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Character(s): Asch, anyone else!
Content: Arrival~
Setting: By the Muspelheim Gate
Time: Early morning, Week 15
Warnings: Maybe some light swearing if Asch gets pissed off? (Which is not hard to do...)

He wasn't really sure what to think at this point. Just how much time had time passed since his last breaths on Eldrant and awakening from his "nap" here at these gates? He used his free hand to shake out his tabard, still able to feel a few stray pebbles from the shore that had found their way under the many layers of his clothes. In the other hand he held the device the guard at the gate had given him. He couldn't help but sigh, clearly still frustrated with how useless the guards had been.

Asch could feel the stares of the few remaining to were witness to his tantrum at the guards. Annoyed with the attention, he quickly distanced himself as far as possible from the entrance.

"Paixao," he found himself muttering under his breath. That was the name the guards had told him, wasn't it? "What an odd name to give hell."

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"It's not hell."

It wasn't even one of the dungeon dimensions the wizards kept talking about. It was just a very unusual sort of place that apparently existed inside a castle. A very large castle, by the sound of things but there'd certainly been stranger things.

Asch quickly turned, trying his best to not show how startled he was by her. He really wasn't expecting anyone to hear him. But he had to admit this had worked out in his favor. Perhaps she was a local of this place? Maybe she would be a bit more helpful than the guards? All right, one question at a time.

"Then what is this place?"

No more local then any of the other people who weren't blond and all but brainless. Answers, on the other hand, she could do. Picking up a few things here and there wasn't precisely hard after all.

"It's called 'Paixao'."

"That wasn't..." He sighed, obviously he needed to be more direct with this woman.

"Why were we brought here? And is there any way for us to leave? I have important business to attend to."

Well, if he wanted to she won't complain. Besides, she'd answered his question. It wasn't her fault if it had been a little more literal than he'd expected.

"It will have to wait, I'm afraid. No one's found a way to leave just yet."

There was a faint note of annoyance in her voice at that. He wasn't the only one who had things do to back in their own worlds.

Instinctively crossing his arms, a habit he did whenever he found himself frustrated, he remembered the device he held in his hand.

"Oh, that's right. This fontech device..." He held it up, looking it over for the first time since it was given to him. "I've never seen anything like it before. What is it used for?"

Had it been any other day, Susan might have been inclined to ask what fontech was. It sounded thoroughly ridiculous, as far as she was concerned. Clearly some of these people had never heard of naming things sensibly.

"Keeping in touch with the other people here. It's like a portable clacks."

Or... at least it was tolerably close. She still wasn't sure how they'd managed to get the towers to be that small, much less how the machines knew which device was talking to which, but she'd that sort of thinking to the wizards.

He arched an eyebrow at the word "clacks", unsure of what to make of it. Well, whatever it was, it wasn't important at the moment.

"I'm guessing it only works within this city?"

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Ahh, sorry about the wait! I never got the notice for your tag 8|

'sokay~

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