Into the Rabbithole [Complete]

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Character(s): Pegasus and Chizuru, and anyone else who wants to wander by?
Content: Pegasus and his awesome campiness and Chizuru and her awesome lesbian-ness collide! Oh noez! =O
Setting: Muspelheim gate
Time: Late morning
Warnings: Pegasus being a lush, Chizuru being a lesbo, etc. Please, kids, don't drink and park. Accidents cause people.

Still chuckling over his victory, Pegasus strode from the battlefield, savoring the ire of the watching duelists above him as the arena dismantled itself. However desperate they were, whatever strength they dredged up from the depths of their spirits, he would make sure to crush their efforts as soundly as he did their dreams, the way his had been so many years ago. He accepted the congratulations of his bodyguards graciously, taking the briefcase one of them had been holding for him and disappearing down the castle's twisting corridors. A quick check in the kitchen revealed that all was well, and that Seto had indeed been taught to wash dishes; the soulless body was drying a wine glass mechanically, equally glassy eyes staring down at the worn rag making its mindless circles. "Do be careful with those, Kaiba-boy, you know how I love my refreshments. As a matter of fact, you don't even need to put that one away—I feel like celebrating. How about a nice Merlot, hmm?"

"You heard Master Pegasus. Get him his wine." A guard gave Seto a push in the direction of the wine cabinet; the young man brought the bottle back, filling the glass held out to him and staring mindlessly as it was held aloft. "Let's have a toast, shall we? Here's to you, Kaiba-boy, and to your little friends, too. I do so hope their performance will be satisfactory. After all, we wouldn't want you to languish here forever while the pieces fall into place...."

Pegasus took a hearty sip of wine, his eye widening as the scenery suddenly shifted around him. The young man choked and coughed with the sudden surprise, nearly dropping his glass—it remained unshattered and unspilled, but he was still given a dirty look for the sip that had been sprayed all over a young man's shirt. His nice, clean white shirt.... "Oh, I'm terribly sorry about that....." Pegasus smiled apologetically, willing to overlook the initial strangeness of the situation to make amends and try to compose himself. "It was completely unintended, I assure you. Is there anything I might do to make it up to you?"

"Don't.... don't worry about it, sir." The young man twitched a little, but kept his smile frozen in place and his politeness as fixed as ever. Unlike many people—to their displeasure—Pegasus had appeared in the line, not to one side of it. Not only that, but he had appeared directly behind the person just now disappearing through the gates, cutting out the wait entirely. What service! "Your name, please?" The booth keeper asked, reaching for a tissue to try and blot some of the wine off.

"Maximilian J. Pegasus, my good man. And yourself?"

"That's not very important, Mr. Pegasus. Here are your brochures and journal; you may enter Paixao now."

A gleaming gold journal and packet of brochures was handed to him; Pegasus accepted them graciously enough, calling back cheerily as he entered the domed city. "Bye now, don't be a stranger!" There. Now that he was left to his own devices, he could maybe figure out what on earth had happened, and just where Paixao was; this was quite obviously not part of the Shadow Realm, and it didn't feel as if he'd been transported through it somehow.... Just what had happened, anyway?

Well, whatever it was, he might as well finish his drink before anything else happened.....

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He would have complained at Teru's train of thought. Really now, a fool? He liked his hair, thank you very much! Long, soft, straight, shimmering silver locks.... A gorgeous mane befitting a man of his distinction and stature, a lion in the entertainment industry and in the news. He'd had it like this ever since he was a child, and more importantly--she was always the most important thing--Cecilia had liked it. She'd loved to run her fingers through his hair, play with it, admire it, much as he did to her own beautiful blonde tresses. It took far too much effort to care for and cultivate to be a wig--cosplayers rockers could eat their hearts out, because a wig would never come even close to his luxurious locks....

Ah, traditional greeting.... He was used to more western mannerisms, even in Japan, but he was still at least conversant in things like this. Pegasus bowed politely in return, keeping his head at an angle with the ease of long practice so that the hair covering his Eye wouldn't be disturbed. "Oh, there's nothing to apologize for, my good man--I think anyone who isn't blond and blue-eyed would gravitate towards each other in this crowd, don't you?" He laughed quietly, looking around to prove his point; his eyes skimmed straight over Chizuru before returning to her; she was the only other person who didn't sport blond hair nearby, after all.

Still, his attention returned to Teru quickly enough. Maybe someone who had a purpose here would be able to tell him more about leaving--as pleasant as this all was, he had his own personal island and castle to get back to, and the remainder of his tournament to oversee.... "I don't suppose you had a reason for coming to this city, did y--oh!" He snapped his fingers suddenly, bringing a hand up to his face. "Where are my manners? I'm terribly sorry about that. My name is Maximilian Pegasus, and it's a pleasure to meet you, Mr. ....?"