http://dix-des-coeurs.livejournal.com/ ([identity profile] dix-des-coeurs.livejournal.com) wrote in [community profile] paixaorpg2007-02-20 02:58 pm

It is Time [Completed]

Characters: Luxord, Machu Picchu, Albedo, and whoever else is crazy enough to interrupt this menage a trois.
Content: Number X enters Paixao. Chaos ensues.
Setting: Muspelheim Gate
Time: Morning
Warnings: Snark? None yet, really.

It was a beautiful morning.
Ironically, whenever the Organization arrived on a world, it tended to be a beautiful morning.
Those never lasted long.
Luxord idly wondered whether Paixao would share the same fate as other worlds had before it – engulfed by darkness, the remaining fragments scattered across space, congregating and merging to form little half-worlds in the twilight.

Probably.
But for now, it was a beautiful morning, and Luxord had to enter the city before he could do any real damage.
He stood patiently in line, his black cloak the only features setting him apart from the multitudes of blonde, blue-eyed people before and behind him. No sense causing a commotion this early in the game – he didn’t want people remembering him when the real trouble started. No, better to wait patiently for now.
Except he didn’t need to be patient.
He allowed a slight smile to play across his lips as he grasped the threads of time before him and pulled slightly, increasing the speed of the time around the gate and the line he was in. When a twenty-minute wait had passed in five, he released the threads and let time settle back into its normal tempo.
It was then that the gatekeeper addressed him. “Name, sir?”
“Ludor,” he replied smoothly. Well, it wasn’t technically a lie.
Not that he cared.
“Thank you, sir.” The gatekeeper carefully recorded the pseudonym in his records and gestured towards a second booth. “If you’ll go to the second booth, you’ll receive your journal.”
Luxord continued on and picked up a sleek black rectangle from the second booth, barely hearing the gatekeeper’s final words to him: “Welcome to Paixao! Enjoy your stay.”
I rather think I will.

[identity profile] birddefender.livejournal.com 2007-02-24 03:37 am (UTC)(link)
"Thank you. Nice choice for a coat in this weather." Picchu said in a scratchy elder-like voice that closely reflected her macaw background. She turned when he walked behind her. How strange. The person behind her had a shield protecting him from the rain...that didn’t seem to have the right composition for a shield circle. At least by her knowledge it wasn't the right composition. It resembled something else. "Interesting shield you have," she addressed to the white-cloaked knight.

It was curious indeed. She'd observe these two for the time being. Being drenched didn't bother her in the least. There wasn't much else to do anyway at the moment. She could be rushed one minute, patient the next, but she was willing to wait to learn things. That's the way things worked in-time, after all. As her brother often said, 'The invention of time allows things to persist.'