paixaorpg | Things Are Getting a Little Goofy Around Here [Completed]

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Things Are Getting a Little Goofy Around Here [Completed]

Character(s): Max, open to anyone
Content: Max arrives in Paixao
Setting: Joutenheim
Time: Mid-afternoon
Warnings: None expected

"Where am I?" Max asked the air. He'd woken up and didn't remember where he was once or twice before, but in the middle of a field of white grass outside a huge dome? That was definitely a new one. A big line of people were going inside the gate, so Max shrugged and stood up. He was fully clothed too…hadn't he been sleeping in his undershirt and boxers? He shook his head and got in line, figuring it had to lead to…well, something.

"Hey, do you know where we are?" he asked the guy in front of him. He pouted a bit as he was completely ignored. "Fine, sorry I asked. Geez." For the rest of the wait, Max was silent, then got a box shoved into his hand and a gruff "Welcome to Paixao," from the guy at the desk. He was quickly ushered inside before he could ask any questions.

And man was the inside of this place rad. He'd never seen anything like it, not even in pictures of those old castles and cathedrals and stuff in Europe. The trees were made of metal and the leaves were all jewels, and there were statues and things everywhere. Cobblestone pavement lined the streets, and the buildings all looked like those really old fancy ones you'd see if you went to the right place in a city. His jaw dropped as he stared at all of it.

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It was a rare thing for Saïx to be out by the gates. Yes, he'd left the coat of the Organization behind today, leaving him in blues and grays, but still. It mattered little enough to him who was unfortunate enough to wander in through the gates. But he'd seen it as his duty to see to the latest world added to the collection.

And of course, since to portal as he was would quite thoroughly blow his cover he had to leave by one of the gates. It was nothing more sheer luck that it was the same one that Max had recently arrived at, and just in time to catch his baffled stare.

"You'd do best to get used to it."

Rather abruptly Max was startled out of his awe-inspired stare, and he looked over at the guy who'd started talking to him out of the blue. "Huh? Why do you say that?"

Something about the guy gave him a bad feeling. Maybe it was the blue hair, or the pointy ears, or the yellow eyes, or, gee, the big scar over his face, but he figured it would probably be a good idea to not get in this guy's way if he could avoid it.

The look on Saïx's face at the question was one that said that he would have thought the answer would be perfectly obvious. Nor did it suggest that he was going to give Max the benefit of the doubt for having recently arrived.

"There's no way out of this world."

"There's...what?" No way out? "That's it? I'm just stuck here?" Max had to stare hard at this guy. Why would he be saying that like there was absolutely nothing wrong with it?

"Okay, we'll skip some of the questions. I'm Max." He held out a gloved hand for a handshake, though he wasn't going to be surprised if it wasn't taken. This guy seemed really stuck up already.

The simplest answer was that it quite simply didn't matter to him. There was nowhere he needed to be particularly urgently in this or any world. Nor would he have much cared if he had. Worlds were expendable.

"Sirius," he answered, pointedly ignoring the offered hand. "And yes, although there have been rumors of possible exits."

Regardless of the fact that Max was expecting...Sirius (who would name their kid that?)...to ignore the handshake, he still glared at him for a second. This place was starting to sound like some old video game. The kind where you get shipwrecked on an island and have to find your way off, while the only other inhabitant is really less than helpful.

"What are the rumors like?" Yeah, this totally wasn't going to get him anywhere.

Max could glare all he liked. It wouldn't have made the slightest difference in Saïx's reaction. Or more correctly, Saïx's lack of a reaction. Max might have been glaring at a rock, for all the good it did him. One of the few advantages to not having a heart to care with.

"They say that there may be an exit on the top floor of the castle we currently stand in."

"...We're in a castle." That was more than a little hard to believe. Sky, domes, island in the middle of nowhere, trees made of stuff more expensive than any sane person would ever use to make them? Sure. But...this whole place being inside a castle? This definitely had to be some weird video game. How he got stuck in here was what he was wondering now. That and how he was supposed to get back out.

"Correct."

Whether or not it was believable wasn't his concern. What did he care as to what people chose to do with any information he offered? If they could stir themselves to learn a truth, it was their failing not his. So he would simply let this latest of newcomers do as many had before had done: he could find out things for himself.

"You don't talk much, do you?" Max shrugged. At least he'd learned something from the guy, that was more than he'd really expected, at any rate.

"I see little reason to."

He said what he needed to say. That was all. Anything else was extraneous, and could easily be taken over by someone else should they have wished to do so.

"Right..." This was getting nowhere fast. "What do people use for money around here?" Might as well know if he was going to have to start looking for a job or something like that...

Saïx snorted at the question. He might have done better to ask what they didn't use as money, for all that the place had little by way of any set currency system. But a question was a question nonetheless.

"Most places will take anything, provided it's suitably shiny."

"Like the leaves?" Max asked the question smugly, obviously expecting the answer to be "no." These people could not be stupid enough to take something that grew on every tree in sight as payment for anything.

"Even the leaves."

Yes, they can and were that simple-minded, and the tone of Saïx's voice at least slightly mimicked Max's own incredulity. It was, of course, faked in his case but that was less important. He'd had practice in make it sound perfectly real.

"Even my dad wouldn't be..." Max's voice trailed off. No...he could see his dad being absent-minded enough to take something as payment that he could pluck off a tree outside. Or that generous.

"Your father?"

Come to think of it, there was something almost familiar about the boy. He'd written it off as mere coincidence but if he was going to be given such a perfect opening he didn't see any good reason not to ask. He could always refuse to answer, should he so choose.

"Yeah. He's...kind of a klutz, and he doesn't always pay as much attention to things as he should." Max sighed, and grimaced a bit. His dad would hate to hear him saying something like that...

"A fool then."

Which was, of course, Saïx's opinion of most people on a good day. He had no interest in liking people. No interest in being liked. Unless it was in the very rare situation that it helped him further his own goals and that was when one needed to watch out the most.

Fortunately, it was a rare enough occurrence.

"And what gives you the right to say that? You've never even met the guy." Whoever this person was, he was really starting to get on Max's nerves. He had a feeling the answer to the question would be the end of their conversation. Goofy was his dad, he had every right to say the guy was embarrassing, or that he could be an idiot sometimes. But Max didn't have to listen to someone else saying that about him, and he didn't want to.

"Can you say for sure that I haven't?" Saïx asked in return. "There are many people who visit this place and not all of them stay." Yes, whoever the boy's father turned out to be might not have ever set foot in this city. But it was a passable explanation for any meetings that might have happened.

Assuming, of course, that he actually had, but that was less important.

There wasn't a single sign of Goofy anywhere so far, and they were usually pretty obvious. Max figured it was pretty safe to say that there was no way his dad had come through.

"Even if you had, you're definitely not one of his friends." A weird enough statement, since for all Max could see the closest thing to a friend his dad had was Pete, and...that wasn't saying much.

Ah, but how long did those signs tend to last? Paixao rarely stayed battered for long; surely those traces would be eliminated as well. But then again, who knew? It was a strange place and stranger things had happened. Saïx merely shrugged though.

"I don't care for friends."

"Right...I'm...just going to go find someplace I can grab a bite to eat. See ya." Max winced a little, but then pulled out the thing he'd been handed at the gate and brought up the map when he found it.

Again, silence fell. But since it was apparent that Saïx's presence was no longer required, he simply turned away without another word. He still had places to go, after all. Dawdling was time lost, and he was no Luxord.

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