paixaorpg | Another New Arrival [Closed]

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fran,
seifer almasy

Another New Arrival [Closed]

Character(s): Seifer, Fran, open
Content: Seifer arrives and is annoyed by it.
Setting: Somewhere around the Niflheim gate.
Time: Afternoonish.
Warnings: Seifer is usually warning enough. But probably swearing with a high chance of violence?

Sometimes, Seifer really wondered how he got himself into these messes. First he's having a drink, minding his own business when some idiot challenges him to a drinking game. Then he finds himself standing outside some weird icy gate into a city he definitely didn't recognize. Did he win? Obviously if he was here, he didn't, which just made the man more annoyed. After watching the line for a while, debating whether or not he should keep standing there or try to leave, Seifer finally came to the conclusion that walking back out wasn't going to work. It looked like he was stuck for the moment, might as well find out where he'd ended up.

Briefly it occurred to him that Fujin was going to have a fit once she found out he'd somehow blacked out and found himself in some mystery city out in the back end of nowhere. As soon as Seifer figured out how to get word to her and Raijin, that was. Eventually he pushed himself away from the wall he'd been leaning on to take his spot in line. He grabbed a computer on the way in, and was deeply engrossed in searching the map it had for the train station as he made his way idly down the street. It took Seifer about fifteen seconds to decide that the place was weird, and he wasn't going to waste time with a visit.

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It would have been a lie to say that things had changed since Balthier had returned to their own world. Odd as their partnership had been, she found herself missing him, almost. How the years did change a person. Still, she supposed that she didn't begrudge him the chance to fly again (even if she did wish she could take to the skies again). But someone would need to remain here to explain when his wings again brought him to the gates of a city he'd never seen before. A jeweled city really was the cache he'd try to find again someday.

So for now she'd decided she might as well spend time visiting the gates on occasion. Newcomers were more than easy enough to spot, and after careful consideration she stepped over to the blond who seemed to be rather lost in his journal.

"You are newly arrived, yes?"

Indeed, Seifer was quite engrossed in attempting to force the map to yield him what he wanted. Nothing on it made sense, just a bunch of shops it looked like. No trains? Nowhere to even attempt to contact Garden? Not that they'd be much help to him, but still...

At the sound of her voice he whirled suddenly, expression severe as he turned- and on one of the many rare occasions actually met face to face with the woman. Hyne, she was tall wasn't she? He opened his mouth to probably let loose a scathing remark, blink, and looked further up at her... ears? What? "...Nice hat," He murmured, a little distractedly. Alright, it was official, Seifer had walked into a Marlboro. Or someone had slipped him some very heavy duty hallucinogens. Shaking his head he shut the computer with an indignant snap, focusing his attention back on Fran's face.

"This happen often?" Newly arrived, just where the hell was he?

It would figure that the first remark was on her ears. The hume-kind here were very nearly worse than those of Ivalice for that. A shame, but one she had grown all too used to over her years away from the Wood. Besides, this one had the advantage of being comparatively inoffensive. Irritating, but no worse than some of the things she'd heard elsewhere.

"Newcomers are not infrequent here. The place itself seems to see to that."

Among other various inconveniences, but those would be better saved for later. There wasn't any need to make him hate the city any sooner than he no doubt would.

At least Seifer seemed to lose interest in staring once he'd concluded that Fran was just wearing some sort of bizarre, fuzzy-eared hat. Besides, he had more important things to worry about than strange fashion sense. Like, when would this overdose of status effects wear off so he could stop being insane? That would be nice.

"The place?" Fran was fortunate, she'd caught Seifer so off guard he hadn't yet had the opportunity to really dig into being obnoxious and annoyed. Now that he was done staring at her ears, Seifer took better note of the woman before him. Primarily her weapon, now that was something he'd never really seen before. He peered at the bow in curious interest, right now waiting for a better explanation on what she was talking about. "You mean the people runnin' this joint?"

Well, it was a start, at least. And it would most certainly be better than the conversations she'd had where not once did the other person look her in the eyes. If it meant not dissuading him from the idea that her ears were nothing more than a very distinct hat, so be it. She could live with that fact.

"Paixao, it is called," she replied, in answer to Seifer's unspoken question. "A city within a castle, if our captors are to be believed." And yes, she does very much mean captors there. Whatever the Organization might be, she's very certain they mean them any sort of good. Not with the latest news that's been spread around. "As to our captors, yes. They run this place."

"Paixao? Never heard of it," Of course he hadn't, but Seifer was still under the impression that he was just a little bit confused and had stumbled into some strange place somewhere on his world. Not been completely removed from it. Fran's next words, however, certainly got his hackles up. "Wait, wait, captors?" Oh, no, that wouldn't do at all. Seifer was not at all okay with being a prisoner.

"What's stoppin' us from walkin' outside that gate and goin' home?" He gestured vaguely to the gate he'd entered from, knowing full well that there was probably something stopping everyone. Otherwise they'd have all left by now, right?

Fran sighed at Seifer's second question, position shifting slightly so in her irritation. Had he not so much as listened to the truth behind what she was saying? Escape was not a matter of merely walking outside. Nor was it a matter meant to be undertaken lightly.

"There is no simple way to your home," she answered at last. "Nor are you the only one stolen from where they might wander. We are all stolen, here." Stolen from the skies and the seas and the woods and the plains, for the purposes of matters which she still understood little of. But stolen they most certainly had been and although Balthier may have been returned to whence he had come she wasn't so kindly inclined to the Organization themselves. Few were, a fact that she hoped this wayward hume-child would soon learn.

Seifer had figured that was the case, in fact in this rare instance rather than asking his questions in a round about way he had been quite sincere: What was stopping them? How were they kept there would probably have been a better way to word it, but Seifer had a unique, obnoxious way of asking his questions.

"No kiddn'?" Seifer rose an eyebrow, the sarcasm dripping heavily off of those words. "Kinda figured that when you came up here talkin' about newcomers. Not to mention," He gestured vaguely at Fran, then vaguely at what he had deduced was a "normal" inhabitant of the place. The strange, pale humans that looked like they barely had any expression. He nodded towards one. "What's their deal, anyway?" They looked kinda spaced-out, to him.

If Fran hadn't long ago gotten used to the bluntness of humes, she might have seen her way through to some of what Seifer had really been asking. As it was, she simply took note of the fact that Seifer had apparently been expecting something of that nature as well as the sarcasm inherent in his voice. Past that, she so far didn't really care too much.

"No one I have spoken to knows," she answered. "They merely seem to belong to the city. They will not leave it, nor do they much care for those like us."

The mention of malls meant nothing to Fran, but that was no matter. She had enough of the context to not really need that word. Not even the sarcasm fazed her much. One of the advantages of partnering with Balthier, although she might never tell him as much.

"Forms? No. They are not so strict as that. We merely remain, and live, as we may." If he wanted to attempt to leave, he could certainly do so. To little effect, perhaps. But he could make the attempt. "I could not say how long the place has been here."

Which was good, some people got so frustrated with Seifer's sarcasm that he just had to lay it on thicker. Just to completely ruin their day, he was kind of a jerk like that. Her words earned a raised eyebrow and a suspicious look.

"So they just... drop us here and basically tell us to fucking live as normal?" That just sounded idiotic to him, what could the point of that even be? "Alright, how long you been here, then?" That would at least give him a little to go on, as far as how long this has been happening.

How long? Long enough to know enough of the city to dislike, and long enough to have seen far more than a mere few cycles of coming and going. On days when she honestly stopped to think, it occurred that she knew of few others who had rested near as long in the city. But those days were few and far between. Compared to other stays, this was merely a brief visit.

"Months, now," she answered finally. "You will not find your freedom so easily, should you be looking."

That earned a deeper frown from Seifer. Months at least, but from what he was seeing here it was likely this... whatever it was, had been going on a lot longer. Troubling, considering he really didn't intend to stick around long enough to find out what it was that was happening there.

"I figured you'd say that," As much as he'd been hoping she wouldn't. He pinched the bridge of his nose, thinking for a few silent moments before straightening up and looking around. "Well. Guess I better go start workin' on that gettin' out thing." He'd have asked Fran for a tour, but... well Seifer tended to do things himself more often than not. He'd figure it out, eventually.

Far longer than the mere months she'd been here, yes. After all, the place had seemed to be working without so much as a hitch when she'd arrived, and she would generally prefer to assume that she'd have been able to not a city that was just beginning to settle into a pattern as opposed to one that had long since settled.

"As you wish, then." She wouldn't wish him luck. It was a far more hume concept than she was comfortable with. His luck was his to make, or not, as he saw fit. And should his luck not prove equal to the task what became of the rest of his attempts was likewise up to him. She could only explain the situation as best she could.

Seifer wouldn't have liked to have been wished luck, anyway. Exactly as Fran though, his luck was his own to make. He didn't need an invisible hand to guide him, Seifer would figure it out on his own, damn it.

"Thanks for your time, er..." Oh yeah, they'd jumped right into the weird and forgot all about introductions. He extended a hand for a shake. "Almasy, by the way. Seifer Almasy." Not that it was particularly important, but hey Fran was helpful. Even if she did wear weird hats.

"Fran." It was a simple answer, but there wasn't much of a need to dress it up beyond that simplicity. She had given him the name he had indirectly asked for and that was enough. His outstretched hand, however, was ignored, her ears flicking slightly as she waited for him to realize that was one social nicety she didn't intend to return.

It had ever been a more hume gesture, after all, and she was certainly no hume.

Definitely no need, and Seifer took the hint quickly enough, retracting the offer. He didn't really seem to mind, as far as social graces went he generally didn't have very many to spare, anyway. That ear flick, however, definitely caught his attention and his eyes shot up to those ears, an eyebrow raising. "That's not a hat..." It wasn't really a question, it finally dawned on him that those were actually her ears.

Right.

"Walked into a fuckin' Malboro." He grumbled to himself, turning on a heel at that point to stalk off. Probably on his mission to get the hell out of this insanity. Don't take it personally Fran, Seifer fails at good graces.

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