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Character(s): Hellboy, Zexion
Content: Hellboy enters Paixao and meets Zexion
Setting: Joutenheim
Time: Evening
Warnings: None, yet...

It was the lack of motion that awoke him. The last thing Hellboy remembered was falling asleep on board his obnoxiously tiny rowboat. So what the hell was he doing laying down here in this field? A line of identical blond haired humans stood in line to get in. Oh well, whatever the hell this was it was usually best to just go along until the end, then beat the crap out of what ever was responsible. The demon joined them in the line, waiting his turn until he arrived at the gate. The human there seemed to be asking for the names of those entering the city and handing out some sort of computer thing. When asked for his name he gave it, received a red gizmo and proceeded through the gates without batting an eyelash. All in a days work. Now where the hell was he?

(ooc: anyone in the Joutenheim area, feel free to drop in)

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Zexion, for his part, had arrived at the gate some time earlier, and to relatively little fanfare. Quite unsurprisingly, he had then decided to watch as the assorted variety of newcomers trickled in. After all, who knew when it may become useful at a later date.

Hellboy's entrance in particular caught his attention, if for no other reason then his physical appearance. After all, if rumor was to be believed, demons were yet rare in the great city. Perhaps he could use this to his advantage. After all, newcomers to the city inevitably found themselves with questions - questions that perhaps he could answer. And if he managed to learn something useful at the same time, so much the better. But it would perhaps be not in his advantage to not be seen in the rather familiar Organization-style coat, for even if this newcomer knew nothing of its significance, doubtless someone in the city would, and to have it come up could prove unfortunate for any future encounters.

Therefore, by the time that Zexion arrived near Hellboy, he was no longer wearing the simple black coat of the Organization, but rather an equally simple pair of well-worn jeans and a slightly faded grey T-shirt.

"New to the city, I would assume?"

Hellboy just had enough time to take in his completely artificial surroundings before a man with gray hair, cut into what he assumed was that new 'emo' style he'd heard about, addressed him. After glancing over his shoulder at the stream of incoming (and obviously human) visitors, he asked in his deep, almost apathetic voice "Gee, what gave it away?"

"The general air of confusion, would, I believe, be a good initial indicator," he answered, appearing to be not in the least bit bothered by either the sheer difference in size.

"It is a state we all find ourselves in, in this place."

"Riiiight."

The demon pulled a cigarette out of his belt and placed in in his mouth, using his normal sized hand to pull out a lighter he he took a deep drag, exhaling a cloud of smoke which drifted lazily above his head.

"So, where the hell am I?" Hellboy'd never been the subtle sort.

It was quite possibly only through a great effort that Zexion managed to keep from wrinkling his nose at the scent of cigarette smoke.

"By name, at least, it is generally referred to as 'Paixao'. Its nature, however, is something of a mystery." At least to most people.

"Wow, that sheds a whole new light on the subject. Look, cut the cryptic crap, what do you mean by it's nature?" He'd been tempted to reply that all nature was a mystery, but decided against it. With this guy, saying something like that might actually start him on a conversation he had no desire to start.

(ooc: sorry, I had to repost 'cause of a type-o))

If he was at all bothered by the implied insult, he showed no outward sign of it.

"The domes and the gates are but a mere part of the distinct unusuality of this place. Suffice it to say that it seems to have a tendency to draw people in, and once 'caught' one finds that it is not so easy to leave as it first may seem."

Hellboy was tempted to try and do just that, but again decided against it. He had nothing to proove by leaving the city and if it was drawing people in then the most likely way to go about stopping it would probobly lie somewhere inside the city itself.

"Caught huh?" He paused a moment before asking another question. "What's yer name?"

"Ienzo," he answered simply. Technically, it wasn't even a lie - and would serve in good stead should word of 'Zexion of the Organization' get around. No need to have the two connected after all.

The first question was simply left unanswered - no real need to after all, since the answer was (to him at least) fairly obvious.

"Hellboy" it was only fair to give his name in return, although he really didn't give a crap.

His first question had been purely rhetorical so he hadn't expected an answer. "So, what now?"

"That would, most likely be up to you." He shrugged - it mattered little to him what anyone in the city did with their time. "Although it might be wise to find some manner of housing - I believe there should be a map function on the journal given to you at the gate."

"All right, so what are you doing here." People didn't just walk up and start helping demons that walked into their town.

"Watching the city pass by," he answered. "Passing the time as it were." And gathering information, not that he was going to mention that.

Hellboy raised his eyebrows. "Well, how ever you get your kicks 'aint any of my business." Still, this was certainly a strange way to pass the time.

He pulled out his journal, opening it and looking to the message board. There was a party happening soon, in spite of what appeared to be a string of kidnappings. How moronic was this mayor guy? And it was really kind of stupid of this "organization" to wear a uniform that would identify them. He gave a snort of mirth, muttering out loud "Sheesh, all these 'organization' people need to do is change their damn clothes and nobody'd be able to tell who they are."

He gave a look at Ienzo, the kind you give somebody when talking about how stupid somebody else was acting. "Kidnappers all wearing a uniform.” He gave a smaller, derogatory snort. “You'd think they'd of had the common sense to change clothes before they did the job."

It was at times like these that Zexion was very, very glad (or as close to as he could be) that he no longer had a heart to betray his emotions. And he was just as equally glad that he had decided that perhaps wearing the black coat of the Organization was not the best of ideas.

"Perhaps the act of being evil temporarily overrode their common sense," he offered with a slight smile.

That statement told Hellboy quite a bit about Ienzo. He either A) had reall strong feelings about kidnapping. Or B) Knew more than he was letting on. Hellboy was guessing the latter. And giving Ienzo that 'I-know-you're-not-telling-me-stuff-but-what-ever' look, he said "Feel that strongly about kidnapping do ya? I'm certainly not for it but there's a lot I don't know about here, things usually aren't what they seem."

He took another long drag on his cigarette, puffing another cloud of smoke into the air. He closed his journal and stowed it away, he'd be spending more time with it later. He couldn't help but wonder what 'Emo Ienzo' (as he'd come to mentally calling him) knew and wasn't telling him.

"It is always a shame when people believe the can solve their problems or make things right by turning to such a reprehensible activity as kidnapping," he answered with yet another faint smile.

Idly he wondered how Hellboy would react to knowing that he was one of the Organization, not that he had any plans to tell him.

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