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Character(s): Cloud Strife (KH) whoever finds him
Content: Cloud arrives
Setting: Muspelheim Gate.
Time: Evening
Warnings: Cloud?

Cloud wasn’t really startled when he woke up in a unfamiliar location, because there really was no telling where he would have ended up after he disappeared to fight Sephiroth. It didn’t really matter, though. Just as long as he was able to settle things with him once and for all. But what had happened to Sephiroth anyway? He wasn’t anywhere in the immediate area, and what’s more, Cloud couldn’t even feel his presence in the city.

Now that Cloud thought about it, he couldn’t remember anything that happened after he left Radiant Garden to fight Sephiroth. Had there already been a fight?

But as long as he was here, he may as well check out the city he had been thrown into, maybe someone knew of Sephiroth’s whereabouts. Because if he had ended up here, then it was very likely that Sephiroth had too, so someone must have seen him.

Cloud went up to the decorated gate where there was a line of people waiting to get in.

"Welcome to Paixao, name?"

"I need to know if you've seen someone," Cloud said to the man, ignoring the question he had been asked, but before he could elaborate, the gatekeeper cut him off.

"Your name, sir"

"... Cloud, but--"

And with that, he shoved a bunch of pamphlets and a journal into his hands and he just turned his attention to the next person in the like.

Well, that accomplished nothing. Were all the citizens of this city like this? Cloud wondered as he watched them be shuffled through the gate.

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Perhaps not all who were currently within the city's walls, but the natural-born citizens? They were just as maddeningly insistent as the gate-wardens and just ask lacking in any form of drive whatsoever. It was a wonder the city even managed to properly function. Nowhere else would there have been such a drastic period of inactivity in the months (it was months wasn't it?) after the death of the former mayor.

It smacked of inattention and best and incompetence at worst, and he was ill prepared to tolerate such things.

Thus he had done what little he could, and put as much distance between himself and the head of operations for such things as he could. That it meant he was at a gate and thus fair pickings for questions he had no real interest in answering was unfortunate, but he'd dealt with worse before. He could deal with it now, if he was forced to.

Cloud had been posting a message to the board he had found using the journal he had been given when he noticed the other man by the gate.

"I don't suppose you could tell me what this place is." Cloud asked him, not really expecting anymore of a response than the gatekeeper had given him.

Could he? Of course he could. Practically anyone here could, provided it wasn't one of the native themselves. They were well suited to keep the city running, but beyond that they were of little enough use.

"By name, 'tis called Paixao. A world few could imagine."

He barely believed some days.

"Paixao?" This guy didn't seem at all like the gatekeeper, "Let me guess, you're not from around here?"

Had this man appeared in this city just as suddenly as he had?

"I am not."

He might have been graced with the fortune (be it good or ill) to look like the natives of the place on a rather superficial level, but he was no citizen of this place. Once, he might have offered his hometown, even. But he'd learned there wasn't any point to it here. Few would have even recognized it.