It is Time [Completed]

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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.

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[birddefender.livejournal.com]

Picchu outstretched her wings, flapping them, primarily to shake out some of the rain water, and secondarily, to cope with the changing temperature, which was dropping quite fast, cold enough that it would soon snow.

"Something's obviously very wrong with the weather system," she grumbled mostly to herself.

The Defender merely shrugged at the remark about auras and her voice. It didn't matter. Time was of necessity to the Powers That Be. They used time as a means to learn about things they wouldn't know how it properly worked otherwise. A producer at a factory knows a lot less about their product than the consumer, after all. Even if they had once visited it some time ago.

"Claudications (http://www.youngwizards.com/ErrantryWiki/index.php/Claudication) aren't unusual, even temporospatial ones. Quite a remarkable amount of energy to merely show off, though." She ignored the insane laugh; the understanding of most wizards was that knowledge has many forms and the level of functioning of an individual was not to say that they couldn't perform impressive magic.

Picchu glanced at the dark-robed figure as he seemed to mock the white-cloaked knight, just as sarcastic as her suspected individuals for the 'Organization'....Another one, possibly? Curiosity piqued she decided to stick around and see if she could gather information by observing. She'd get involved if it got dangerous, but right now she was working on learning how things in the time frame within this domed city.