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Characters: Larsa and anyone who finds the young prince
Content: The Archadian royalty shows up in Paixao
Setting: Vanaheim Gate
Time: early afternoon
Warnings: none for now

A young boy was roughly shaken awake. Someone was trying to be sure he was okay since he'd just appeared outside the gates of a city. The boy stood up shakily a little and glanced around. These gates looked nothing like the part of the skyfortress Bahamut that he'd been in moments before, nor did it look anything like Arcadia, Dalmasca, or even Ivalice. He did not recognize anything about it, not even the people.

However, the one who had woken him up seemed to think he was just a kid and the prince's brow furrowed slightly before he corrected the person and assured him that he was, indeed, all right.Larsa accepted the notebook-like device he was handed and slipped it into his pocket as he was ushered through the gates and stepped into a world he had never before seen.

Having always had somewhere to go, this would be a strain on the boy unless someone nice or familiar happened to run into him.

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Of all the people that he'd seen coming in through the gates (not that many, since he didn't make much of a habit of it), the one person that Gabranth hadn't dared hope he'd see was his young lord. As a result, spotting Larsa in the crowd came as more than a bit of a surprise. Of course, his helmet hid the evidence of his surprise, but it meant that there would be no mistaking him as he forced his way through the crowd.

His charge was here, and that was really all that mattered at the moment.

Larsa happened to look in the right direction at the right time. His brow furrowed slightly as he spotted the suit of armor coming near him, but the relief when he recognized it broke over the worried expression and he headed nearer.

"Judge Gabranth!" he called out, more than happy to find someone he knew so soon after his arrival.

"My lord," Gabranth answered, managing to just barely resist the urge to drop to one knee as he drew nearer. His charge was not yet the emperor, after all though he had to admit (mostly to himself) that he bore no love for Vayne and his tactics. But it was not his place to question the emperor. Not if he wished to retain that which he had.

"You are well?" he asked, moving to take off his helm. There would be no need of it in this conversation.

Larsa wasn't really sure what he would have done had Gabranth taken a knee in front of him. While the young boy was used to being shown respect in accordance to his title, he wasn't sure if that was needed here, in this city he knew nothing about.

Larsa allowed his eyes to rest upon his guardian's face as the helmet was removed, feeling more than a little glad that he had someone he knew to walk with him and explain about this place.

The relieved expression faltered for a moment at the last words his guardian spoke. "I am.. as well as I can be. I only just arrived here, at the city." For Larsa, it was a bit of a time paradox. He clearly remembered seeing Gabranth back in the skyfortress of Bahamut not moments before, yet here he was in this city. Was he dreaming perhaps?

Perhaps it wasn't. The city was neither Archades nor any of the other assorted places of Ivalice, as far as he could tell. But not even that could take away the fact that Larsa was next in line for the Imperial throne, should his brother come to be unable to do so for some reason.

But there were more important things than the politics of Archades to worry about just now. Now was the time to deal with the matters of the city, and he might as well take of the most unusual ones first.

"I should warn you that time seems... ill-aligned here."

The prince sighed slightly and watched Gabranth carefully for a few moments. He could already tell that time was off somehow considering when and where he last remembered seeing Gabranth.

"Unless I was asleep for quite a while, I would be apt to agree with you," he answered. "I last saw you in the skyfortress Bahamut."

Surely they couldn't have both ended up here at the same time? Whatever it was that had happened, it was confusing the young lord and that confusion was slowly becoming apparent on his face.

Bahamut... he'd heard the name at least - although only briefly, and certainly wouldn't have been able to tell anyone what it was before just now. Nor could he precisely figure out just why the madman of a doctor had wanted to awaken it, apart from military might. A good reason, true, but he had other things to worry about. There would be time to discuss the ramifications of Bahamut's awakening later.

"I..." he began, before cutting himself off abruptly. How did you explain that you hadn't gotten quite that far when someone had seen you only moments before? "The last I knew before my arrival here was the Suncryst's destruction. I am sorry."

Larsa's eyes narrowed slightly as he processed this new information, but soon his expression relaxed and he nodded. "It is through no fault of your own," he assured his guardian, simply happy to be around the man once again. It was good to have someone familiar nearby in such a place as this.

"There is much to discuss, but perhaps that would be better to do later," the prince mused, glancing around at his surroundings once again. "Is there anything you can tell me about this place?"

The more he knew about everything, the better he would feel about it.

Later was perfectly fine by Gabranth. As much as he might wonder about what the future may have held he wasn't entirely sure that he wanted know all the details either. Not so much for the worry of changing his own future, but for the fact that with the world on the verge of war the future could easily be unwelcome news.

"It is... a place unlike any of Ivalice," he began slowly. "It is a city that seems to serve little perhaps apart from to draw people in. Nor is it always safe, as there are those here who see nothing wrong with kidnapping people from the street for their own purposes."

Larsa would uphold his promise to talk about the details another day, but right now the more pressing matter was dealing with wherever he was. He frowned slightly at the explanation given to him and tried to mull it over in his head.

"Kidnapping?" Oh dear... That didn't sound so good. "Perhaps we should take ourselves away from the problem. Is there anywhere safe where we may be able to speak without reservation?"

Gabranth merely nodded in answer to Larsa's question. And if he'd known Larsa's assessment of the situation as not sounding good he'd have been quick to agree. The fact that he knew very little about their reasons to do such didn't exactly help either.

"There is... the place I have been staying at, should that suffice," he answered after a brief pause. And if it wouldn't no doubt he could come up with somewhere else they could speak.

Larsa paused a moment as he considered his guardian's words. "Then please, would you escort me there? I would like to speak further on this matter."

He wanted as much information as he could get, but he also didn't want to risk getting caught by someone while they were trading such information. He wasn't even sure who or why, but it was not something to be risked in a new place.

Timing, as the saying went, was everything. It was an idea in which Luxord firmly believed, and once again it worked for him. The portal he'd created was barely open before he reached through, stopping the time of the two people in the vicinity.

He stepped through and considered his options. He was meant to take the larger one, which posed a problem since the man was a good deal bulkier than he and wearing armor to boot.

Oh well. Almost lazily, he snapped his fingers, turning the armored one into a giant card. There. Much easier to carry. He took hold of it and headed back into the portal, letting time fall back into place as the portal shut behind him.

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aaahh sorry about the wait!

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