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I may know the answers, but a question i still hear... /active.

Character(s): Rishfee, and open to all.
Content: Rishfee arrives into Paixao, and a lot of confusion ensues.
Setting: The Jouthenhiem gate.
Time: Week 19, Mid-afternoon.
Warnings: Possible angst. Probable terrified gate!man. Definate attempt on Rishfee's part to push his way back through. :'<

The Immortal only seemed to find himself again after he'd taken three steps from the gate. It was almost like something had overrode his body to pass through the gate without any complaint, his mind occupied by what had been his not-so-distant past. Well... Occupied wasn't exactly the word. More like consumed. He'd relieved everything upon passing through the gate, fighting with literal tooth and nail, screaming, roaring and matching the Mamool-Ja's bites and claws with his own until he was finally knocked down - then the knowledge rising that he wouldn't get out of this alive. That Aphmau's life depended now on her mercenary...

His final report to the grand vizier had been via linkshell and while he fought - interuppted by the explosion.
The final act of self-destructing while in the very middle of them was so the mercenary could continue going after Aphmau unhindered. He'd seen all of the Mamool-Ja in close promiximity fall to the ground in flame- but that was it. That was where everything was overwritten by the most intense pain he'd ever known, if only briefly before it was cut off.

Then there was this gate, and someone pushing something into his hand while he'd followed the procession of others absolutely mindlessly. The sensation of someone touching him brought him out of his trace, and he merely stared at the person for the smallest of seconds - before looking backward.

A gate...?

The scenery was unrecognisable. The smell of the place was the same - and despite the obvious confusion that the young Immortal felt right now, one thing was prevailiant. That this must be the void, and that he couldn't return to it yet. There was too much left to do. He felt his legs regain feeling and almost instantly turned and started pushing back against the slow procession of people coming out of the gate, pushing them to the side to no avail. The gate was rigidly locked.

"You!"

The poor old flyer-giver was soon treated to the Immortal grabbing him by the scuff of the neck and half dragging him a few metres. Such conduct was definately not Rishfee's usual style, but this was an emergency. He had to get back! He had to find Aphmau! He couldn't trust the mercenary. Not when it came to tracking an undead corsair, mercenaries could barely be trusted with the most simple tasks.

"Open the gate! Now!"

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Apart from the random exploration parties sent to explore the mysteries of the "Castle", day to day life was quite boring in Paixao for Priere. Not a lot of training possibilities, no demon hunting, not a lot of fun places to visit... she was getting bored quite fast. And since she still wasn't bored enough to actually do housework along with Culotte, she slipped out into the streets, ready to just hang out. After all, exploring the city did have it's advantages.

Since she lived near Joutenheim, it wasn't too long before she wandered near the gate, curious about the commotion (she didn't even know the "zombie"-natives could be scared).

While part of her really was curious about what was beyond that gate they refused to open, and that she really didn't care much for the natives around, she couldn't just stand there. "HEY!" she screamed. "What the hell is your problem? Let go of him!" Though to be honest, she was pretty sure what his "problem" was.

By this point, Rishfee had quite frankly seen red at the native's lack of answers and lack of excuses. The man had received a few hard knocks against the gate itself courtesy of the Immortal, and the firm promise that if needed he would be used as a battering ram until either the gate gave way or his skull did.

Rishfee was panicing. That was evident. He couldn't be here, not now and not until Aphmau had been recovered... He didn't even want to imagine what the Corsair would do to her even without finding out her real identity. He was supposed to have protected her. Not died before she made it back to safety! In his mind this was the void - and he was useless here.

The sound of a young girl's voice made the Immortal whirl around for the smallest of moments and drop the zombie!greeter's collar and thus let go. Could it be Aphmau-- No. It was not her. Thus, he ignored it. Aphmau, Ovjang and Mnejing were the important things now. Nothing else.

"What is it, child!" he shouted - before unsheathing an ornate kilij from his side, the ornate and oddly beautiful yet cruel curved blade's gold, platinum sheen mixed with the bewitching glow of sapphire shimmering in the sunlight as it became obvious what he was planning to do with it -- strike the gate until it fell or the beautiful thing snapped.

He uttered a few words in a strange language before commencing to strike the gate. Among them was the mercenary's name- should the mercenary still be able to hear him on the other side. the others were easily the names of Aphmau, Mnejing and Ovjang - though it would be unlikely the names would stand out much from the native language of the Empire of Aht Urhgan.

Squall had seen quite a number of things on his trips out to the gates. Finding someone viciously attacking the gate (to the consternation of the nearby natives) was both new and unexpected. Admittedly, he was well aware of the fact that the place didn't always have the best timing but why would anyone try something so obviously futile?

Not to mention the fact that the SeeD in him was quite happily pointing out that it would by rather unfortunate to have such a beautiful weapon broken by the gate. It wasn't like it was really going to yield to force, after all.

"That isn't going to get anywhere," he spoke up as he drew near, pitching his voice to be heard even across the clamor. Hopefully, they would even actually be listened to.

Bad timing was definitely understatement of the century. By now Rishfee was getting rather tired, the most he'd managed to get out of the gate were some rather ugly marks where kilij had obviously met door. Examination of the gouges left by the sword turned unfruitful. While the thing had done quite a lot of damage in certain places, the gate was very much stable. It seemed almost to be constructed of a lump of steel. This pace was useless. Aphmau's body would likely be under the Cyan deep before he managed to get that gate down.

Sighing, Rishfee moved a hand to his face and considered things a moment, eyes opening as he heard another voice. Older than that of the child. His fingers brushed against a familiar earring as he thought to himself -- and he turned to face Squall, talking quietly. Not at him, but more ...into the dangling earring which looked loosely like a black pearl upon a small chain. Linkpearl of course, connected (in his world) to a linkshell. It was how all of the Immortals communicated, rather like a private radio with no signal limitations.

"Wolf four to lion. Location unknown. requesting immediate detail to Mamook.
The gold has been taken. Repeat; the gold has been taken.
Destination, the Ashu Talif. Do you copy?"

Nothing. Putting the kilij back at his side, he clenched his hand and removed the earring. It bore a large crack in it's center -- one which looked as though it had been pierced by a needle from the center. It...
It was broken now. Useless. So he turned his gaze to the man who... the closer he got, seemed to look more and more like him. How odd.

"This sounds odd. But I'm not from here. I have to get back. Please; it's beyond all importance."

'Child'? If Priere was a bit annoyed at first, she was getting rather angry and fast. She twirled out her baton, ready to go smack some sense into the strange man, but he finally let go of the old gatekeeper to focus on breaking his sword. She ignored him and focused on his victim. At least the old man was fine, looked more scared then hurt.

Turning back her attention to the man in blue, her weapon still in her hands but at rest, she couldn't help but regain some of her previous annoyance. "If bursting down that stupid gate was enough to get us back home, don't you think we'd have done it already?" she said, not bothering with the fact he technically hadn't asked her. She really didn't know what was beyond that gate, but it was pretty logical to think that if it was the way out, it would have been tried a long time ago.

Plus, she had the feeling she could take down that gate pretty easy.

Well, at least he'd stopped trying to single-handedly take down the gate. What he'd meant by the sentences that had been spoken to his... earring? Communications device? Squall wasn't going to ask. It wouldn't have made any difference and he'd long since picked up on the idea of giving important mission updates in half-coded jargon. The sort of thing the other side couldn't easily pick up on but allies would understand with prefect clarity. This was, presumably, meant to be about the same. He wouldn't understand even if he had asked.

(He did, however, take particular note of the word 'lion' in the sentences.)

"It's like she said," he explained. "The gates aren't what's keeping us here."

That would be the Organization, or so he was inclined to assume, at any rate.

Rishfee was able to sense the frustration of the girl. That was innate; the ability to sense strong shifts of emotion among the stupidest of the monster's he'd consumed to date - so it was no surprise that he turned and gave her a look of the coldest degree, one that winter herself would have undoubtedly be impressed by. You couldn't blame him after all. He was used to the Empire, and there if anyone, even a child, pointed a weapon towards an Immortal they would have been executed rather swiftly. (Most likely, by said Immortal.. but sometimes Imperial army guards got bored enough to have a bit of fun -- especially when honorable types like the Skyserpent General Rughadjeen weren't around. He couldn't say he had ever approved of the Imperial Army's ways of having "fun" but it saved him a job. )

The only thing which stayed his hand (and his tongue.) was the fact they were not in said Empire. He'd assumed this was the void for quite a while -- the place where those who die end up at. But that...
He wasn't afraid of death. He'd been conditioned for a glorious one in the name of the Empire since he could walk, but this...
If it was death, it was inconvienient.

Even if it was death, (which really, it should be.) he wanted out. About half an hour had elapsed, and his mind was ticking over what ground could have been made by Aphmau's assailant already. His hand closed over his Linkpearl, and he affixed the little thing to his ear oncemore, not understanding how it was broken - unless someone did it here. He'd made his last report as he'd blew himself and the best Mamool-Ja soldiers and mages up. It worked perfectly then.

"Then..." he started, with the smallest of sighs. The question was directed at whoever felt kind enough to answer. "What... or who is keeping us here, because to be honest, I really have to get going. I'm losing time, and there are things and people at stake where I come from which really can't wait for this sort of thing. "

If he thought his glare was going to have much effect, he was bound to be disappointed. After a while of getting attacked and glared at by various demons and worse, it wasn't a weird guy in blue that would make her shrivel down in submission. However, he did seem to have calmed down, and since he wasn't trying to attack anyone else, she twirled back her baton behind her back rather nonchalantly.

"Some guys called the Organization kidnapped us and stuffed us here, at least that's what most are saying." She never actually met any of them, so all the information she had came second hand, and it's not like everyone talked about this openly... for good reasons at least.

Things that can't wait. He'd heard enough to realize that it was the more common of ways to arrive here, but that didn't make it any less inconvenient. Even with people coming and going he didn't have any way to actual tell what was happening back in the worlds left behind.

(Which was slightly worrisome when he got around to seriously thinking about it. Who was keeping track of the Garden while he was here? But he could save that for later. It didn't do anyone any good right now.)

"I'm not sure about the stuffed us here part, but they're the ones running the show."

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