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Guess who's back, back again? [Completed]
Character(s): Zidane, Osaka, and Wolf
Content: A certain genome returns to someone who knows him! ...buuuuut not vis versa. Oh, this will certainly be interesting...
Setting: Muspelheim gate, at least to start?
Time: Afternoon-ish, week 25
Warnings: Shouldn't be anything lol.
“Home sweet ho –” Zidane’s triumphant cry dies as he turns amongst silvery grass to face down the domes of Paixao and the gateway. “Whoa! Wait a second, this isn’t right!” He pats down his pockets, trying to find where that crystal got to, but he’s got nothing but his Mage Mashers and a couple of coin. “Cosmos! Heeeey! Cosmos!” he yells, waving his arms at the dark sky as though it would help bring the goddess of harmony to him.
Eventually he gives up, slumping forward and groaning, eyes locked to the gate before him. “I can’t believe it. This has gotta be a dream.” Experimentally he gives himself a pinch, then curses at the pain. “Dammit. Aw, man, what was the name of this place again?” He stretches back up, scratching at the side of his head in thought. “Pie, Pie… Pie… - I could go for some pie actually – oh! Paixao, that’s it!”
Zidane pumps a fist into the air, pleased with his memory, and he saunters over to the front counter. “Zidane Tribal! Give me one of those journals already, would ya? I gotta catch up on what I’ve missed.”
There was probably something important he was forgetting. Probably several somethings, nagging at the back of his mind, but all that mess with Chaos and he couldn’t tell what was up or down right now. It really messed with his head.
Now if only he could go home like he was supposed to! But if there was one thing that he remembered about Paixao, it was the complete lack of getting home.
Content: A certain genome returns to someone who knows him! ...buuuuut not vis versa. Oh, this will certainly be interesting...
Setting: Muspelheim gate, at least to start?
Time: Afternoon-ish, week 25
Warnings: Shouldn't be anything lol.
“Home sweet ho –” Zidane’s triumphant cry dies as he turns amongst silvery grass to face down the domes of Paixao and the gateway. “Whoa! Wait a second, this isn’t right!” He pats down his pockets, trying to find where that crystal got to, but he’s got nothing but his Mage Mashers and a couple of coin. “Cosmos! Heeeey! Cosmos!” he yells, waving his arms at the dark sky as though it would help bring the goddess of harmony to him.
Eventually he gives up, slumping forward and groaning, eyes locked to the gate before him. “I can’t believe it. This has gotta be a dream.” Experimentally he gives himself a pinch, then curses at the pain. “Dammit. Aw, man, what was the name of this place again?” He stretches back up, scratching at the side of his head in thought. “Pie, Pie… Pie… - I could go for some pie actually – oh! Paixao, that’s it!”
Zidane pumps a fist into the air, pleased with his memory, and he saunters over to the front counter. “Zidane Tribal! Give me one of those journals already, would ya? I gotta catch up on what I’ve missed.”
There was probably something important he was forgetting. Probably several somethings, nagging at the back of his mind, but all that mess with Chaos and he couldn’t tell what was up or down right now. It really messed with his head.
Now if only he could go home like he was supposed to! But if there was one thing that he remembered about Paixao, it was the complete lack of getting home.
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Of course, she had friends here too. Like Urd-neesan and Mr. Wolf and them. And that was good, because it was pretty dangerous to go out by yourself here. That's why she'd invited Mr. Wolf to go on a walk, and now here they were.
Osaka had never been to this gate before, and she regarded it with a sense of wonderment that most people reserved for chocolate factories. Granted, the Osaka brand of wonder mostly involved staring at things, letting out small sounds of awe, and forgetting which way she was walking.
... All of which, incidentally, she was doing when she found Zidane again.
She was almost on top of him before she realized he was there, and the realization made her stop and blink a few times. Then she accepted it completely, and waved at him with a big smile. "Hey, Zidane! Over here!"