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Character(s): Roderich (Austria) & anyone who shows up.
Content: Roderich arrives at the city, and promptly gets lost.
Setting: Paixao (City of)
Time: Afternoon
Warnings: None (Disclaimer: Yet)

Before the modern age took over, before cars and machines filled the streets and things because much too busy. Roderich stared at the buildings before him, wondering if he had taken a step backwards in time, back to when Vienna was the center of the world. But, it was wrong. He knew it was wrong. He'd seen changes in the world, taking the center of the world to another country, now that his empire was over.

But this, this wasn't Austria. This wasn't him. Even the people here were wrong. He had managed to charm some information out of a well dressed woman heading towards a restaurant, walking with her for a block or so before she had to go to the restaurant. He had received an invitation to dinner with her, but had declined, knowing that he had more important things to do. She had given him directions to the nearest train station, and he had left to try to find a way around the city, and maybe a place to stay.

...or if he was lucky, someone who didn't look like a blond, blue eyed ghost.

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Iroh strode through the streets in his new (and very necessary) snow boots. He layered the clothes under his robes until his round gut protruded even more so than usual. He usually made rounds to speak to anyone who needed help in their first time around the city of Paixao. They needed directions to the nearest coffee shop so they could sober their sense of awareness or clothes to stave off the blistering cold and the cruel snowfall (which had fortunately stopped recently). This young man, almost stern in his demeanor after ending a friendly conversation with a normal citizen, was clearly different.

Iroh trudged his short legs through the thick snow and ice and made his way across the roadway and the sidewalk to come to Austria's side. "You will have to excuse me. I would have come sooner but this weather makes my joints ache in ways I've never felt before. Can I help you, my boy?"

Roderich looked over at the older man as he walked up, taking in his clothing. Probably smart, Roderich mused, making a mental note to try to find a place to get a warmer coat, if possible. Sticking his gloved hands in his pockets, trying to keep them warm, he turned to face Iroh, a small, polite smile on his face.

"Ah, possibly. I have just arrived here, and I find myself lost. Would you be willing to share some information on this city?"

Iroh patted Roderich on the back with his mitt-like hand before drawing it back into the hand pocket of his robes. "I will be glad to do so, young man. It may take a great while though. It seems I still never learn enough about this place," he explained as his brows raised. His expression complemented his sense of wisdom about Paixao's never-ending mystery. It seemed as though he would sooner get home before he learned everything he needed to succeed at the strange city. Still, it was all he could do to distract himself by practicing many acts of kindness in a variety of ways.

Becoming concerned for the young man's safety in the midst of the frigid conditions, he asked in a tactful way, "I know you have just arrived, but I do not want you to mistake my offer as pity for your character. If you need, I have a place where you can sit and warm your bones."

"That would be appreciated, sir." Roderich replied in turn, realizing that he was not prepared for this sort of weather, although his geography had plenty of mountains. He was dressed for the weather in New York, not the Alps. He didn't think of Iroh's concern as pity, but as a smart suggestion, considering.

A coat would be the first thing he needed to find while exploring this place.

"If you do not mind my inquiry," He started, "how long have you been here?"

"It is the least I can do," he said, grateful for the new company, "If you want, we can stop to get you something a little warmer to wear or we can head straight to my shop."

Iroh pondered it for a second as though gauging the time was difficult task. "Oh, not terribly long. Do not let that fool you, though. Here, the months feel like weeks and so much happens that the time simply slips by like grains of sand," he said, his first finger pointed upward, "You will be able to find many things to do here. Some people spend all day making conversation, some have jobs, and some...some I still don't know too much about. I choose not to ask too much and enjoy the peace and quiet."

"I think I would prefer to get someplace warm first, to get my bearings. Then I will worry about getting warmer clothing." He mused out loud, then something came to him. "What, do tell, do they use for currency here?" Sure, he had plenty of Euro stashed in an inner pocket of his coat, but looking around, he didn't believe the people here would accept it.

At Iroh's commentary on time, Roderich fell silent. To be away for so long was strange to think of, if time passed as strangely as the older man said. He wondered what it would be like, going home after however long he was stuck here, if he was ever allowed to leave.