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

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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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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.”

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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."