http://eradicatoral.livejournal.com/ ([identity profile] eradicatoral.livejournal.com) wrote in [community profile] paixaorpg2006-11-07 02:55 am

we all cry for our own reasons [complete]

Character(s): Loz, The Corinthian, Desire, and any other character around
Content: Loz wakes up in Paixao, confused, and slightly upset.
Setting: Muspelheim Gate to Cafe Ersesat [N3]
Time: Early afternoon
Warnings: N/A (so far)


It took a while for Loz to realize that he'd been knocked out. Wait. Was it his eldest brother that knocked him out? The muscular man stumbled to his feet and looked around: there wasn't anyone he knew here. In fact, this wasn't where he was supposed to be. What? Where was this? Where here his brothers? Loz straightened himself out.

Realizing that Kadaj and Yazoo were nowhere nearby, there was no reunion currently taking place, and that Mother was probably nowhere close either, Loz did the most mature thing to do-- He tilted his head downward and held back possible signs of tears.

What was he supposed to do now? At least he had the materia...

Carrying the chest of materia, he headed toward a line of people: maybe one or two of them had seen his brothers. "See any silver-haired guys? Or Mother?" Loz asked hopefully, politely as he possibly could (which took much effort) without directing the question at anyone in particular. At times like this, any witness of his entrance would have compared it to a child who lost his source of confidence. Quickly, a blonde-haired man retorted, "Just go to the end of the line, young man." Reluctantly, he did as the man said and moved to the back of the line. Stupid idiots. Lightly, Loz kicked the crest, which was now on the ground beside him.

After waiting a while, a small booth was in front of him. Interesting. "Welcome to Paixao! What is your name? Oh! And here are a couple of brochures and an electrical journal." Loz simply stared at the woman who was talking at a rapid speed, slightly overwhelmed; he decided to put on his "tough-guy" demeanor once more to make things easier. "Loz. L-O-Z." He gave a nod in the direction of the irritating woman with a smirk.

[identity profile] desireendless01.livejournal.com 2006-11-19 05:40 am (UTC)(link)
Glancing over at the Corinthian blandly, Desire was less than impressed by his reaction. Brother's pet or not, a creation was still a creation, and the thing had better damn well know his place.

"You'd do well to address me properly, Corinthian," Desire purred, a hint of malice in it's smooth, velvet tone. "Surely you do not with to be...admonished again?"

Elegantly stepping back out of reach even as the punch was thrown by Loz, Desire exhaled a thin plume of smoke, amused despite itself. This one was probably the most violent out of the brothers. Which probably meant that he was the one with the least common sense. Brawn over brain, so to speak.

"Why would I?" the Endless chuckled. "You're already playing my game."

It knew Loz's desires, felt it so keenly that perhaps it was the one thing that had drawn the Endless to the trio. Those who desired the most deserved the most attention. Quite unfortunately, the type of attention it warranted depended on the mood of the Endless; help or hinder, everything was dependent on its flights of fancy.

"How uncouth, Loz. Surely you would wish for me to tell you the whereabouts of your mother and your brothers?" A smirk graced its fine features, and Desire took a long, slow drag of its cigarette. "Ask me nicely, and you'll be with them before very long."