You're a True Freak with Style [Complete]

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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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"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."

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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.