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

[terra-creation.livejournal.com]

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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[feudehuit.livejournal.com]

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?”

[terra-creation.livejournal.com]

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.