paixaorpg | Off to a start [Complete]

Character(s): Emizel and Scar
Content: New arrival, time to look for the person responsible for all this.
Setting: Vanaheim
Time: Afternoon-ish
Warnings: Derping Deaths and trolling lions, oh my!

Someone had better be explaining what was going on here and they better do it quick. Because so far, not much about this place was making much sense at all. Or heck, how about someone just point the way back home so he could just do that instead. That would be perfectly acceptable too.

Well the guards were at least nice enough to hand over a map, which should make things much easier for him. Somewhere on here had to be a clue where to find the person in charge of this city. Any sort of important political buildings. Something at least.

For now, unless you have a knack for noticing strangely dressed kids that stand out from the mundane looking city dwellers, there's really nothing all that exciting going on here. Too busy staring at a map to notice anything unusual anyway.

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Another demon? Scar caught the boy's scent in the air well before he saw him, though the cold wind was carrying smells much shorter distances than he was used to. Something else about the demon seemed rather...off, but then, that was often true of the ones he'd spoken to. He had only rarely encountered them face to face, far more often he'd spied them from his perch on a balcony.

The boy seemed to be lost in a map, which was quite the norm for new arrivals.

"Having trouble finding your bearings?" the lion asked as he approached.

Emizel stiffened for a moment at the voice that seemed to be directed at him. And was possibly equally surprised that it appeared to be a talking lion. Well, maybe it wasn't all that surprising, but weren't they only found in Human Worlds and weren't supposed to talk?

This world just seemed to get weirder and weirder.

"More like looking for someone."

Nervousness? That was a trait Scar hadn't been expecting. Overconfidence was far more common in the demons he'd met. Intriguing.

"And who might that be?" If only these demons actually looked anywhere close to their real ages. For all Scar could tell the boy could be just about any age from a few years to a few millenia. It was really rather frustrating trying to sort all of that out, especially if you were intending to get on a demon's good side...

"Whoever it was that brought me here. I think there was a mistake."

He may just pocket the map for now, especially if this lion could answer a couple things. He can always look at it later after all.

"I don't think I'm supposed to be here."

"Oh, none of us are supposed to be here." Scar put on the gentlest of smiles.

"You see them?" He raised his head and indicated the crowds of blond-haired, blue-eyed bipeds thronging about aimlessly. "They're they only ones who were ever meant to be here. As for the rest of us..." His face drooped. "None of us have seen 'home' in a very long time."

"But.. but that's..."

Was that fear perhaps? Suddenly worried now that he might be really stuck here? No, now wasn't the time for this at all.

"If we aren't supposed to be here then why are we here? Who is doing this?"

"I'm afraid I hardly know anything about them. Only that they're some shadowy fellows calling themselves the 'Organization.' They hardly sound very intimidating, if you ask me." Scar brought a paw to his chest, paired with a toothy grin.

"Sadly, it seems no one's managed to learn just why they've all brought us here."

Well that possibly confirmed one thing, even if it didn't seem like much. The unfortunate part is that Emizel pretty much knew exactly where this was going to end up heading.

"... Do you know where I can find this 'Organization'?" finally, he had to ask.

"If any of us knew that, I would have been able to give far better answers for your questions than I just did." Really, Scar would have thought that was rather obvious. Regardless of his age, this boy was quickly proving that he wasn't very bright.

"Maybe so..." okay maybe that was a stupid thing to ask. Seemed worth a shot anyway if there was no harm in it.

"Fine, I'll just see whatever else I can find about them until I finally meet one." It was a straightforward enough plan, at least. Not like he had many other choices right now if he ever wanted to go back home someday.

"Good luck. Only a scant few of us have ever had the pleasure. And before you ask, I'm not one of them." The boy was proving himself astonishingly predictable, which meant at the same time he was also rather dull. Scar couldn't see anything useful to glean from him at all, though perhaps that would change if he was able to learn more. Sadly, that would have to wait, as this conversation looked as though it would be cut short by the boy's impatience.

"... I'll keep that in mind." There could've been a slight hint of something sharp in that tone. That last part didn't seem all that necessary since he got the picture already. And anything that wasn't as intimidating as Fenrich was easier to talk back to.

"I do appreciate your help though."

Oh, maybe the boy had some bite to him after all. Not that it mattered, the conversation had run its course by now.

"Oh, any time~" Scar replied, almost daintily. "Just one last thing. Don't be surprised if you see people you know, this place has a nasty habit of collecting them in groups." There was just enough of malice in his tone and in his grin that it would be difficult to distinguish whether that was a threat or a warning.

That came off a little perplexing. There wasn't really anyone he was too worried about from back home right now, so it was hard to figure out what you might've been implying at. If anything some familiar faces would've just made him feel slightly better. ~~Give or take who it was.~~ "Ah, right."

He will just be on his way then, unless you were suddenly planning on eating him.

Off to a start [Complete]

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