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Character(s): Jayne Cobb, Anyone who feels like saying hello.
Content: Jayne arrives at Paixao, and starts swearing.
Setting: Joutenheim Gate
Time: Afternoon
Warnings: Jayne has quite a mouth on him. A mouth that likes to swear and spout forth death threats. He also likes to say extremely rude things in both English and Chinese. Please beware.

He looked at the river, the sky, the domes, and wondered just what the fuck was going on.

Jayne stood right next to the river in absolute shock, not having ever seen so much water in his life. He had been on numerous planets, ones on the very edge of the galaxy, and seen a few further in, but none of them had so much water. Terra forming planets tended to leave them dry, barren things, and the one he grew up on had been a small dust bowl. To see it all just right there, flowing freely, was impressive. It was almost enough to stun him out of the extreme anger he felt.

Almost.

"Where the hell am I?" Jayne wondered out loud. This didn't make any sense, rightly. Last thing he remembered was heading to bed in his bunk after fighting with that asshole Simon, but when he woke up he was here.

Shit, did Mal ditch him on some planet as a prank?

"Hun dan." He swore out loud, running a hand through his hair, grabbing his hat when he realized it was up there. This was quite a situation he was in. A quick check over his person made him realize he was unarmed, too. This simply wouldn't do. "C'mon Mal it's dishonorable to strand a man without his fuckin' gun.." He grumbled, trying to get a head for where he was. Glancing at the domes again, he frowned when he saw the line forming to get in.

Well hell. Getting into a fancy dome like that? There was bound to be plenty of expensive shit to steal. Domes were a sure sign of a richer community, and this place didn't look terraformed at all. Had to be some wealthy people living in there.

So he got in line with everyone else, making the occasional rude comment when the guy standing behind him got too friendly, until he finally reached the front. Some crazy looking guy behind the counter gave him a bored look before asking for his name. "Kiki LaRue." He replied without thinking, not about to give some person he didn't know his name. The man scribbled it down before waving him over to the next weird looking guy. Jayne really hoped he wasn't going to have to repeat himself, and was delighted when the guy just gave him something and waved him into the city.

Eyeing the little device in his hands, he decided to figure it out later and shoved it in his jacket pocket. Glancing around, he smirked when he saw his assumption had been correct. This place had to be loaded with cash. Hah. Fuck Mal and those Tam brats. He was going to be rich!

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There were about fifteen million other, better things he could be doing with his time, rather than walking around this area. But Marluxia decided he’d do none of them. He was sure the other things could take care of themselves. Even questionable people like Demyx would be fine. Surely even he didn’t need someone standing over his shoulder. Besides, there were others there specifically to do the grunt work. Besides, being in this area might provoke some of the other members into coming out for a chat. He’d find out what they were doing with their time, at the very least.

Marluxia strolled the Joutenheim Gate area, watching the incomers take their first steps into Paixao. Most were suitably impressed and went to take care of their business with all eagerness. They knew what they were here for. However, one man (one very large man, at that) stood out for obvious reasons. Ah, an outsider! It’d be his first to toy around with. Marluxia rubbed his hands together in anticipation, grinning. He ran a few fingers through his hair to make sure it was presentable, and smoothed his black coat. At least he hadn’t had to battle in it yet. Bloodstains were hard to get out of the material, even if the dark color barely showed them.

Holding his chin up, Marluxia headed towards the non-blond newcomer, walking as if he owned the city. He could pretend to be anything he wanted here. Even the mayor if he so chose! Maybe he’d go with that. At least a member of the city council. That should be a delicious enough story to go with.

Soon he stood at a polite conversational distance from the other man, hands behind his back and a knowing smile on his face. “You look lost,” he observed. “Don’t tell me you didn’t mean to come here! Everyone arrives with a purpose in mind.” That should be a suitable test of the man’s reactions.

Jayne was about ready to walk further into the city to explore his options, and to see what kind of people lived here exactly, when he was approached by a stranger. This was enough to draw his attention, and when he got a good look at the man, more specifically at the mans pink hair, he couldn't help but stare a little. Hair dye was expensive, and a waste of resources to boot, so seeing someone with a full head of pink hair was almost amazing.

Fuck. This guy had to be filthy rich to afford hair like that. Not a root in sight, either.

Hearing his words, and seeing the smile, Jayne was a little wary of the man. He knew better then to trust what people said, seeing as he knew he lied and by extension everyone else did, but maybe, just maybe, he could talk to the man long enough to find out where he lived.

He was going to make an utter killing on this planet, he just knew it.

Jayne nodded his head to the other man, putting his hat back on while he did so. "'Fraid so. Don't reckon you could tell me the name of this planet?"

It was time for information retrieval.

[OOC: I hope you don't mind Claire Popping in :)]

Claire blinked her eyes a few times confused. Had it been a dream? Was Jackie ok? She looked at her broken arm and groaned. Not again. She reached over and popped it back into place. Perhaps it hadn’t been a dream. But she couldn’t hear Jackie screaming anymore. Claire looked around. She couldn’t see Jackie either. Or the locker room. What. The. Hell. She slowly started to get up, cracking a few bones into place. She waited a few moments so that her face would return to normal.

She was definitely not in a locker room anymore. She adjusted her cheerleading uniform. How was she going to explain all this blood. This ability would be much better if it could erase blood stains from her clothing. Claire didn’t want to get too close to the small line before her. She knew people would stare. She decided to wait until the line dwindled a bit before she approached the large gate ahead. She curiously looked at the statue of giants with their clubs crossed. It looked like something out of a science fiction book.

Had she been kidnaped, by Jackie’s attacker? That couldn’t be the case though. He was no where to be found. She knew she wasn’t dead, but she couldn’t think of a logical explanation for her being outside suddenly. Claire watched the gate area and decided it would be ok to approach. She was going to simply find out where she was. She walked up to the gate with crossed arms. Hopefully not too much blood was showing. She was glad when the gatekeeper didn’t ask her any questions aside from her name. She was handed what the man called a journal. To her it simply looked like a little laptop. Hopefully it meant she could get in touch with home some how.

Claire walked into the city and looked around a bit. What she needed to do was get cleaned up. She opened some of the brochures she grabbed at the gate. The hotels advertised seemed like they would be her best bet. She was considering going to the café but didn’t want to take the chance of having to buy something to use the bathroom. To the hotel it was. Claire began walking a bit when she overheard the two men talking. The pink haired one seemed to know the city, and the other man was asking questions. Claire looked a bit unsure at first. Did that man just ask what planet they were on? She wondered if many the pink haired man was being weird for the other to ask that question. Well if they were about to argue, her asking for directions might distract them.

She flipped some of her blonde hair in front of her shoulders so that it would cover some of her face. She didn’t have a mirror, but she was sure there might still be some evidence of blood on her face. She walked up to the men, keeping her arms crossed. “Excuse me. But do you happen to know how to get to the hotel? The...” Claire looked at the brochure once more. “The Actua Are hotel?”

Joutenheim really was the place to be. Ah, if only Vanaheim were as lively. Marluxia had the opportunity to speak to not one, but two outsiders. The second one was a young girl. She could have blended in with the general populace if not for her strange outfit and the fact that she had green eyes and not blue. And was that… blood on her? Interesting.

“Just a moment,” Marluxia said to Blondie. She should know better than to interrupt a conversation like that. It was rude. He looked back to the man he had originally accosted. “Pardon the interruption. Anyway, this is the great city of Paixao. I suppose you could name the entire planet that, too. Paixao. It would work nicely.” He gave a little nod of satisfaction. No one ever asked the name of planets, and that struck him off-balance. He was actually thankful that the rude girl had come up on them like that. It gave him enough time to piece thoughts together.

“And now to answer your question.” Marluxia slowly turned his gaze back to the blond girl, slowly enough to drive home the point that he was an important man with important things to do, and she was even lucky just to have his attention for a few paltry minutes. “The gatekeeper surely gave you a journal, didn’t he? Well, there’s a map function included. You look like a smart girl. You should figure it out yourself.” He heaved a dramatic sigh. “But since you obviously can’t, I’ll assist. There is an Actua Are several miles to the east of here. If I were you, I’d either strap my walking boots on, or I’d head over to that train station.” He pointed idly in its direction. “But you might want to clean up first. People like to ask questions, you know. I’m curious. Did you fight for your position in line, or did you just trip over something on your way in?” He smirked, looking haughty.

He was a little confused by the mans answer, wondering why the city and the planet shared a name. "Paixao." He stated, giving the name a try. It sounded extremely weird on his tongue, a language he likely didn't know. Like something that belonged on Old Earth. He didn't much like it.

Jayne glanced at girl who had butted in and frowned at her a little bit. The blonde hair was a little strange, but nothing as crazy as the pink hair on the man he was talking to. Hearing the man remark about how she looked fresh from a fight, he thought about looking at he face to see what he was talking about, before deciding he just didn't care. However, the fact that the little thing that weird person at the gates had given him had a map in it, that intrigued him.

He never had much luck with electronics and went out of his way to avoid them usually, but a map sounded good. Digging the device back out, he turned it on and proceeded to try and get the map function to work. "So how d'you get that map to show up on this lil device? Don't have anything like this back where I'm from." Maybe the rich folk did, but no one on his ship had their own computer. There was really no point.

Claire was annoyed with the pink haired mans implication that she was stupid. But she was even more annoyed with the questions. As if she’d actually fight for a spot in line to get into this place. "I tripped." She replied. That was sort of true. If tripping was the same as being thrown against a wall. Claire didn’t think her tripping was believable. She didn’t have any cuts to account for the blood. A fight could have been more likely if she had been the winner of that fight. But she would let the pink haired man draw his own conclusion.

So the journal really was like a laptop. Claire considered walking off as soon as the pink haired man answered her question, but she decided to stick around. He might be rude, but she had been a little rude too. She had a reason to be in a bad mood though. She has just been thrown into a wall after trying to help Jackie. And she wasn’t supposed to be in this...Paixao place. She should have been at homecoming getting crowned at that very moment. Instead she was bloody and lost.

Claire opened her journal and turned it on. She probably could have figured it out on her own but since the other man had already asked she could simply listen for the answer. She hoped the pink haired man wouldn’t give any more insults. She was having a bad enough night as it was. She didn’t need some stranger giving her crap too.

Armed with both shiny paper and strange block, Vyse headed into the city. So it was a city entirely underground, or under these roundish overhead constructs. What were they called? Domes, right? So an entire domed city, one that was on no map he’d ever seen. The Valuans must not have known about it. But this place would have been obvious from the skies. What was going on?

He put that train of thought aside when he saw a group of people standing together and talking. Only one of them was blond, which was strange, considering he’d just spent a good amount of time in a line that consisted only of blond people. One guy was huge and built like a tank. He had weird clothes on, too, clothes he’d never seen on anyone in all his life. There was another guy who was pretty big, too, but he wore all black, and – Vyse had to do a double take – he had pink hair??? How?? And why would anyone want that?? Well, at least the last of the group wasn’t so bad. She had blond hair and a weird red-and-white outfit. Again, he’d never seen its like before. This place must be full of isolated people who had developed their own customs.

He decided to go in for a closer look, and he heard them talking. Ok, so in this isolated place, they all spoke his language? No variants at all? That was a little hard to believe, and it made his head hurt to think about it. Sure, it made things easier, but it made no sense logically. He could join in the conversation, though, now that there were no language barriers to cross!

He heard the pink-haired guy speak disparagingly to the girl. Immediately his sense of righteousness stepped in, and he came up beside her in time to hear her claim she tripped. “So what if she did?” he boldly cut in. “Leave her alone.” He looked at the girl curiously. “Are you hurt, miss? I can help. I know some healing magic.”

The interruptions never ceased! Marluxia should have expected nothing less from the gate area. New people were always coming in, and that was the case here. It tried his patience greatly. He had only wanted to talk to the first man, and now two teenage twits had the insolence to come right up to them and interrupt! Marluxia rubbed his temple, trying to calm down and bite back every sharp retort that sprang to his mind. It would have been so easy to reach out and strike the newest interloper, too. Ah, but that would ruin his image. A town councilor would never strike a new citizen, no matter how irritating.

Marluxia spread a thin, forced smile across his face and took a deep breath. He ignored the latest comments and decided on giving a small journal tutorial. “All right, everyone, listen up. I’m only saying this once, so if you forget, or don’t hear it, you will need to rely on someone else.” He pulled out his own journal and showed it to all three of the group’s members. “This is your journal. It is a communication device that operates within this city.” He opened the device to display the journal entry screen. “This is where you write using either the alphabet keys, or directly on the screen via stylus.” He picked up the stylus and waved it around. “It’s like a pen, but it only works when used on the screen. Anyway, the device functions as a quick messaging device or a journal, depending on the mode. And now for what you’ve all been waiting for.” He pointed to a small square on the device’s screen with the stylus. “This little button gets you to the map screen.” He demonstrated again. “Of course, you would have figured it out, had you read the brochure, but I suppose that is a little much to expect.” He snapped shut his journal and tucked it away again. Vexen really gave too much credit to these cretins.

Marluxia glared at the two teenagers. “And no, there will be no question and answer session afterwards. Now scram. And don’t forget to watch your step,” he said with a nod at the girl. “I would hate for you to trip again.”

By now Jayne was more than content to ignore the two teenagers who had joined in on the conversation. Instead he was paying very close attention to the explanation of the device in his hand. So you could type, or write on it. Good. So this little thing will do Chinese. Maybe he could get a message to Mal with this thing to come back here and take him off of this hunk of rock, this 'Paixao'.

He'd check it out later. Mean time, he still only had a hunting knife on him. He needed to acquire a gun, pronto. Can't go around a city unarmed, that was outright stupid. He grabbed his stylus and poked at the square that the pink-haired guy had pointed out. Ahh. Map. Good. He'd leave this group of people and search out the nearest weapons shop.

Clicking the device off, he put it away in his jacket pocket. He straightened out the knitted hat on his head and crossed his arms over his chest. "So people just show up here all confused like all the time? Don't that strike the folk who live here as a bit odd?" The question was directed at Marluxia, but anyone with an answer would have suited him fine.

Claire rolled her eyes. Who was this guy? “I’m fine” She replied. Healing magic? Just what she needed. A crazy person trying to be a hero. But at least he was nicer to her than the other man. She really didn’t like the pink haired man one bit. But at least he hadn’t said anything about magic. Of course...maybe the new guy did have healing powers. She looked him over. He definitely looked as though he had come from a costume party. Though what he was trying to be, Claire couldn’t figure out. Maybe a pilot or something, she thought. It definitely reminded her of something out of the video games her brother played. Other than the outfit though, he wasn’t bad looking. If she weren’t in this random place she might have developed a crush on him. But she didn’t intend on being there long enough to get to know him. Besides, the last time she went out on a date with a cute guy she woke up on an examiners table.

Claire turned her attention back to the pink haired man as he explained the journals. He seemed annoyed at having more than one person to talk to. He clearly had anger issues. She watched what he did and then she did it herself. It really wasn’t complicated at all and the man was right. Had she of taken the time, she could have figured it out on her own. She looked at some of the journal entries that came up as the man went on with his lecture. Apparently a lot of people were new to the area.

She shot a glare at the man when he made his comment on her tripping. What was his damage? Did he honestly think she would be intimidated by some pink haired man with a bad attitude. Jackie was more of a bitch than this guy could ever hope to be. “If you’re trying to be intimidating you might want to loose the little girl hairstyle you have.” Claire knew that was a cheap shot. It wasn’t a very good come back at all. But she didn’t really care anymore.

When she heard the other man speak up, Claire turned her attention towards him. “I looked at some of the journal entries and it looks like a lot of people are confused.”

Vyse looked at the little block of something in his hand and opened it when directed. A free lesson? Who could turn that down! So the block was actually some sort of very tiny machine. It had its own light, even. It must have some kind of moonstone on the inside. It looked like something Valua would come up with, going by the high standards their ships were built to. And there was a little tray of alphabet letters in the strangest order he’d ever seen. There must be some reason for it, but he doubted the grumpy pink-haired man would know. Besides, he wasn’t going to answer questions, the jerk. Vyse glared at him. The comment directed at them was rude! And then he insulted the woman again! Didn’t this guy have any sort of honor code? Geez. If he ever said something like that to Aika, he’d get a boomerang jammed up hard where the sun never shone.

He had to laugh, though, when the girl insulted the pink ‘do. Great! So the girl could stand up for herself. Aika would be proud.

Journal entries? After poking randomly about on his block’s screen, he could see some of the confused entries that had been mentioned. They called it a journal, so he could call it that too, instead of block or thing. “I don’t think anyone knows what’s going on,” he said after glancing over several. Written in his own language, too. How fortunate! “I know I don’t. And if you do, Pinky, you should share. You don’t seem like you’re from around here, either.” Pinky was lame, but it was in the same vein as ‘little girl hairstyle,’ so it worked for him.

Marluxia grit his teeth behind a very forced smile. Insults. They were playing his favorite game, the brats. He had no idea how real town councilors would react to this. If he’d had his scythe out, he would have bashed them both over the head with its butt and grinned as they slumped to the ground. But he must have patience!

One of his eyelids twitched just a little, hinting at how angry he was and how hard he was working to keep a cool exterior. “Little girl hairstyle? Pinky? Creative, kids, creative. Do you want a gold star to bring home to your mothers? Oh, that’s right, you’re never going to see them again!” he snapped. “How sad! I could cry tears for you right on the spot. But I won’t. I will simply feel sorry for you. After all, it is those without sharp minds who resort to physical insults.” His smile grew even thinner, stretched out across his face.

Having worked that out of his system, he at last turned back to the original man. He took a breath and politely began answering the original question. “To answer your question now: occasionally outsiders like us end up in this city. The citizens are more than used to it, though, as it’s been happening for quite some time now, and with increasing frequency. Some of the citizens help newcomers. Others shun them. But there is more than enough room for everybody here, even the pushiest of us all.” He glanced at the young girl to make a point. “Outsiders generally become quite comfortable here, though, and feel no desire to leave again.”

He glanced at the blonde girl after hearing her talk about how everyone else was confused on the journal-thing. He didn't really care too much about this journal crap, but he figured he'd give it a look later on. Technology didn't really hold his interest if it wasn't a weapon.

The teenagers were trading insults with the pink haired guy, which was kind of amusing. He almost half wished it would turn into an exchange of physical blows, but he wasn't counting on it. It didn't seem like the pink-haired guy would really start a brawl with the kids for the sake of appearances. He knew the type: liked to seem all cool and calm even when they wanted to throttle ya.

That type of folk were a lot of fun to piss off usually, but Jayne wasn't really in the mood to try something with anyone when he didn't have a gun.

He had the pink-haired guy's attention again, who finally answered his question. He snorted at that, looking a little annoyed. "That's a right strange thing to get used to." People don't want to leave after a while? Well then, all the more reason to get the hell out right now.

Till he could figure that out, though, he wanted to get to the weapon shop. "Well it was mighty nice speakin' to you all, but I'm going to head out." He nodded his head to Marluxia. "Thanks for the info." He also gave a parting nod to the two teenagers, before he headed down the road, trying to remember exactly which way the weapon shop was.

Claire grew more and more annoyed as the pink haired man talked. Wait. Never see their mothers again? Were they trapped here? That was ridiculous. But...it could be true. She knew that this place was not anywhere near Odessa. And she had no way of contacting her parents. She might just be trapped after all. Damn it Well she wasn’t going to stand around here with a giant marshmallow bunny peep trying to insult her.

“Good luck” She said as the man started away. She thought about what he said too. It was a strange thing to get used to. Maybe this had something to do with the man who attacked her and Jackie. Did all the people in the city have certain abilities. She tried to imagine the pink haired mans ability. Maybe he exploded. Maybe he turned into a woman. That would explain his moodiness. The man was clearly a woman with pms. Claire shook her head. She didn’t have time to sit around and wonder about the man. She didn’t care.

“You can keep that gold star as your own reward for being so helpful” She said sarcastically. She’d follow the other mans example. She looked at the map and began to walk past the pink haired man. Her goal was to make it to the hotel and try to clean her uniform. And the best part was she’d be away from the rude man

What Pinky said gave Vyse pause. Who cared about the insults the man tossed out? What he said underneath all of the bluster was what really concerned him. Never see their mothers again? People who ended up here didn’t want to leave again? That was really, really bizarre. That meant this place was some sort of paradise. As far as Vyse knew, paradise didn’t use pissy pink-haired emissaries as greeters. It was supposed to be a happier place, right?

And why would Valua dump him off at paradise? This place should be more like a prison, going by that logic. Maybe saying that people were happier here and never left was a sweetened way of saying that they weren’t allowed to leave, or couldn’t, cause a giant floating island is a pretty hard place to escape from without a ship. And ships weren’t just left around willy-nilly.

Anyway, things were happening while Vyse was lost in thought. The big brown-haired guy headed off then. And the blonde girl was about to go, too. She’d turned away already, looking at her device’s map. He looked back at the pink-haired man. He had this irritated smile on his face, which was pretty hilarious on its own. So, to push Pinky again, he did what Aika would do, and made a face at him. He pulled down on his eyelid and stuck out his tongue, and then laughed as he let it go.

“Hey, miss! Wait for me!” he said as he too abandoned Pinky and hurried after the blonde.

Marluxia did not have the tolerance of a town councilman. Nor did he have the patience of a saint. He could take only so much mocking, most of which came from with the Organization. He accepted that pretty quietly. After all, that blasted ranking system hardly gave him any room to bite back at the insulters. So most of that irritation snowballed within him, and he needed to release it sometime.

The big man he talked to at first had been pleasant enough to talk to, if not a little gruff and rough around the edges. But then. Then! Teenagers butted in. Marluxia hated to be surrounded, for one thing, and next to that, he hated children. When both combined, an explosion was imminent. The fuse grew shorter when the blonde girl was cheeky to him. And it just about disappeared when the boy in blue made a ridiculous face at him! The NERVE! Didn’t they realize who he was?

Marluxia opened his mouth to scream, but then got a better idea. It would get his point across even better than angry words. He acted quickly, moving swiftly to carry out his idea. It was brilliant in its simplicity. He came up beside the distracted blonde girl and… stuck his foot out in front of her, at such an angle that it would certainly trip her, since she wasn’t paying attention. “Oops, excuse me,” he said when the trip was imminent. Sweet revenge and a poke at the girl’s clumsiness; she had tripped on her way in, hadn’t she?

Claire was about to turn and wait for Vyse, but instead of turning she found herself falling. She let out a surprised little yell. Her journal went flying and she fell to the ground skinning both knees. She groaned when she was on the ground. This was definitely the worst day of her life. “Yeah right” She replied as she righted herself to a sitting position. She was facing them now and looking at her bloody knees.

The blood slowly went back into the wound and the skin closed up over it. Her knees were perfectly fine now, and didn’t have any sign of her fall at all. She checked her shoe laces and got up like nothing happened. “What are you, five?” Claire rolled her eyes. She looked around and picked up her journal. “I hope it didn’t break.” She checked it out. It seemed to be just fine, and Claire was thankful for that. She would need that map. She needed a new shirt and fast. She was really getting tired of seeing blood.

She looked now at the pink haired man and the boy in the costume. She was expecting looks of shock and disbelief. That’s what Zach had looked like. She wondered if he was looking for her at the dance. He would have no idea where she was. But then again neither did she. But her foremost thought was that she really hoped the pink haired man would be creeped out by what he saw. He deserved it after all his displayed immaturity.

Vyse immediately regretted calling out for the girl as soon as the words left his mouth. He’d distracted her and given Pinky the perfect opportunity to close in and trip her. Stupid, stupid, stupid! “Watch out!” he yelled, but by then it was too late. She had already hit the ground.

He skidded to a stop. Damn it. He saw the girl’s knees. Skinned knees were a bitch to walk around with. He spared a glare at Pinky before he hurried closer to the girl to investigate. He was pretty handy with healing minor wounds. He could have those cleaned up in just moments.

But it seemed he didn’t have to! Vyse blinked a few times to make sure he really saw what he was seeing. Before the blinks, her knees were pretty torn up. After the blinks, it was as if she had never fallen in the first place. But how had she done that? She hadn’t called upon any magic. He would have felt it, and seen the green casting circles if she did. How did she do that? Vyse stared in amazement. She healed herself without magic! That was so cool!

Vyse put his hand under his jaw and closed his mouth. It wasn’t polite to gape at a stranger. When he got his wits together, he found he was angrier at Pinky than he was astonished at the girl’s healing abilities. He stepped so that he stood with a wide, intimidating stance. He put one hand on the hilt of one sword and pointed at Pinky with the other.

“That was a cheap move!” he said angrily. “You could have really hurt her! I suggest you leave us alone, or there will be trouble!” He glared hard at Pinky. Who tripped people like that? Was the man off in the head or what?

Marluxia watched in utter, luxurious satisfaction as the bratty teenage girl went down. That had to be the highlight of his day right there. All the annoyance was worth it in that one moment.

His triumphant smirk mutated into a sneer when he saw the girl’s knees afterwards. They’d been nicely bloody just seconds ago. Mere moments ago, they were beautifully skinned. And he had watched in consternation as the wounds sealed themselves up, the blood disappearing as if it never was there to begin with. That wasn’t fair! She had effectively stolen the wind from his sails with that one act! How dare she!

Marluxia couldn’t help himself. He stamped his foot. She ruined it! The brat! His fists clenched. Mad, wild, and excessively violent thoughts flowed through his head. Wait. He took a breath, letting a cooler head prevail. Wouldn’t that ability be just ducky to have among his comrades? They would effectively be indestructible! And if that ability had anything to do with her heart, all the better.

He took a few steps back, pointing his finger at the girl. “I don’t know how you did that,” he said in astonishment, “but that’s not important. I need to know your name. Tell me,” he demanded. He needed to keep track of her, brat that she was. “And you! Stay out of this,” he snarled at the annoying boy who got all up in arms on the girl’s behalf.

Claire watched the reactions slightly amused. She knew she should have been more careful when walking by the pink haired man. But at least no one from home saw her. The costumed boy looked amazed at what he saw. But the pink haired man...he really was a kid. He actually stamped his foot. Claire couldn’t believe it. And she had the other boy ready to fight the pink haired man. Was she being punk’d?

Claire looked at the pink haired man, eye brows raised. “I’m not telling you my name no matter how big your tantrum gets. You really need a nap” She rolled her eyes. This man was getting on her nerves. He was worse than her little brother. She turned and began walking away. “Come on Hero-boy lets go.” She needed to get away from him fast. He was psycho. What if he was like the guy who attacked her and Jackie in the locker room?

She hoped that Pinky, as Hero-boy referred to him, would not follow them. She already had a killer after her she didn’t need to add a stalker too. And Hero-boy seemed nice enough. He did stick up for her. He was probably a loser judging by his costume choice, but she had promised Zach that she wouldn’t be so much of a bitch anymore. So she’d give him a chance. Besides, with all these crazy people running around she would need a friend near by.

Hero-Boy? Well. That was quite the nickname, and it made Vyse smile. It was true enough. Already a hero and on his way to becoming a legend. Anyway. The blonde girl was inviting him along, and he wasn’t going to ignore that.

Vyse followed after her, walking backwards to keep facing Pinky. He wasn’t going to be tricked twice in one day, especially not by some overgrown kid. Vyse knew he himself was still young – his dad never failed to remind him of that – but he had never thrown a tantrum or behaved like Pinky. It was weird, seeing an adult acting so young.

Once they were a safe enough distance away, Vyse turned to walk normally beside the girl. He didn’t even know her name, but he knew that she was special and that she’d probably need his protection, for a little while at least.

They were children. They didn’t know better than to walk away from him. Marluxia seethed as the brats left. At least they were gone now. Good riddance. He could find them again if he ever needed to anyway. But he probably wouldn’t. He’d send someone like Demyx after them.

At least the encounter had given him wonderful material to work with. He now had three more subjects to look after. Technically he didn’t, since this was Joutenheim, but if the others slacked, he was more than willing to take on more than his share.

Now that the kids were gone, Marluxia could move onto more important matters. They had all been a diversion and a waste of time. He knew he should have stayed in the far more sane area around Vanaheim. Once again, Marluxia straightened his jacket and walked off. There were more outsiders in the city that needed looking after anyway.

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