http://woolbrained.livejournal.com/ ([identity profile] woolbrained.livejournal.com) wrote in [community profile] paixaorpg2007-01-19 03:23 pm

The Lion and the Lamb [active]

Character(s): Kasugami, Leon
Content: Entering Paixao, I am a sheep.
Setting: Joutenheim
Time: HIGH NOON
Warnings: None, right now. Don't make me bump it up, Weon ):



To say that Kasugami was lazy was irreverent, offensive and rude. It was also probably close to the mark. Moreso she was a slave to her whims and enjoyed feeling good over all other things in life. Probably indulgent was a good word to describe her as well. For all of the sins to be indulgent in was that of drinking. Not that drinking is a sin in and of itself, of course. However, the amount of alcohol that one consumes in ratio to their bodyweight and rather in ratio to the average amount of alcohol others of their bodyweight also consume... To say the least, Kasugami had gotten very very drunk the other night.

Now, to put this in perspective. Kasugami can drink twice of her bodyweight rather easy. (Bodyweight being a relevant term as her exact mass and weight is subject to whim). Typically a long drinking session ends with the god laying on her back in a bed of stars and wondering (for a brief moment) where she was. Usually this questioning was answered rather quickly and she was up and wandering off again.

Today Kasugami woke up with that deliciously hung over feeling (the advantage to being a god was that the hangover was quite not that painful). She also woke up with fingers. Not the oddest thing in the world but usually she's a sheep. A drunken traveler sheep. Today she was none of the above and it was a bit of a displaced feeling. A hand reaching over her shoulder assured her that her gourd (ever-full) was present. Well, she was always up for new experiences. Squaring her shoulders, Kasugami stood and headed for what looked like civilization. And where there was civilization there was a bar. Er. Directions and knowledge. Yes. Of course.

The gatekeeper of Joutenheim was pleasantly surprised when a sheep-person-thing-mix walked up to him and asked where the nearest bar was. Or tavern, really. He got over that shock fairly well and grabbed an item, flicking it open to show her where the map was and indeed there was a most established and wonderful house of alcohol on there. Then he asked for her name.

"Kasugami, like so." She traced the kanji in the air as he took down her name. Map in hand Kasugami headed off in search of The Cheap Prayer or possibly that Ginger place. Either looked good, maybe she'd hit both today before the sun set.

[identity profile] roared.livejournal.com 2007-01-20 02:59 am (UTC)(link)
This wasn't Traverse Town.

It was always hot and moist in the waterway. The walls glimmered and reflected the gently lapping water, which plastered them in beautiful waving nets of light that came from the candles Aerith and Yuffie had lit in here earlier this morning. Leon did not know what time it was now and found himself, bitterly, not caring: whatever time it was in Traverse Town, there was never any true time. The skies never changed.

There was no endless blue, no clouds, just stars: endless waves of stars that shown brightly regardless of the city's lights, ones that blinked out now and then, never to be seen again, symbolizing worlds destroyed by the Heartless. Every night, Traverse Town got a little bit darker because of that, and each star, each world that went out, was like a grain of sand slipping down to the bottom of the hourglass. Time was running out.

Would Sora leave them in the darkness?

So many hours spend training in that cave, training, endlessly training to fight a war he couldn't even fight, Leon heard the dull clanking of his Gunblade on the damp pebbles as he dropped to his knees, feeling blackness curl up the corners of his eyes like the dark disheveled hair clung curled to his cheeks, dampened by his sweat.


When he opened his eyes, he saw it was Paixao.

Leon hated surprises. Loathed them. And to find yourself passing out only to wake up in a place that is completely foreign and strange is especially irritating. He was alarmed to say the least, but just like everyone else, saw civilization ahead in the domes and hoped to be saved somehow as he walked toward them. He noted all the strange individuals coming inside the place too. All of them were giving their names and getting small square objects in return.

The lion had to quirk his brow as he made note of the... what was that, a sheep person? As the sheep person ahead of him spelt her name in the air. Kasugami? What a strange name. Then again, this whole place was strange. "Paixao," he quickly learned it was, after trying to press the man who gave him his journal for questions after he'd given him his name. But that was the most he could get out of him; perhaps things would have been more fruitful if he had asked where the nearest bar was.

A sigh, and Leon stepped ahead like the rest of them. At first the sheep didn't seem to be much interest of him, but... well. It couldn't help to ask someone what the hell this is about. His heavy boots took him travelling after her, tapping her shoulder, and muttering, "Excuse me."

He was going to regret this, wasn't he?

[identity profile] roared.livejournal.com 2007-01-20 09:38 pm (UTC)(link)
Leon paused to quirk a brow at the sheepgirl. At first he had only thought her appearance was strange, but then he saw the look on her face, and the sound of her voice- was she drunk or something? Well, judging by that big gourd on her back, and the sudden strong reek of alcohol coming from her, probably...

No. He didn't know. What the hell was she talking about? "Have you been here before?" he decided to settle for asking, just to avoid any more potential stupidity.

[identity profile] roared.livejournal.com 2007-01-20 09:46 pm (UTC)(link)
"No," Leon answered, an expression of worry crossing his face as he idly glanced to the side, the regret clear on his face in spite of the fact he thought he was hiding it. "Have you come here voluntarily, at least?" he questioned once more, looking up at her with a cautious hesitence, afraid to hear "no" to that as well.

She may have been drunk, or hung-over, or something along those lines, but he still hoped she would be honest.

[identity profile] roared.livejournal.com 2007-01-20 09:53 pm (UTC)(link)
Leon wasn't much for getting drunk or ponies, but he could probably use one of them sometime. He was far too into himself, concentrated far too much on the negative. And it showed. He probably had a thing or to to learn from someone like this sheeplady, honestly.

Again, his face faultered. His brows furrowed, and Leon looked very irritated now. "No. It's not nice. I'm not supposed to be here." Gaze lifting, Leon stared up at the domes. Ugh. That was making him feel even more trapped...

[identity profile] roared.livejournal.com 2007-01-20 09:59 pm (UTC)(link)
Leon blinked out of his broody gaze and eyed her suspiciously a moment. Why would he ever...

A sigh. He shut his eyes a moment and tilted his head off to the side a moment, once again, as he contemplated his choices. She was right, being annoyed with the situation, or scared- like he was, secretly- wouldn't help him any bit. But he couldn't sit around and get drunk, he had to find his friends.

Well, he supposed he could go with her for now and inspect that thing that the person at the gate had given him. He didn't know if he really intended to get smashed or anything though. Much less even touch a drop of alcohol. He didn't have time.

[identity profile] roared.livejournal.com 2007-01-20 10:06 pm (UTC)(link)
Sigh.

"Fine." Fine, he'd try to stop worrying for once and just go about doing his own thing. Leon under stress was a very impulsive lion, and he didn't tend to make the wisest choices. He knew he might regret this later, but maybe having a stiff drink or two would easy his mind. Hell, it might even encourage him to think things through a bit more slowly.

And he could still just sit there and figure out what that journal was all about...

"Let's go then," he said, crossing his arms over his chest.

[identity profile] roared.livejournal.com 2007-01-20 10:22 pm (UTC)(link)
Leon knew he was going to regret this. He knew it.

Following the sheeplady along (not like he had a choice), he resisted the urge to mumble to himself about various things that irritated him along the way, mainly the way she seemed to be so damned eager to get there. It wasn't as if they were going to a fire. They were going to get drunk. Er. The sheep was. Not Leon. Definitely not Leon.

"It seems good enough for me," Leon said when they had reached the place, looking up at the sign and then eyeing over the establishment itself.

[identity profile] roared.livejournal.com 2007-01-20 10:40 pm (UTC)(link)
Leon suddenly regretted that he was being seen with a sheeplady of all things. Really, what would the people there think of him? Well, as soon as he got home, they'd never have to see him again, so it probably wasn't that big of a deal, but still...

Ah well. He followed Kasugami in and looked around the place; it was a bit seedy and didn't suit his tastes, however it was dark and quiet, and one glance over the list of drinks that was posted up on a nearby pillar. He headed over to it and stared a moment, reading over slowly. He wasn't sure why he was doing that; he wasn't the one who would be drinking... of course.

[identity profile] roared.livejournal.com 2007-01-20 11:20 pm (UTC)(link)
Leon sighed softly and eventually followed the sheep to the bar, grudgingly taking a seat beside her. He paused a moment when he heard her words- widening his eyes. Glancing to her, his brows furrowed with concern. "Do you even have any means to pay for all of that? And can you really drink all of that?"

This sheeplady was even more crazy than he'd originally thought!

[identity profile] roared.livejournal.com 2007-01-20 11:52 pm (UTC)(link)
Leon facepalmed. "Whether you can drink it or not, we're going to have to be able to pay for this some how. I refuse to be a part of this until you have some proof you can. I don't want to get stuck with a bill when I don't even have anything on me at the moment."

All right, this was sounding more and more like a very bad idea...

[identity profile] roared.livejournal.com 2007-01-21 12:13 am (UTC)(link)
Leon blinked at the items she showed him. He was about to say that there was no way that could pass as payment, but suddenly the barkeep thrust his head forward and looked down at them as well, his eyes glittering with greed at the sight of those things. He stated that they would be more than enough to pay for everything!

...Great. Just great. Running out of excuses not to drink, Leon looked down dully as the barkeep quickly set down something in front of him.

Ugh.

[identity profile] roared.livejournal.com 2007-01-21 01:02 am (UTC)(link)
Leon stared down at his drink still. He gave a glance to Kasugami and then back down to his drink. With a sigh, he grudgingly picked it up and gave it a smell, just to make sure it wasn't too potent.

Seemed fine. Ah well. Hakuna matata. He downed a gulp of it and swallowed, heaving a dejected sigh afterwards. Bitter, not too tasty, but he could already feel the buzz. He shouldn't drink anymore. But... well. What could it hurt? Another drink.

[identity profile] roared.livejournal.com 2007-01-21 01:11 am (UTC)(link)
Leon furrowed his brows at the sheep, but kept drinking. Another gulp, and things were beginning to get interesting. Now, he could hold his alcohol- he was a grown man, after all- but there was something decidedly strong about this drink that was getting to him, and fast.

Sighing once he had finished it, he set the glass down and stared dully at the counter in front of him. It was slightly blurry.

Slowly, he reached for the second drink that was placed in front of him.

[identity profile] roared.livejournal.com 2007-01-21 02:40 am (UTC)(link)
No. He shouldn't be doing this. Stuff was already getting hazy, and he didn't know where he was. And he was with this strange sheeplady; who knows what she might do. He didn't know why he was getting increasingly paranoid, but it was happening. He swore his heart was thundering in his chest as he took another drink, and then looked over at the sheep.

"No. I'm not going to drink any," he insisted, although his words were slightly slurred.

[identity profile] roared.livejournal.com 2007-01-28 07:58 pm (UTC)(link)
"No," Leon breathed, and sert his glass down with a slam louder than he intended--it made him jump slightly. "Can't drink."

Well, it seemed like all plans to make contacts with Aerith, Yuffie, or even Cid, were out the window now. And the only one who might have approved of this behavior would have been Cid, huh? Damn... at least chances of seeing anyone here were slim.

[identity profile] roared.livejournal.com 2007-02-08 03:05 am (UTC)(link)
Leon looked over to her, blinked, and tried to focus in. It was not working.

He looked down at her journal. Fuck. That was what he was supposed to be doing. Supposed to be contacting the others, trying to find away out of this... Pie... this Pie place, wherever it was. What a dumb name. He hadn't seen a single fucking pie since he'd gotten here.

One hand shifted down and moved through his pockets to find his journal as well. He pulled it out and dropped it on the table with his lack of coordination, flinching at the sound it made.

"I have to... talk to Aerith... or Yuf... nnn." His eyes shut for a moment. A dizzy spell.