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An endless search for...! ... The Endless. [closed]

Character(s): Zidane, Axel
Content: Zidane's on the lookout for the Endless. Though he only knows Del and Death. And he hasn't actually met Death face to face, so he's, eh, screwethed. Axel spots him.
Setting: Ceu de Mouraria [L8]
Time: Afternoon
Warnings: Language. Snark. Not for anyone with a fear of heights. XD

Zidane didn't generally like to make a habit of losing people - or things, or existences, whatever - but lately just being in this city he seemed to lose track of a lot. And it wasn't fair. Bad things just seemed to happen and he, well, he blamed it on Paixao!

So he had to try and make up for it a bit, or at least duke it out with Paixao's essence until he came out ontop and win. Dammit, he would not have a city beat him.

And that was his whole reasoning for being perched out on a building called Ceu de Mouraria - which was slightly difficult for him to even fit alongside the dome atop - and yet the building just seemed fitting for him and he couldn't help but appreciate the architecture or even the purpose of the place.

But the dome was a bit blurry for him to see through if any matinee perfomances were going on, or anything like that, and he couldn't hear anything through it either. He just hoped he wasn't missing something of once-and-a-life-time Excitement.

Zidane kept blue eyes trained on the area around, searching for the one person-thing-being he really met in Paixao. Or anyone that may possibly look related.

Huh. This could be more difficult than he thought about.

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The city was turning out to be just as much fun as Axel had thought. He enjoyed most everything about it so far, especially the odd looks the citizens gave him. He did have a penchant for walking around without his hood up, so not only did everyone see his starkly out-of-place black coat, but also his bright red hair.

He’d felt like strolling right into the Ceu de Moraria on this day, just to see what events they were putting on. Time was his and he would choose just how he’d spend it. Besides, there was always a chance he’d see something (or someone) he very much wanted to around the area.

No luck so far, but that hardly stopped him. There was always something else to see and someone else to harass.

This sentiment proved especially true when Axel saw something a little out of place as he approached the large opera house. He couldn’t be sure, but he thought he saw someone sitting up on top. Who in his right mind would be climbing that roof? It was pretty steep, and the glass really wasn’t clear enough to catch a free show through. The architects had thoughts about moochers.

It was both unexpected and amusing. Who would have thought he’d be so lucky?

Axel walked right up to the base of the dome and looked up. “Hey!” he shouted. “You up there! You know that’s private property, right?” Nothing like scaring that person, whoever it was.

Zidane was still good at this sort of thing, even if it had been awhile since those old days. He kept his body steady on the roof, balaced with help from his tail.

“You up there! You know that’s private property, right?”

Zidane smirked. Of course he didn't know, but it wouldn't have mattered if he did. He still would have come up here.

He leaned forward, just a bit, pushing gloved hands to the glass to hold him up even more. Yep. There was someone down there. Not someone he was looking for, sadly enough. But when the person moved their head around it looked like they were on fire. He continued to smirk and yelled back down, "Does it look like I give a damn?" And then he laughed. "And anyway, who the heck would be just as crazy to come stop be from trespassing?"

Oh, this guy was a fun one, in every way.

Axel smirked right back at the snarky dome-sitter. How was he staying up there so easily, anyway? After a few moments of looking carefully, he could tell that Senor Saucy had a tail. Unusual! That was interesting on its own.

“You know, if this private property was mine, your flagrant attitude would really piss me off!” Axel called back, cupping a hand near his mouth to be heard better. “But it’s not mine, so if you feel like sitting up there, suit yourself! It just makes having a civilized conversation difficult when we have to yell at each other like animals! What are you spying on anyway, or do I have to come up there to see for myself?”

But Zidane could tell that getting down there would be a mite more difficult than getting up. ... or that was how he saw it, anyway. -your flagrant attitude would really piss me off!” Again, Zidane didn't seem to care. The tip of his tail made a little flick as he chuckled. But civilized conversation did sound decent enough. Civilized. A peg or two down from royalty - which that conversation could make his ears bleed after awhile.

Still.

Zidane wasn't coming down. And he was curious on to see just how Sir Flamealot planned on getting up here. "WOOF!" he yelled down in an animalistic-way, and then followed up with a sharp, "chick-call" whistle. "You'd be surprise of how many hot babes you can actually see from here! 'tis a great view! Ha~!"

Of course Zidane wasn't spying on anyone at all. He was just scouting for someone that he knew/heard of. That didn't mean he couldn't still try to have his own fun.

It was like talking to an unresponsive brick wall. Scratch that. Maybe a really stupid dog. This guy had hardly any reaction! Though he was being a good sport, Axel had to admit, what with the caliber of his chosen responses. The tailed wonder wasn’t about to let anyone tread on his time or space! How spicy!

“Hey, any view’s a great one when you can see women, eh?” Axel called up again. That didn’t matter so much to him as to why He-who-sought-higher-places was up there in the first place. Maybe he was really short when he stood on the ground. “I’ll be up there in a jiffy!’ he sang up.

This was accomplished easily in a matter of moments. Axel disappeared into darkness, and reappeared in the same way up on top of the dome. The dome, being glass and curved, wasn’t the best surface for standing on, so after a bit of arm-pinwheeling, Axel quickly sat down where he could see the snarker. It wasn’t graceful by any means, but it was effective.

“So! You really can see all the chicks you want, huh? Great spot for sitting. You might want to build a little tree fort up here or something, with pillows and refreshments. You know, something to yourself comfortable since you don’t seem to be leaving any time soon.” Axel tilted his head a bit. “What’s your name?”

Zidane had blinked, a bit confused when the man actually thought he could get up here fast. That'd be a hard task even for someone like Zidane! Yet... Flamealot was suddenly gone through some doorway of darkness and Zidane just blinked again. "Wha -" he started and then the man and the darkness returned nearby. On the roof.

"... WHAT THE FUCK?!" Zidane easily lost his balance now, startled by the "jiffy" appearence of the other, he slid down the side of the glass a few inches before he managed to cling all his limbs - even his tail - to it. He stared with wide eyes at the man. "...the fuck..." was all he repeated.

At least now they both were on even ground; neither of them looked graceful anymore. Zidane quickly tried to collect himself and nervously chuckled. "Oh. Oh. Yeah. Treehouse. That'd be. Great. Yeah. Yeah... I'm..." he drew in a deep breath. Ok, he was relaxing now. Just a bit more and then he could climb back to his previous spot and be fine. "Zidane Tribal. Nice to meet you."

Of course that last line was a line, since meeting the man was what caused his little slip-up. Dammit.

Axel had to laugh when he saw the oh-so poised tailed wonder – now properly titled Zidane Tribal – slip from his perch. He must not have expected such a quick appearance! Maybe I should have pretended to scale the dome before pulling the teleportation trick out of the bag, Axel thought wryly. Either way, he was on top of the dome now. And that was good.

“Maybe I should have told you that I know a bit of magic,” Axel said, a hint of a smirk showing up on his lips as he looked back at Zidane. “I didn’t mean to scare you like that.” It was funny, though, and Axel had to run his hand over his mouth to straighten his expression out again. “You need some help there, Zidane?” Honestly, the less Axel had to move across this glass, the better. It was precarious and slippery. There was no way to get a good grip on it. His boots slipped across it like nothing and even his gloves didn’t give enough traction to hold on. He stayed on by sitting veeery close to the top of the dome. Besides, Tail Guy hadn’t slipped that much, really.

Yeah, that little detail could've saved Zidane a few inches ; he could still at least have a grip on or around his perch. He muttered something. Gah. Magic. It's not like he wasn't use to seeing it or anything like that. It's just that... hell, not even Kuja could teleport himself around place-to-place. Which was really a good thing, actually.

"I'm wasn't that scared." If he had been, he'd probably be off the roof. Heh. "I'm fine, really." Though it still took him a few minutes, flat pressed to the glass, and trying to shimmy his way back to where he was. He felt kind of like a spider. ... More like a slug. But hey! He finally did get back to where he was; he had something to feel a bit smug about.

His tail finally left the glass as he carefully resituated himself in place. He let out a deep breath and sighed. "Yeah so... thanks a lot for that," he muttered with annoyance. "Well I've got my tracks covered. I think you at least owe me your name now."

So Senor Saucy was able to get up on his own. Axel would have applauded, just to rub it in, but he didn’t feel much like moving his hands from the glass. If he did he’d probably slip just like Zidane did, and he wasn’t up for making a fool out of himself twice in one day. Instead he settled for a smirk. “You made it. Great job!” If he ever needed a laugh, he could remember Zidane’s oh-shit expression and be in stitches.

“So you want my name? You got it. I’m Axel. Nice to meet you, Slippy.” He snorted a bit. “Oh, and you’re very welcome,” he added, because he was just that generous. “Are you really that much of a horndog, or is there really something you’re looking for by sitting up here? Yeah, the view is marvelous, but it’s impractical, especially for someone without magic.”

Zidane nodded. Axel? Yeah, he could probably remember that. Or easily choose to forget it, depending. And then he mentioned Slippy and Zidane snorted. "I gave you my name for a reason." Though there was worse that the man-on-fire could call him.

He shrugged a bit. "I'm searching for some people in particular." And then he smirked, just a bit. "I enjoy being impractical."

“I could tell.” Axel laughed a little. He had been right – this guy was definitely worth the trouble of climbing up a glass dome. He hoped Zidane would come up with even more amusing comebacks.

“All right, Zidane,” he continued, emphasizing Monkey Boy’s name, “who are you looking for? I can help you out. See, I know Paixao pretty well. If you’re waiting for someone, you should make rounds at the city gates. If they’re already in the city, maybe you want to try using this handy dandy little contraption.” He plucked out his electronic journal and waved it a bit. “You do know how to use it, yes? Just tell whoever you want to meet that you’re sitting on top of a giant glass dome. They won’t be able to miss this place. If you want to be technical, this place’s called Ceu de Mouraria. Concerts are usually held here.”

He snorted. Of course he wasn't that stupid! Of course he would have already thought of that, come on, this was Zidane (emphasized, yes yes~) and he was just that good.

He crossed his arms over his chest and looked over the city, mumbling something quietly to himself. Truth? Truth was he hadn't touched his journal for... quite awhile. He'd gotten use to the feel of it collecting dust in one of his pant's pockets. But! Zidane was good at excuses. Dagger could tell anyone that.

"Yeah, I know how to use it," he grunted. "But see, the main person I'm trying to get in touch with - she is already in Paixao - isn't exactly... ah... right in her head. I think even if I posted something on the message board, she wouldn't quite get it." Though she probably would. This... Axel didn't need to know that.

"Ceu de Mouraria... concerts. They're really the reason I ended up here instead of anywhere else. Though of course it's not like I can hear or see anything. But still," he mused, more to himself.

Axel continued to be amused. “All right, so this person isn’t right in her head. So she’s going to know, maybe she could sense it, even, that you’re waiting for her while sitting on a big glass dome. Because that’s so logical even a crazy person could figure it out.” He laughed. Zidane was so much fun already. He loved the logic Senor Saucy chose to follow.

He picked up on the other statement Zidane quietly said. “Oh? Concerts? You’re not going to see them or hear them way up here. You might want to go in through the doorway like anyone else. When this puppy was made,” he said, patting the dome affectionately, “the designers thought about people like you. No one gets a free show from the Ceu de Mouraria!” he declared proudly, still smirking.

Zidane hung his head, which was now starting to hurt. "That wasn't... the point." He turned his gaze back up to the sky. "Point wasn't for her to see me, but for me to see her."

Ok so Zidane was sort of realizing some of his failed logic. He wouldn't admit to it, of course. Admitting things to people with screwy dark magic powers that could one day make the person psychotic just didn't sound like a good idea.

"Yeah well. Damn designers. They're not suppose to have that much intelligence."

“Of course, Zidane, of course,” Axel said smoothly. “I know you can see the entire city from here. Definitely. Why, if it weren’t for these gosh darn domes above us, maybe you really could.” He shifted his position on the dome only slightly. Truthfully, the glassy surface was making even him nervous.

“Ah, but that’s why they’re designers. You may not be able to outwit them, but I’ve heard the security here at the Ceu leaves something to be desired. I’m sure you could slip past one of their goons easily.” He smiled confidently.

((Do I need to backlog this post now since plot started?))

"Damn those domes, too," he muttered. "This city may look great and all and have so many features, but it's like it's just masking the fact that this place is like a giant cage." He wasn't really someone that was meant to feel bitter about anything. But then, he almost wasn't someone that should be contained.

"Oh," and then he laughed, like he wasn't even feeling down in the first place, "I bet I could get in easily if I put a bit of effort into it. Psh, not much of a problem at all! Now someone like you... with that hair of yours..." he motioned with his own hands over his head, "you might stand out a bit too much. At least I blend in." Even though that fact disturbed him to no end.

"Except... I suppose that witty personality of yours could just get you easily passed anyway!"

So Monkey Boy felt caged. It was a natural reaction. Sometimes the domes made people claustrophobic. But the city was huge! There were so many places to go and things to see. And there were four gates. It wasn’t as if it took a genius to figure out that one should go back out the way he came in. But now, with events about to unfold the way they were, the gates were likely all but inaccessible. Ah, well.

“Oh, Zidane, we just met! I didn’t know you felt that way!” Axel laughed. “And to think, just a few minutes before, we didn’t even know each other.” He looked at Zidane sideways, getting more serious. “You don’t think I could sneak in there? I assure you I could, regardless of my hair. But there’s no need for slipping in when you’re a VIP in these parts. I could waltz right in this place any day of the week. I could even get you in to see a show. You’d have to do something for me first. I doubt you’re the bargaining type, though.”

((I'm fine then :D Can't see Axel rushing off to battle anyway. *stares at her post* ... wow this is really messed up. *snickers*))

VIP? "VIP?" he croaked out, staring at Axel with wide eyes. "Just how'd you get to be special enough to be a VIP?" And if he said it was 'top secret', Zidane would surely try to knock him off the roof. Which could not be hard at all, unless Axel suddenly were to sprout a tail from his ass. Unlikely.

Of course the whole 'VIP' comment had caused Zidane to completely overlook Axel's first comment. Which is for the better. Probably for the better of Axel.

"Huh. Bargaining, hm? Well, that's pretty difficult as all that I have is what's on me - and not much for money either. Kind of what happens when you get plucked off your planet randomly and dumped in front of some city gate. But I'm sure you understand, after all you don't look native to these parts."

He drummed two fingers against his chin in thought. "Bargaining... No, not quite my normal type. But sometimes that sort of thing can be interesting. Have its own quirks. So, Axel..."

Zidane made sure he had the balance he wanted - needed. Weighed enough in certain places against the glass. A glance downwards to where the glass made it to the building; a little bit of foot room down that end... He smirked to the red head and shifted his weight and was suddenly sliding down the curve of the glass. One of his feet not-quite-so-easily met with the building and it took a bit more concentration to steady himself standing upright on the small space, but he managed.

He looked up at Axel, amused, tail swinging side-to-side casually. He still had to raise his voice, but it wasn't nearly as bad as when they met. "What can I do you for?"

VIP envy already. Axel smirked. Sometimes it was too easy to make others jealous. Zidane just threw a lot of information at him, and now it was time to make use of it, bit by bit. But first, he’d agreed to the bargain. He leaned forward slightly to see Zidane from his new spot. Did he think he was slick? Maybe having a tail was handy after all. At least he didn’t fall all the way off the dome. Axel didn’t feel quite like picking up body parts that day.

“So you’re open to it, eh? Just what I wanted to hear,” he called down to the tailed wonder. “As I said, I have a certain influence here. I can use it to help you out if you help me first. I’m looking for someone, you see. I lost track of him a little while back. I have no doubts he’s in this city, though. His name is Roxas. He’s got spiky blond hair. Not quite as spiky as mine, but it always looks like he just got out of bed.” He smiled fondly. “And blue eyes. Hard to find in a city like this, I know, but he might be dressed like I am. You’d know him if you saw him.”

It was time to get off the dome now. Once again he called on his dark portal, though standing up to use it took a little bit of time. It opened again on the ground, where he stepped out to look up at Senor Saucy. “Of course, if you don’t specialize in missing persons, I have something else for you to do. You’d need to use your dusty little journal, and watch it closely. If you accept, I’ll make a post in a few days, asking you to meet me here again. You’ll be helping me out either way. What do you say now, huh?” He folded his arms over his chest, expecting to be turned down flat. The monkey man was already looking for someone, anyway.

Zidane wondered if things would be easier and faster if he just left now and went on this by himself. But he was curious. And he needed some excitement to get himself to forget on focusing to get home. And hey! If that meant he had to stoop down a level of 'bargaining' then he was up for it! For now anyway. Besides, if this Axel character was as special as he sounded, then maybe this could turn out to be useful...

So it was Roxas he needed to find? Well, of course people-finding wasn't his strong point... that was why he had been on the building in the first place! That didn't mean he wasn't going to give it a shot.

He carefully turned his body around and crouched down, staring over the side and observing Axel. With a nod, he looked down the building, eying little crannies and off pieces of material, making a game-plan to get down since he didn't have that shiny magic.

By the time he got down he nearly fell flat on his face, shakily stumbling a bit, but he did stay standing. Congratulations to him.

"I think that sounds workable. But I think for this you should give me a little bit of something so I can trust your word... say... a free meal. Or just a smidgen of cash so I can get me something." He was so damn hungry. Totally forgot when he last ate something.

Axel tried not to laugh as the tailed wonder made his clumsy way down to the ground. He settled for an amused expression. No snark about the landing, though! He held his tongue. He doubted any more liberal commentary would help his cause now. He had Zidane’s attention and that was all that mattered. Besides, if Senor Saucy helped him find Roxas, that would be wonderful indeed. Considering Senor Saucy had been sitting on top of a giant glass dome to try to find someone else, though… Well, the kid was something, after all.

“You’re better at bargaining than you look.” Axel walked towards Zidane, digging his hand in a jacket pocket as he went. “Here. Take it.” He offered a handful of golden coins to Monkey Boy. “It’s the currency around here.” And he hardly needed it, being the VIP he was. “You’ll be able to buy yourself two, maybe three good meals with this.” He smiled thinly. “Depends on how well you spend it.”

Yes! Zidane could surprisingly have intelligence. Roguely-types like him needed such skills as bargaining - stealing couldn't get them around all the time! And this was already making things look up for him.

He pleasently took the money into his palm and secured it in a pocket of his pants. He could still have style in this place, dammit. "Well then, so it's Roxas I'm looking for? I'll see what I can do - just try to keep in touch on your end, though I'll do my best on that I suppose too. And trust me," he tapped a hand to the pocket, "I know how to deal with my money. Good day then, Sir Flamealot," he smirked and made an overdramatic bow before smirking and turning on his feet and fleeing off in his new direction.

((annnnd closed~ :D That was amusing. *snickers*))

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