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You're a True Freak with Style [Complete]

Character(s): Vicious and Isaac
Content: Vicious arrives back at the Muspelheim Gate after a long adventure of lostness and meets a very odd man named Isaac who is new to Paixao.
Setting: Muspelheim Gate
Time: Wednesday night
Warnings: crude language?

Often when Vicious thought it could never get worse that was when the world decided it was time to strike him down. Whether it be fire, flood, an epidemic of cops suddenly growing a spine to the syndicate rule...or a once friend banging the hell out of his girlfriend. Maybe it was taking things a little personally but life was damn good at ruining his fun.

He walked up to the Muspelheim gate feeling a little tired of seeing the familiar sight of it's flames. How many times had he passed through it's gates only to end up returning? This time he made a vow that he would not be leaving the city of Paixao unless there was a very good reason for it. It did no good to try. The city had a hold on it's inhabitants. Alien or otherwise.

Left with nothing again it was time again to start fresh. Even if he didn't know how just yet. Vicious lit a cigarette and brought it to his lips closing his eyes to think for just a moment.

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One moment the redhead was awaiting the arrival of his nemesis, the next he was laying face down in a dusty pathway. Isaac huffed a few times before managing to rise to all fours, then to his own two feet (with a slight wobble), grasping his forehead and the hair that surrounded it tightly. It felt like his brain was going to seep out of his skull suddenly if he didn't keep it in there with his palms. "Ahh.." he groaned and took a few shakey steps forward.

After a minute or two the world finally came into focus and his eye caught a glimpse of the area around him. It felt strange, glassy and sort of cold to someone who was so used to the muddy lands of Valachia. Isaac slowly wet his lips with his tongue and walked towards the biggest structure he could see, a tall gateway it seemed. When the devilforger got closer to the it he realised that it was burning, on fire perpetually!... It must've been some sort of witchcraft no doubt.

But before Isaac could contemplate this he noticed something, something that took his breath away. A flash a figure that seemed familiar, white hair, male and dressed in dark clothing. Could it be? Was it him?! Did he follow him here by some bizarre twist of fate?! He didn't wait around to see if it was who he thought it could be from that distance, so he made a dash for it towards the figure.

However, by the time Isaac reached the figure it was too late, it wasn't Hector. It wasn't him at all... "Hec---?!... Oh."

Vicious stared at the strange red headed man who had appeared out of thin air before him. The cigarette in his mouth quirked down almost slipped free, then up as he gained control over his surprise again. Well it was hard not to stare at a stranger, he reasoned to himself.

'Who in the hell walks around in leather like that these days?!' He thought to himself stepping a little closer the red head.

Well as interested in the odd stranger as he was the man apparently didn't seem as 'excited’ to see him.

Vicious knocked the ashes from his cigarette onto the ground. "You look thrilled to be here." He murmured in a sarcastic tone.

Isaac was almost the very definition of the word strange; his body was covered is masses of tattoos, scars, cuts and piercings, his attire consisted of almost grotesquely low cut leather pants, hooker-style thigh-high boots, and long leather gloves, and he had the strangest of eyes (not that you might be able to tell, his eyes didn't settle anywhere for long) they were grey -almost white.

He commented quietly in a smooth, slightly paranoid, tone of voice. "You're not who I thought you might be..." He took a long, hard, stare at the man infront of him for a few seconds, then his eyes darted away again. He didn't like eye-contact, it made him nervous.

"Where am I?" he asked afterwards, looking around the place again. There was something about Isaac that screamed 'lost child', he was almost painfully gullible, so any answer the stranger might give would probably be accepted.

Vicious in comparison to the exoticness of the other looked rather minimalistic as he stood there, shirtless in his black pants. Even the tattoo winding from his wrist to the shoulder could not match the intricately detailed piece that the other's was. However, rather than taking a disapproving eye do the red head's clothing he thought they rather suited him.

If he were the type who demanded attention, he might have asked the red head to look at him. "Disappointed?" Vicious smirked at the stranger finding his lack of eye contact...amusing for the moment.

To the question he shrugged his shoulders and gave the man another sarcasm laced answer. "As to where you are? You're in hell." He watched the redhead wondering whether he would actually believe him with that gullible expression so well pasted across his face.

And Isaac believed this reply instantly. "I knew I'd end up here soon." his eyes darted from left to right and he began to manically chuckle to himself (it was a high-pitched, squeaky, little laugh. Not unpleasant on the ears, just a little odd to come out of fully grown man). "Hehe.. Hehehee!! Master must be here then, my Lord must be here." He was evidently a total stranger to any sort of discretion, blabbing out secrets infront of a someone he didn't even know.

Isaac's eyes briefly darted to the wrist of the other man, and for a moment he seemed total still as his grey eyes licked up the other's arm, soaking in the image of his tattoo. Isaac liked tattoos, a lot.

But once that moment passed he took a small step backwards and reverted to that twitchy, hesitant, figure he was previously. "Isaac has to look for him."

Vicious stared at him with an amused smirk. Isaac was one nut short of a fruitcake to immediately believe him that Paixao was Hell. However, the innocence of the man had it's own charm. Lost in thought for a moment he caught Isaac staring and tensed a bit in mild surprise. 'Haven't seen that look in some time.' Vicious thought to himself finding it to be fascinating.

"So Isaac has a master he must find?" He asked the redhead unwilling to miss the opportunity to tease something so close to childish.

"Yes." he replied letting his eyes slowly circle around the area "I have to find my Lord." He couldn't quite understand why he was being questioned about this though, it wasn't exactly out of the ordinary for people to have Masters, was it?

His shoulders slumped and he took another step backwards "Heh.. Hehee.." he giggled to himself again "I have to leave." If his Lord and Master really was here then he had absolutely no time to loose!

So, this was hell? It wasn't as hot as he thought it would be.

"Lords aren't common here. You're going to have a very difficult time. " Vicious murmured wondering whether or not Isaac was from a much older time or some land where vassals still existed. His grin faded with seriousness about the idea of escape. "You won't be able to just win your freedom from Paixao."

"If they aren't common then he ought to be easy to find." Isaac murmured to himself, using that strange backwards logic he applied to everything. This man was strange, there was no doubt about it, but Isaac sort of liked that about him.

"Win my freedom?" he repeated a little louder "Why do I need to win it? Can't I just turn around and leave?" It seemed simple to Isaac, until he spent a moment actually contemplating it. "But... How would we get back to Valachia?" he thought out loud. There was no way he could return the same way he came, he seemed to just come here in a puff of smoke.

"It should be easy but it won't be when everything that's obvious is hidden away and what's not stands out like a blinding light." Vicious tried to explain using Isaac's strange little logic. "And yes, win your freedom. This city has a way of always dragging you back. There is nothing out there beyond the city but it is always here to return to when you realize it."

He shook his head immediately after the redhead mentioned his home. Perhaps in another place it would have been odd to hear from someone from somewhere else but here it was common. "I'm not from Valachia. I'm from Mars. Everyone here is from somewhere different. Some seem to know each other but all of us who are out of place in the city seem to be yanked from elsewhere. No one knows why."

"This is a strange sort of hell then." Isaac mused to himself and took another step backwards, he was delicately trying to take his leave of Vicious, not because he disliked the man (far from it infact) but he simply had to go and find his Lord. There really was no time to be spared, if he wasted this opportunity it may not arise again.

"All souls from everywhere pulled into one place to suffer with each other, but completely alone."

Vicious shrugged sometimes some men made fools of themselves in order to find out what everyone already knew. Isaac seemed that type and maybe once a long time ago Vicious might of been the same. This simple truth gave him the patience, despite his interest to let the man go where he would. If he saw him again he would see where it lead but now was not the time.

"If that's your form of a good bye. Then good bye." Hard words from a generally cold person. The mercenary walked back into the city intent on finding himself a reasonable place to stay.

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