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Character(s): Vincent Valentine, anybody coming to greet a dead Ex-Turk?
Content: Vincent arrives through Paixao's gates none too happy.
Setting: Vanaheim gate.
Time: Afternoon.
Warnings: The likelihood of any character getting brushed off or snarked~

A tattered crimson cape in the breeze. The sheen of that monstrous gauntlet. Hardened, deep crimson eyes. He had been returned to his human form for rhyme and reason unknown.

He had died. No 'life flashing before my eyes', no 'this is my sacrifice', nothing like the movies he'd seen. It had been a split-second decision, and damn it all, if Omega was dead, he could be at peace. Everyone else could survive without him. He played his part, and finally finished his story.

It was all over.

Taking the brochure when offered, the ex-Turk bit the inside of his cheek in uncertainty. Paixao. Was this the true name of the Lifestream? There had been that, and The Promised Land... but Paixao?

Huh.
The queue hadn't been much farther off from the other man who had handed him the brochure, but this new stranger looked... exactly the same. Wonderful. The Lifestream was full of clones.

"Your name, sir?"

Give his official name and title? No. He didn't know this man. There was no reason to. "Vincent." He said simply, still with that flat, monotone drawl. There was no need to say anything more. The dark-haired man took the small laptop without complaint or protest, and moved inside without another word spoken.

And inside, was a domed city beyond even his most outlandish dreams.

'That's it. I'm dead. I have to be dead.'

Move to find a place to stay. No distractions.

'Either that or this is still Omega's consciousness.'

Don't pay attention to what anyone else is doing. Keep moving.

'Either way... this still sucks.'

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Roaming off on her own is obviously something Rose shouldn't be doing, but it doesn't stop her. As long as she stays 'careful' then there's nothing too wrong with it, right? But then, in the back of her mind Rose knows the rules - trouble will likely find her whether she's careful or not.

What she doesn't expect to find is a familiar face.

"Hey!" she waves, trying to get his attention. "Vincent!" Odd though, that he was walking in from the outside. Had he gone exploring? She realized she didn't even think to check how he was doing back when she first met him... He'd seem like a nice sort, too, despite the darkish tone he had about himself.

Still, catching up on the times was always a good thing. Too bad Rose didn't know that this Vincent and the one she met way back when weren't the same.

...what he hadn't expected in this place, what had been the least of his concerns, was anybody actually knowing his name. The ex-Turk turned, taking careful notice of the woman shouting and waving at him.

Odd.

But he'd deal with it.

He simply waited a moment; analyizing, calculating. Determining whether he should speak or not. She seemed friendly enough... but betrayal was easier to maintain than trust.

"Where am I?" He asked, without missing a beat. "Have I died?"

Rose seemed taken aback by his words. Hadn't they gone over this before?

"Died? What, no. Of course not. You're in Paixao, don't you remember?" Once you're in this city, it was kind of hard to just forget where you were. It strove to be a constant reminded in daily life, the longer everyone was trapped here, the longer they could do nothing about it...

At least it often stayed interesting. Rose couldn't deny the city that much. But that was even more the reason that he shouldn't have just forgotten the place...

"Paixao." He tried the word out carefully, unfamiliar and not quite what he remembered from back home. But he had remembered dying. Omega was destroyed by his own hand. Had he been here once before, and simply not remembered it? "I don't remember being here, no. Is this another world?"

Silent for a moment, he concentrated on himself, to see if Chaos was still there, still inside him. The Protomateria still remained, he knew that much. But it would be difficult to tell with the sealing magic blocking it. He supposed he could find out later, if he had to fight. And everything did seem intact.

Huh.

It was like a dream, this place. The buildings, the people, all unfamiliar and strange as if he'd been dumped into a watercolour painting. Then there was the computer given to him. What was that for? Communication? With here, or the outside world? So many questions he needed to find answers for.

But start out small, of course.

"Who are you?"

Well, if he didn't remember being in Paixao, it shouldn't have surprised Rose that he didn't seem to remember her either. Still, it was a bit of a downer. "Yeah, it's another world." She never did find out where he was from. Maybe it didn't all matter.

She wondered how to break it to him that he couldn't go home. That for now, they were all stuck in this place together. Rose didn't want to be the one to say it.

"I'm Rose," she tells him, then holds out a hand and softly smiles to him. "Nice meeting you, again."

Another world. Perhaps not the Lifestream after all? Maybe... that blast had actually teleported him somewhere completely different. Either way, it didn't matter; if he was alive, goody gumdrops for him. If he was dead, oh well. He did what he had to.

But the fact that this woman knew him, even before he'd ever seen her, still made him curious.

If there had been a way out of here, a way to return where he was truly needed, surely there would not be anyone in this place by the time he arrived. Common sense. The best weapon at anyone's disposal. "I'm sorry. I don't remember you." But he shook her hand all the same - with the gloved, not the gauntlet. "Still a pleasure."

Pulling back a moment, the ex-Turk hesitated, realizing the question would come off as a bit helpless. But what could he do. "Are there... apartments available here, at least?"

"There are quite a few. Though if you want something a little closer, there's a hotel not far from here," Marluxia replied, approaching the two. As usual he had worn something clean-cut, in this case a pair of khaki slacks and a white dress shirt. "If you want money, the citizens here will take the leaves off the trees or anything else that shines."

He smiled, though there was an arrogance behind it that almost changed it into some sort of smirk. It seemed this gate lead to a treasure trove of new people, with at least one person of interest each time he came by. There was something about the man in red that he couldn't put his finger on, maybe the darkness about him.

"But if you don't want to take my advice you could always look at the map in the journal."

Rose glances over to the newer arrival - not someone that she could recognize, but she didn't see that as any reason to worry. There was a city full of people she didn't know well, after all. To his response, she nods. "Things are mostly easy going in this city, at least in the way of economy."

In other aspects... not so much. At least she hadn't come across anymore of those Heartless creatures, and the folk in City Hall seemed to be keeping out of trouble. But then, who knew what they were up to beneath the surface.

Leaves as currency? Domed cities? And... why was this new visitor dressed so nicely? Had he been expecting him to come here? Either way, he'd never seen anyone on his home world with... such odd hair before. And he'd been friends with Cloud.

Then there was the attempt to hide some arrogance. He could tell. "And who might you be?" He asked, tone not differring in the least. Helped to keep a calm poker-face. "...and what kind of economy uses 'anything shiny'?"

"My name is Michael," he replied. "You'll have to take up your worried about the economy to the natives. They're the ones who decide what they take." He shrugged. "But if you have any problems with it, you're welcome to take it up with them. I can't say how much of it they'll understand. They're a fairly... simple folk to say the least."

"I've told you my name," Marluxia began, looking between the two, "What might yours be?"

Simple was definitely the way to put it, and in a way it was a breath of change. She didn't understand these people (how they could live like they do), but the difference in their society was sort of relaxing.

Except the natives often seemed to not notice the happenings throughout their city. Turning a blind eye to it all...

Rose glances to Michael and smiles. "Rose."

'Simple folk'. From what he'd seen of them so far, their intelligence seemed just marginally above the levels of the Black Capes back home. He simply shrugged again, taking in the city's sights around him. "Vincent Valentine. Or just Vincent works."

Something else seemed odd about this Micheal fellow. Something going beyond appearances.

...probably nothing.

Nodding to the woman as she introduced herself, he asked, "Have I been here before?" He sure didn't remember it one bit if so.

Marluxia nodded. "Nice to meet you both," he replied. His head cocked slightly at Vincent's question. Now what did he mean by that? He had caught little of their conversation before he had approached the two of them. Had Vincent lost his memory? Or was this another case of people entering the city from different times? The question would probably answer itself, he supposed, and so the Nobody remained silent for now.

"Yeah, sort of." It was all Rose could guess, anyway. "I met you when you first arrived at a different gate. It was a... brief meeting, though." She hadn't been much ready to see people, except for the Doctor, at the time.

Or at least... she hadn't wanted people to see her in the state she was in..

A brief meeting. That made sense; so they hadn't been close friends or anything, and that would lead to him having no memory of it. But what about this place in its entirety? It wasn't familiar in the least, and... still didn't seem familiar. A mystery that needed to be solved, and he had been good at that, at least.

"I'm... not a talkative person." He mumbled, half to the woman, and half to himself. That was something he needed to work on, though it was hard. There wasn't a lot to say, most of the time. Conversation had never been his strong point. "...like now. I just want to settle in somewhere. I should probably start searching for one of these places."

It wasn't that he wasn't grateful for the greeting. Far from it. But when things needed to be done, he hated procrastination. It was simply how he was.

"Thank you both for the assistance. If there's anything I can do to make up for it, let me know somehow."

"Such an occurrence isn't all that uncommon," Marluxia explained. "People disappear and reappear at random in this city. Those who disappear may reappear again and believe they have never been within these walls. Others may appear from another time altogether. It doesn't seem as though anyone's found an explanation for it, yet."

He nodded at Vincent's decision. "Do as you wish. As I said before, there is a map function in the journals should you need it."

That was what he liked to hear. "I will be sure to remember it."

Having a brief meeting with Vincent (again) and then watching him walk off into the city, that was alright with Rose. Although she would have to check in with him again at some point... she didn't want to suddenly lose track of him and then run into this sort of situation all over again.

Michael's words were worrying and true. She glances his way as he talks, only hoping that they could find an explanation about it all, one day. That would help them with getting out of the city, wouldn't it?

"Alright, I will. But hey, if you need anything else, just ask, yeah?"

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meep, sorry! ....btw Hayley, Marly just cracked me up XD;

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