paixaorpg | A Crashing Entry (Active!)

Character(s): Tykki Mik and anyone else who wants to drop in (I encourage it)
Content: Tykki's arrival
Setting: Joutenheim gates
Time: Evening
Warnings: Spoilers for those D.Gray-Man fans that aren't up to Chapter 112 (Shame on you, go catch up!)

It’d been quite a while since he’d felt this kind of excitement. It probably had something to do with the opponent, because really, how many exorcists could have their innocents turned to dust and then resurrect it? An interesting lad, not to mention his strength. Unfortunately for the boy, Tykki was just getting started.

A mad glint had wormed its way into his eye as he lunged out of the building and into the thin air, weapons in hand. And then, there was a person in front of him that wasn’t the kid.

“What the—” He started, shocked, while skidding to a stop on the air. The person in front of him turned around. It was a scraggly man with a messy beard that matched the red hair on top of his head. He started muttering, “Watch it, buddy,” but never really got all the way through. After all, Tykki was treading the air, and you didn’t really see that save in the circus, and even then there was magic strings helping along. No strings attached, he thought with a grin as the man whirled around, frightened. The small line in front of him started to move towards a set of huge gates and a dome. Peeking over his shoulder, Tykki took a gander at the line behind him. It went on for quite a while. Lucky he landed near the front, but where did the line go to? No way to find out except go in.

Tapping his foot, Tykki descended to the ground with one drop, the star-shaped weapons in his hands disappearing. And suddenly, there was a scowl on his feet.

“This isn’t the ark, and that means,” He paused the last drop of happiness from the battle he had left disappearing as he finished; “I left the Tease behind.” He sighed regretfully as someone behind him snickered quietly. Whoever it was probably thought the Tease were women. Golden eyes rolled as the line moved forward. When he finally reached the front, there was a bored little man in a booth.

“Name, please.”

“Sir Tykki Mik,” He replied, bored look matching the man inside the booth.

“Spell that, if you would be so kind.”

“T-Y-K-K-I M-I-K. Do you want me to spell out ‘sir’ as well?” Tykki jeered with a slight grin.

“No thank you,” the man remarked, neither phased nor amused. He stamped something, scrawled something else in black ink and then handed small, metallic device through a window.

“Thank you and welcome to Paixao.”

He took the contraption, fiddling with it as he passed through the gates. He managed to get it open, earning him a bing! noise from the machine. He raised a black eyebrow at it.

“Where’s Rhode when you need her?” Tykki groaned, attempting to figure out just how to work the machine. Contraptions like this weren’t his area of expertise in the slightest. As he leaned against the gates, which earned him a reprimand from a citizen, he pulled out a cigarette and a book of matches, lighting it as he glanced around. The place was so obviously fake that it made him slightly disgusted as he went back to the device in his gloved hands.

If you have to be fake, at least don’t flaunt it.