How Far is Heaven? (Completed)

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Character(s): Auron, The Prince, B. Jenet
Content:  Instead of the Farplane, the 'Legendary Guardian' finds himself in Paixao.
Setting:  Vanaheim Gate. 
Time: Sunrise, Wednesday morning.
Warnings:  None.

The breeze smelled of the sea, that much was real.  There was a peacefulness here, but it was a forged peace.  The bliss he expected upon reaching the Farplane was only skin-deep.  It unsettled him more than his strange surroundings did, standing in the shadow of a gate supported by fruit trees, fake as they were.  He stood his turn in line patiently, hoping for the better.  He wished it was the Farplane, but instinct told him it wasn't.  Then again, he'd never seen what the Farplane was like, so for all he knew things would be different once inside the gates.

Quietly he waited, shuffling forward, the Shiranui swaying gently at his hip.  That was another problem - if this was the Farplane, why did he still have his sword?  Right now he had more questions than answers, one thing he didn't like in the least bit.  Growling softly by the time he made his way to the booth, he gazed at the man over his glasses hard enough to crack a stone.  Surprisingly the man didn't skip a beat, going into his near-memorized schtick about the city.

...
Paixao?  Then this wasn't the Farplane.  Lucky lucky him.

"Name?"  The man paused, expectant.

"Auron."

Half a moment later with a nondescript grey journal in his free hand, Auron found himself inside the city.  Winding his way two or three blocks into Paixao beyond Vanaheim Gate, Auron had made a mental list of things about this place that he found he didn't like in the least.  Things that struck him as being odd - odd to a man who had been dead for nigh on ten years, anyway.  There was no knowledge of Spira or Sin anywhere he inquired.  Even Zanarkand was unknown here, so this was no dream of the fayth.  Something had called him here, though.  Something strong enough to distract his soul from travelling to his final rest.

...
But what?