paixaorpg | This doesn't seem right... [completed]

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This doesn't seem right... [completed]

Character(s): Kuzco, anybody else that might want to join
Content: Kuzco's arrival in Paixao
Setting: Muspelheim gate
Time: Week 2, afternoon
Warnings: None

"Ooh...where-- what happened?" And why did he have such a killer headache? The last thing he remembered was eating dinner...and then...well, he couldn't remember anything after that, which made him even more confused as to why he was out here in some place he didn't recognize. He thought he knew his empire well enough...

Kuzco slowly got to his feet, wobbling as he did so. So intent was he on both his surroundings and his aching head that he didn't realize he was walking on four legs instead of two. He thought he felt a little funny...but then again, that could've just been a side effect of whatever had hit him earlier.

He whistled as he caught sight of the nearby gate. "Snazzy architecture," he said to himself, admiring the gold flames on the gate. "Wherever this place is, at least the people here have good taste!"

There were several other people headed towards the gate, which made Kuzco wonder what exactly was behind them. He sauntered slowly towards the gate as well, and finally caught sight of the booth in which the gatekeeper sat. "Excuse me, my good servant," said Kuzco to the man there. "Could you happen to tell me where the palace is?"

The man's eyebrow quirked up slightly. "Palace?"

"Yes, you know. The palace. Big shiny building, you know, the place where I live." Kuzco waved a hoof in the air, suddenly exasperated. "And I'd appreciate it if you told me where it is, 'cause I'm kinda wanting to get home right now."

The man looked as if he were stifling a laugh. "No such place around here, unless you're somehow referring to the manor that's some ways away from here. Anyways, your name please?"

"No, I do mean palace, and I would happen to be the one and only Kuzco, ruler of the empire." Strange that the man had no idea who he was. "And what the heck is that thing?" For after he had said his name, the man had pulled out something that Kuzco recognized only as a silver rectangle of sorts. "What, are you giving me some sort of treasure? 'Cause that's what it kinda looks like. Really, it's a nice offer, but--"

"Journal. You'll be wanting one of these if you're going to stay around here." He took another look at Kuzco, who was making a face at being interrupted. "Though you'll be needing something to help you carry it..."

"Why not? Whatever it is, I can carry it just fi--" Kuzco's face went as white as a llama's face could go, for as he stretched out his hand he finally realized that something was rather amiss. Last time he had checked, he was supposed to have hands, not hooves like that...

"Sure, whatever." Kuzco didn't move as the man put the journal around his neck. "You're set now, so go and have fun in Paixao."

"Ah buh..." Kuzco didn't protest as someone else bumped into him, causing him to move forward through the gate. A moment later, he finally came back to his senses and let out a yell of surprise.

"AHHH WHAT THE HECK HAPPENED??"

Something was up, and he didn't like it!

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Delirium was blowing bubbles. Or she had been blowing bubbles, she forgot really, since some of the bubbles had turned into starfish (or had they?). And she didn't think that she had been here before, because here was a very very different place than there. Today she was a bit older, but she had a hard time keeping her head straight. Like always.

She sort of stumbled across the ground, barefoot, hands lost in the oversized sleeves of a white labcoat. She had been almost a doctor the other day. Inside the head of someone (or remembering beind inside their head) and watching the platypus eat the sun. Or something like that.

"...change~ change~ i coUld use some chanGe~"

Delirium announced, spinning around and looking up at the fake ceiling of Paixao. Pie-Shows. She wanted to show some pies, like the ones with little froggies on the inside. Or the ones with flying birds inside of pantyhose wrapped around millions of tiny dollar bills with no faces.

"...chaNging."

Even through the midst of his shock, that one voice filtered through all the other noises around Kuzco and reached his ears, and somehow brought him back to his senses. This had to be nothing but a dream, he was trying to convince himself - yeah, that was it. This was all a dream, and he'd wake up all nice and safe and human in his bed soon enough. Yeah. This place was rather surreal, anyways. Even so, regardless of whether it was real or not, he didn't like the feeling of being lost in a place he didn't recognize at all.

He took notice of the girl nearby, and couldn't help the sneer that flew across his face. Such an odd person she was to his eyes. "Excuse me, but what are you doing?" he said to her.

Splitting from Kadaj wasn't an idea Yazoo was too fond of, but there really had been no other choice. There were people-things-whatevers that needed to be found, and splitting up ensured the coverage of more ground in a shorter time. Yazoo had to be (and was) willing to do what was necessary to achieve their goals. Hopefully this wouldn't all be in vain, and one of their targets would soon be found.

...It was looking quite grim at the moment, however, and Yazoo was growing irritated with the lack of results, but a lack of anything was to be expected in such a large, unfamiliar place.

Despite his irritation, he found himself intrigued by the image before him as he came to a stop to examine his surroundings. His attention wasn't focused on the girl stumbling around on the ground in oversized clothes (though, admittedly, it was quite a sight to behold,) but instead on the creature near what he assumed to be another gate into this ... strange place. After casting a curious gaze to the girl, who seemed to be delirious, he started toward the creature and began to examine it with a careful eye.

It could prove useful. His legs were aching, and he could use a ride.

Kuzco saw the strange, silver-haired man out of the corner of his eye, and turned his head to look at him. He didn't like the way the man was looking at him; it was almost like he was examining him for some reason...but why?

He finally turned his whole body around. "Hey, did I give you permission to gawk at me like that? I didn't think so," said Kuzco, giving Yazoo a level stare. "Why are you looking at me like that anyways? It's giving me the creeps." And to think, at any other time he might've loved being the center of someone's attention like that...well, maybe.

Del eyed the llama. Then she turned her head to the side, tilt, tilt, tilt. "...why've you got a cRown in your head?" She asked him. "...and whY are you not a pErson?" He felt very persony in her head.

She blew some more bubbles, before putting the bubbles into her pocket. Maybe she could use them later, or throw them. Or give them to someone. ... Someone, wasn't she looking for someone?

"oH! have yOu seen a soFt thing?"

Oh! It talked. "How curious~" he said softly, regarding the animal's arrogance with a soft chuckle. At least communication wouldn't be out of the question. Proportion would be a bit of a problem, and it might look slightly odd, but that was hardly a concern. This ... thing wouldn't have much of a problem carrying him, he thought, and that was most important.

He made an odd face at the girl as she spoke. "Soft thing? I haven't. Is this-" He pointed toward the animal, eyebrows raised, and cocked his head to the side, "Yours?" Either way, it wouldn't matter. He was planning on taking it, regardless of who it belonged to, and if he had to find some way to secure its mouth shut, he'd do so.

"I'll be taking it."

Kuzco stared at the path of one of the bubbles for a moment, before shaking his head and dancing backwards a few steps from Yazoo. "Uh, 'scuse me, but I belong to no one but myself. There'll be no 'taking' of me, thank you." The thought of him being under someone's control made him want to shudder - and also made him annoyed.

His face registered confusion for a moment at what Del had said - how did she know something like that? "Well, normally I am supposed to be one - an emperor, in fact," - and he said that line with more than just a little bit of pride in his voice - "Though I'm still not quite sure of all the facts yet, so you'd have to get back to me on that, 'kay?"

Delirium turned her head to match Yazoo's head tilt. She watched his lips but didn't really listen to what he was saying. After he finished speaking she looked over at the llama again, which was also talking. Oh, so he was an emperor. She wondered why he had four legs then, because most emperors had two. Or so.

"..kAy~" And then she reached out to pet the llama on the head. He looked really soft, so maybe he was the soft thing...? But he didn't have the right kind of tail, and too many legs, and funny teeth. Very funny teeth, which made me giggle, a little.

Yazoo raised an eyebrow at the talking animal, wondering how and why it had such a superiority complex – and then, oh, there was the answer he needed. “You did used to be a person, then?” Interesting... “You must have done something horrible to deserve-“ he pointed at the animal and shrugged, “...that. Smart.” He finished with a sweet smile and leaned in closer to the animal as the girl pet at its head.

If it was going to be uncooperative, there was really nothing he could do aside from take it by force, and he doubted that would work. Someone– thing– as headstrong as this apparent Emperor, or whatever it was, wouldn’t be too keen on allowing someone to hitch a free ride. Chances were that Yazoo would wind up on his back on more than one occasion.

I short, the animal was worthless. The girl probably was, as well. “I have things to find,” he mused aloud as he straightened himself back up. “Might any of you be able to point me toward Desire? Or anyone with silver hair and eyes like mine?”

A disgruntled look came over Kuzco's face as Delirium pet him. Sure, he wanted attention, but to get it in this manner was a little embarrassing! He blew a little puff of air across his lips. "Horrible, pfft." Kuzco rolled his eyes. "One moment I'm minding my own business, eating dinner, next thing I know I'm a llama. If I did something horrible, I would love to know what I did, then.

"And oh so sorry," - except he wasn't really, of course - "I can't say I know anybody by that name, or with that kind of hair; I haven't been here all that long, myself," he admitted. "So you'll have to--"

He stopped and swayed for a moment, and groaned. "Forget that, I have a question of my own - either of you have anything to take care of a headache?"

Delirium continued to pet Kuzco, swiveling her head to eye Yazoo. Well, sort of give him a glance and then blink and be distracted by something or other. Then she giggled a bit, because she knew things he didn't know. Well, she always knew things other people didn't know, but she knew this one the mostest and bestest, right now.

"...i knOw deSire," She admitted, "bRother-siSter knows most everyBody, yoU know." Because almost everyone had Desires, of course.

[Woah, sorry for the late reply-- I never got the notification. -_-;]

"You really are useless," he comment dryly in reply to the animal's confession. He didn't much care for what the thing had done before it wound up in this place-- he had better things to worry about, really. Like finding Desire, his Mother, and his missing brother. The events in the life of a meaningless animal had nothing to do with any of his own desires.

"Headache? No, I'm afraid I don't." He shrugged, looking rather indifferent, which he was, because all this thing was doing now was wasting his time. It shouldn't have even been talking. "Try slamming your knee against something," he suggested with a soft sneer. "At least you'll be in too much pain to think about your head."

With that said, he turned back to the girl, suddenly looking hopeful. "You do? Might you tell me where to find it?"

Kuzco snorted. "Yeah, you know, I think I'll just go and leave now," he said. "I have a feeling I'd find better help from, I dunno, a tree or something. See ya."

He spun around in place, almost falling over his own legs in the process. There had to be something more exciting around here than just talking and listening to two strange people, anyways...

Delirium watched the soft thing turn and go. It was kind of cute, like a confused puppy who had been drinking too much (which one shouldn't do because then the hole in their face might leak out their brains into a frying pan and that would be so veryvery bad you see).

"...noT here," Delirium responded. Which might have seemed obvious to Yazoo, but to Delirium this was a bit of a revelation to master the concept of people being here and now.

Then she giggled to herself and played with her journal.

Delirium was very helpful, you see.

"Help from a tree? I hope you mean to cut it down and tie support beams to your legs." He rolled his eyes at the pathetic creature, lulling his head back slightly in disbelief. How was it that an animal that could talk could be so hopelessly stupid and incredibly useless? Perhaps it was better if the thing left; Yazoo didn't want to deal with it anymore, anyway.

Most of his attention was focused on the girl, though her reply to his question was ... disappointing, to say the least, and her actions that followed hinted he wasn't going to get much of any more help out of her. Grudgingly, he said "Thank you" and turned his attention to his own journal as he slowly began to wander off.

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