It is Time [Completed]

[dix-des-coeurs.livejournal.com]

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]

"Don't call me Peach." The winged goddess muttered angrily at Albedo. (Knowing the verbal aspect of the creation languages innately was a useful ability.) When she registered the rest of Albedo's statement, she shook her head. Really, now she would have to deal with another potential threat other than her brother? Spatial distortions were annoyances, especially if they created eversions. First of all, those took energy to fix. Second of all, she couldn't find any simple indication of the composition and layers of time in the city. The heart of the city-world was hidden too deeply; one might make the assumption that someone had taken it far away.

To Luxord's retreating back, she smiled, "True enough, if you exist in time, it never waits. For some, however, time is flexible. It has enough layers."