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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Poor thing looked rather shaken up, didn't she? The slowness was chalked up to that--it didn't even occur to him that she thought he might not be fluent. After all, he'd spent years in Domino City.... "Oh, did you? How splendid!" He beamed, clapping his hands together happily for her; it was probably something he ought to try doing soon, locating people.... Not that he really had....friends to contact. Maybe he could just see if there were any duelists here? Or maybe if Croquet had made the trip, or Yugi-boy, or anybody else.... though he had to wonder if Yugi would be better than nobody at all, considering their, ahem, "adversarial" relationship.

....So, yes. Hopefully some kind of duelist who didn't happen to be in Yugi's little posse. Things were starting to look bleak in that regard. The rambling about her friends was puzzling indeed, but he listened with polite interest, wondering just how it was they could have been gone without being absent. The best excuse he could think of involved Doppleganger.... But that did seem rather farfetched, even to him. Most schoolchildren couldn't summon monsters, after all. "I'm glad to hear that." Another cheerful look, even if this one was a little forced.

What he wouldn't give to be able to contact his special certain someone here.... Cecilia had been his everything. And what did he have now? Three souls in his pocket, one of which was a former friend he'd tossed aside like some piece of rubbish--a necessary action, though still one that hurt him to think about too closely--, a horde of admirers he didn't much care for, a boatload of employees who on the whole probably didn't much care for him, and a band of self-created nemeses. Oh, and a serious young businessman and a skittish teenaged girl, both of whom were total strangers, and neither of whom seemed to like him much at all. Wasn't this a joyous situation to be in? He couldn't even push the thoughts aside and go through with the plan, here--nobody else was here to execute it on, after all. Hopefully they would be searching for him, the tournament couldn't finish without the crowning match against yours truly....

"I don't suppose it would hurt, if you and your friends would have me for a bit--I don't bite, after all." The older man laughed at that, shifting his suitcase to his right hand for an excuse to not offer her a hand to shake, wedding band gleaming with the movement; she looked shaken up enough that he doubted any touch would be a good idea. "I'm sorry I didn't introduce myself sooner. My name is Maximilian Pegasus, and it's a pleasure to meet you, Miss....?"