A bump in the road, a hitch in my plan ♪ [Open/Active]

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Character(s): Mint and the poor souls that stumble upon her, whoever they may be.
Content: Paixao has gained yet another ~*lovely*~ new arrival!
Setting: Niflheim Gate.
Time: Evening.
Warnings: ... well, it's Mint. So there's always the potential for some foul language and violence.



Mint stared at the pamphlet in her hand, then at the gate behind her.

Clearly, she had stepped into some bizarre alternate dimension. Or was having a really funky dream, whatever. The point was that she had never seen architecture or clothes like this before near East Heaven or Carona, and that she had no idea what the heck was going on. The dream theory sounded nice, the distinct lack of Maya rubbing in the 'ex-princess' thing and/or pumpkins was awesome, but there was also an appalling lack of her ruling the world. An incredibly appalling lack of her ruling the world. Mint did a quick review.

Clothes? Check.

Bag? Check.

Magic--Mint tugged at her knapsack, pleased to hear her dual haloes jingle behind her--check.

State of mind? Kind of groggy.

Last thing remembered? Stupid Valen.

After that? Stupid Maya.

... and that? Her clearly awesome influence on her little sister.

Oh, and them being teleported out of the fortress.

Mint paused, and stared back at the gate.


"Noooo!!" She shrieked, raking her fingers through her hair and shaking her head. "Don't tell me this is that stupid book's fault! I have plans! I can't do anything if I'm stuck in." Where was this again? Oh, who cares. "In whatever this place is!"

"Dang it!" Mint crushed the pamphlet in her fist and stomped angrily about. The fact that, all recent events considered, she was feeling surprisingly more well rested than she should have had yet to occur to her. Well, that wasn't exactly the top priority at the moment. "I bet she hit that book too hard! Ohhh!"

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Since finding out the purpose of the gates, how they operated, and the new prey that they brought in... Kuja had found himself frequenting them a few times since his own arrival. Many of the newcomers were of little interest, almost as little as the citizens of Paixao themselves. And the way some of them just accepted this new fate right off the hop, it was utterly ridiculous.

However, this newest one didn't seem to know what exactly what it meant to act graciously in the presence of a new host. "Would you be so kind as to keep it down?" he sneered, "I can hardly hear myself think."

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Mint stopped her tirade for a moment, just so she could scowl at this--what was this weirdo wearing--this jerk! "Too bad!" Like she cared about what he was thinking! Mint stomped her foot down again for good measure. "You might as well plug your ears, `cause I'm gonna scream as much as I want!" She clenched her fists and kicked at the ground. "Like, what else am I supposed to do?! First I end up having to start from scratch in my relic hunt!" Mint yelled, punctuating each sentence with a stomp. "Now I don't even know where the heck I am!"

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He returned her look with a scowl of his own. Was she serious? She was like a child, carrying on like that! And that hair... ugh! It was like she'd just crawled out of a pumpkin patch. And certainly had the people skills to match. "Perhaps you should start with some basic etiquette," he added in a sing-song tone, his expression anything but amused. "You won't get very far in Paixao carrying on in such a manner."

Ughhh, I'm *so sorry* this is late. ;_;

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"Ugh! How about you try some basic sympathy." This guy was already starting to rub Mint the wrong way. She slapped a hand against her chest in an over-dramatic manner, and continued, "Here I am, alone and confused! No one and nothing I recognize!"

"And I already know plenty etiquette." Mint added as an afterthought--no point in leaving that uncorrected. "I could so be polite if I wanted to be, it's just not my problem right now. Besides, I'm leaving Pe-shuh... Paishh..."

She paused and tried out the name a few times to herself in a quiet mutter. Pieshe? Paishh-ow? Pie.. show? Pieshow? Was that it? What kind of language was that supposed to be?

"--besides, I'm getting out of here as soon as I can anyway!" 'Soon' as in 'as soon as I find the exit', Mint thought. Shouldn't be too hard, right? She got in somehow, so there had to be a way out somehow too.

nnnnope! we're built for this kinda thing. :D

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"Paixao." he corrected, the annoyance ringing clear in his voice. Really, was it so hard to do a little research? He didn't care the least bit that she'd literally just arrived. He had no remorse for those who didn't take the time to evaluate their own situation.

At the next bits, he couldn't help but throw out a laugh, not only did he sincerely doubt the girl's lack of refinement, but to hear her boast about leaving? "You may find that's quite the difficult endeavour, I'm afraid. You see, there is no exit." And with that, there was the trace of a grin.

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Mint considered giving whoever this was a piece of her mind. Just the way he carried himself was terribly irritating. And she would have gone through with it, but his last line caused Mint to pause. Her confidence faltered for a moment, just the slightest bit. "... what? No way."

"I mean," Mint continued, waving her hand flippantly. "It just doesn't make sense. This is just some city, right? So there's gotta be something around here."

sorry for short tag ;-;

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"Oh, I assure you, you'll find plenty of things around the city. It most certainly isn't barren. Shops, a train station, various living quarters. But an exit? I'm afraid not." He looked to his well manicured nails, cleaning a spec of dirt from underneath.

What. No! Pfff, it's okay! AND YOU SAID THIS PLACE WAS MADE FOR THIS STUFF, BUT........

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"What." This guy had to be kidding. He was just saying this to piss her off, right? Mint scowled, and flipped her hair back. "What kind of moron designs a city with everything but an exit? Okay, if that's actually true, then how does it work, huh?"

I SPEAK THE TRUTH.

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"Just look around you," he spread his arms out, leaning his head back to indicate the domes above them. "Our captors keep us here, so that they may keep a watful eye on us all hours of the day." Kuja crossed his arms again, regarding the girl with a cocky sort of look plastered across his face. "Experimental subjects, left to our own devices until we're -- required."

LIES also oh my god this is hideous I thought had I already tagged but NOPE I'm so sorry aaaaaaghhhh

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Mint did a double-take. Okay, so perhaps the majority of the people she had not coming in from the gate had this slightly odd... freaky something about them that bothered her; something Mint couldn't quite place down. It may have been the way the looked similar. Maybe. And, sure, the domes above her head were highly suspect and so maybe this guy was on to something and not just saying all this to piss her off.

But man if Mint didn't just want to knock that expression clear off his face.

"That doesn't prove anything!" She huffed. "Yeah, the locale and stuff is weird. But that's not solid enough evidence! Like, what kind of evil scientists would just let someone walk around with that sort of knowledge?!"

pshaw~ if you tag too fast, it'll feed kuja's ego anyway >|

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Kuja sat back, being caught by a cushion of air before falling backwards. He crossed his legs, floating there, a hand under his chin. He seemed to be almost enjoying her reactions. Oh! Playing with people could be so much fun~.

"Don't believe me," he said simply, "really, it makes no difference. But when you find yourself fastened to a hard metal slab while the men in black do as they please with your..." he looked her up and down, "meager self, I perfer if you didn't come out if it crying about how someone should have warned you."

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Okay. Mint had tried to be something that only just barely scraped the surface of 'polite', goodness knows that haughty air about him and the tone he spoke with throughout this conversation was hardly tolerable as it stood! Oh, and that expression! And his- his... he was floating there, wasn't he? Mint took a moment to contemplate this. Was this a common thing? This was like, number two? Four? Sheesh.

Either way, everything before this point was bad enough! Mint thought. But now? Now he was calling her plain!? Oh, this just wasn't going to fly! She stomped forwards, and jabbed her finger furiously, accusingly at him. "Who are you calling "meager"? I'll have you know that I'm the most beautiful in all of the East Heaven Kingdom!" Why, if he wasn't being somewhat helpful, she would have introduced her boot to his head! Mint gave him an angry look-over before continuing, "And like you're one to talk! Just what circus did you steal that froofy, freaky outfit from anyway!?"

WHOOPS. SEE? SEE??? ITS MY FAIL THIS TIME.

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Kuja scoffed, his feet gracefully touching the ground now as he used a hand to slap her finger away. He didn't appreciate people pointing at him, invading his personal space. And to allow a ridiculous girl like this to get away with it? Hah! There was simply no way.

"The most beautiful?" he repeated, following by a string of mocking laughter. "How tragic for that Kingdom. I certainly hope that someday things change in their favour," he added, "Someone like you is obviously incapable of appreciating true beauty, true perfection," he waved a hand in front of himself, obviously using his own figure as an example. "And this outfit only serves to accentuate it all."