Uhhmm... I think I'm just going to go now. I'm sure you can take care of yourself Mr. Deeablow... but if that tiny kid wants to come or somethin' he can... I'm just... leaving... uh... now."

Demyx proceed to inch further away while he was talking. He was willing to see what the kid was going to do next but after that he was outta here!

Dib gave Lucifer a Can you believe this guy? glance as Demyx stammered and stuttered an answer of sorts. For a guy who claimed to be the Devil, he seemed to othewise have a pretty good head on his shoulders. That was always a welcome thing to encounter.

Still, this "organization of us" piqued Dib's interest. It was possible that it was nothing but a stupid club of idiots like Demyx, but it was worth checking out. Dib didn't really have anything better to do anyway, and perhaps it would help him learn more about the exact nature of this... "Paixao."

"I want to meet the other people in your little organization," he said. "Take me to them. Please," he added as an afterthought. Looking up at Lucifer, he asked, "You coming too, Devilman?"

Lucifer met Dib's look with one of his own, Demyx certainly wasn't very smart. Or had any courage to speak of it seemed. When Dib agreed to go with the bumbling idiot Lucifer debated. It would hardly do to have his presence there, as Demyx seemed more terrified than compliant with him around.

"...You have one of these, do you not?" He hefted the journal. Perhaps becoming an 'ally' of Dib's was too strong of a term, but to have a source... that would do quite nicely. "It seems that it doubles as a communication method. It would be more useful to spread out and pool our information, perhaps?"

Man... he just wanted to get going! Was it that hard to make up your own mind? Well... maybe it made sense. The little kid didn't even know him but neither did Demyx. Was it a bad idea to bring him along? Would the Organization be angry with him?

.... nah.

"Okay, sure. Uhhmm... what's your name anyway?" Then he stopped. Wait, what?! No! That guy could come! He seriously gave Demyx the creeps. Devilman? Was he evil?

The little devices, though? Communication? Demyx, too, pulled out his journal. "That lady at the gate was givin' them to everyone. The kid has one too, I'm sure. Can we just go now?"

Dib nodded in agreement with Lucifer and gestured to his laptop/journal hybrid. "I'll try and make updates on any observations I have. My name's Dib, by they way," he added for the benefit of all present.

Though he winced a little at the whiny edge to Demyx's voice, Dib's mind was already made up. "Yeah, let's go," he said. "The sooner I can get out of here, the better."

Dib.

The name suited the small large headed human. Lucifer nodded in response, the journals would be useful. Of course, their activities would probably be monitored, but that wasn't his concern after all.

"...As you know, my name is Lucifer."

He let the irony sit, before waving dismissively at them.

Dib? What a strange name... It sounded more like an ice cream snack or candy rather than a person. What was running through his parents' minds when they were naming this kid. Weird.

But he was glad enough that the kid was coming with him. Demyx didn't exactly want to be alone in this huge... strange... place... thing... And more so he was happy that this other guy wasn't sticking around. Jeeze, he was just creepy?

And he had another weird name too... Lucifer? Well, at least it sounded more name-ish.

"Okay then... Let's get going? Okay!" Demyx exclaimed, taking Dib by the collar of his shirt. He shouted back, "Nice meeting you, Mr. Lucifer Deeablow!"

((Done and done. See you later!))

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