http://1000fish.livejournal.com/ ([identity profile] 1000fish.livejournal.com) wrote in [community profile] paixaorpg2006-04-29 03:14 pm

uhM...hi...? [Completed]

Character(s): Delirium (and if anyone happens to mosey by~) and Zidane
Content: Delirium not so much finds herself as seems to have lost herself at the Vanaheim Gates
Setting: Vanaheim
Time: Sunday, evening
Warnings: Zidane's mouth, here there be curse words, kiddies~



She didn't stand in lines. Delirium idled, she crouched, she turned over and eyed the person behind her. After a while of people watching she got bored. Instead of standing she sat on her heels, knees to her chin and gazed up at the back of the person in front of her, looking much like a tiedyed puppy. Today was certainly a good day for her, if her clothes were anything to judge from. Delirium was missing her normal blacks and darker blacks. Instead she was wearing what appeared to be a trenchcoat that had been dyed blue and orange and red and neon green, to match her fingernails (right hand only) and right eye. The blue went with her left eye, and the laces of her too big and too loose (and too pink) combat boots.

The line slowly shrunk and Delirium eventually got through the Gates. (If someone were to ask her exactly how she came about standing in the line and how she was where she was the reply would be something about bubbles; bubbles were on her mind and little chains of peanuts strung together on fishing line).

"..anD then i... uhm, we'Re not quIte sure..."

Her right hand came up to her lips, a neon green fingernail tapping against her chin as she rocked back and forth a little. Somewhere on her person there must have been jewelry because the movement made her jingle.

"uHm...then..."

She tipped too far back and ended up sprawled out on her back, both eyes looking up at the sky. The finger had been sucked into her mouth and she was chewing the fingernail polish off absently.

"...then...oh! doggiE!"

With a whoop the girl sat up quickly, levered herself off the ground and made a beckoning motion with her chewed on finger. Then she turned in a complete circle, looking a bit lost.

"...doGgie?"

[identity profile] terra-creation.livejournal.com 2006-04-30 02:49 am (UTC)(link)
He blinked once, twice, and then stared with half open eyes up at the looming gates resembling something along the lines of... trees? Sure. It wasn't the gates that were bothering him anyway. They were quite... well, beautiful. Not something he expected to find in Alexandria... maybe Lindblum... or maybe Freya and the other rats had redesigned Burmecia? No, no... this was not their style. ...and it wasn't raining. And -

- why the hell was he standing in a line? A small (well, sort of) line, but still! He had been pacing in circles just trying to find a logical escape pattern out of Alexandria... and standing in a line was not part of it!

"Hey, what's the hold up?!" Of course, that did not mean that he was willing to stay in the line all day. So he wanted to take a peak inside. After all, he did want a day away from the kingdom...

"Name?"

...just when did he get to the front of the line? He glanced around. The domes of the city were high above him. Wow. "Zidane Tribal." He stared at the woman and slapped on an award-winning smile. "What, you haven't heard of me?"

She promptly ignored him and held something out. "This is yours."

"No it isn't." Blunt.

"It is now," she sighed, then fixed on her own smile. Dagger probably would have slapped him about now, knowing he'd have something up his sleeve to say -

He stumbled through the gate. The woman tapped him on the back and he glanced around to see a brochure in his face. "Hey, where exactly am I?" She shooed him further through. He heard her call back to him:

"Paixao. This is the Vanaheim gate. Check your map."

...Huh?

Zidane stared at the small, dark colored rectangle. He'd seen maps. Plenty of maps. This was no map. "Oh great." He sighed, staring out at the bustle of people, eyes wide and filling with too much to even take in.

Well. He was away. Just like... he wanted...

Paixao?

[identity profile] terra-creation.livejournal.com 2006-04-30 03:21 am (UTC)(link)
Zidane had been poking and prodding at his "map" when he was startled and brought to full-alert, nearly dropping the stupid thing (but quick fingers held to it tightly), and spinning quickly around.

...his movement may have had some brains behind it, but since his tail was in the process of being assaulted... nothing worked out too well.

Hands on tail. Tail moved around body...

Zidane found himself on the ground, grayish blue eyes glaring at the one who called out a "gotcha."

"That hurts, you know!" He snapped and quickly tried to tug his tail free from the offending hands. He blinked and glanced around him. Where'd that "map" of his go...

[identity profile] terra-creation.livejournal.com 2006-04-30 03:50 am (UTC)(link)
Oh... there it was. He sighed and grabbed for the object, blinking a bit when his hand must have brushed part of it; the "map" opened. "Oh," he muttered. Well. He understood a bit more about what the woman was talking about.

He stared back at his tail. No sense trying to pry it from her hands, then, it seemed. "Yeah. It is soft." He ran fingers over a keypad. Something about 'journal' flashed passed the screen for a few seconds before going black. Must've hit something else now...

"Your dog? No. Well, I haven't seen any dogs or anything... I just kind of showed up here..." His tail twitched slightly to her squeezing. "Are you from here...?"

[identity profile] terra-creation.livejournal.com 2006-04-30 04:16 am (UTC)(link)
"Ah, well, here is..." What did that woman say? He looked through the brochure she nearly forced on him. Oh, so that thing was some sort of journal. Not just... an annoyance a map. "Here is Paixao. ...which doesn't say much. I know there's not a Paixao where I come from... I've been all over that world..."

Zidane sighed. Again. He sat up and folded his legs, but still swished his tail (as much as she allowed him to) for her amusement. As long as she wasn't tugging it to death, he figured he could manage for now.

"I'm from Gaia. And... not doing anything, really. Was sort of just 'shoved nicely' into here." He rose a brow to her. "You were looking for you dog, remember?"

[identity profile] terra-creation.livejournal.com 2006-04-30 04:37 am (UTC)(link)
"Yeah. Gaia," he nodded. He finally closed the journal. It made his head hurt. He wasn't quite sure he was ready to deal with... that sort of thing. "And it didn't hurt... maybe it was a bit rude, but I guess that's how they keep that line moving."

Speaking of moving. He should. Where exactly though, he was at a loss on. Oh. Right then. Dog - he reminded her and then had to even remind himself.

Him and his habits...

"What's your dog look like? Should go and try to find him. Though I can see how he would've gotten lost here..."

[identity profile] terra-creation.livejournal.com 2006-04-30 04:52 am (UTC)(link)
"..." Zidane just stared at her. Moments later he nearly eeped when she moved his tail around. Oh, he really wished she didn't do that again any time soon. Not the most comfortable feeling.

And then she gave a name. "Well, that's a start." He tried to figure the best way to get a desciption out of her. He reached out and grabbed his tail, signaling to it. "Is Barnabas's fur the same color as this? Or close?"

[identity profile] terra-creation.livejournal.com 2006-04-30 05:06 am (UTC)(link)
He was actually surprised when his tail was given a breather. It swayed around freely for a bit before settling alongside him. Zidane fished out for the journal and opened a pocket from his pants - one of the many that seemed to have grown off his pants over time. He closed it back up and made sure it was secure.

"Well, come on then." Zidane stood up and stretched out his legs, much the same as he had to do with his tail... minus the swaying part and... yeah... "Oh, hey, you know... I have your dog's name, but not yours."

[identity profile] terra-creation.livejournal.com 2006-04-30 05:21 am (UTC)(link)
"Everyone has some sort of name!" He offered her a smile, then thumped a fist to his chest. "I'm Zidane." And his arm dropped back to his side.

Maybe he should take another look at that journal... there was a map somewhere on it, but if they were just looking for a dog then they didn't really need to know where they were going. Zidane supposed he just wanted to know where they were starting.

"Your brother?" He looked over her. "Well, there's a chance I've met him in my travels, but if he's never been to Gaia or Terra, then I seriously doubt we've met."

[identity profile] terra-creation.livejournal.com 2006-04-30 05:40 am (UTC)(link)
Of course he dreamed. He use to dream of 'home', but when he got there, he would dream he was back on Gaia. Sometime when back on Gaia, he would dream in a "What if..." sort of way. What if Terra hadn't been destroyed...

Then he concluded that Terra's destruction was probably for the best. At least now Mikoto was developing some sort of personality other than "Go stand there" and then stick something into your skin without much of a warning that she was going to do it, or that it was going to be freezing cold.

Ah, yes... siblings...

He didn't quite understand her circles, of course. He gave her a belated answer: "Yeah, I dream. Your brother is...?" That... didn't really sound right.

There were so many things in life he still didn't understand.

"I still need something to call you by," he mumbled a bit offhandedly.

[identity profile] terra-creation.livejournal.com 2006-04-30 05:55 am (UTC)(link)
Zidane had probably heard more... odd names for people. Like how does someone get the name Kuja? He thought over her's and listened to the rest of her words, and then he nodded.

"I guess you're right. I have met your brother. You don't happen to have any siblings named Nightmare or something, do you? That'd have some real family quarrels," Zidane chuckled, but quickly bit his tongue. She probably wouldn't find it too amusing.

He tried to recall the dog's name again. "Well, Delirium, we should try to go find that Barnabas of yours. Though we're probably going to end up more lost than him."

Yeah. When they get deeper into the city, Zidane will most-definately be trying to figure out how to pull up that damned map.

[identity profile] terra-creation.livejournal.com 2006-04-30 06:12 am (UTC)(link)
"Maybe your dog found some other dog." And then he decided he didn't want to think about that any more. Somehow if the dog was in the city though, he doubted he was alone unless he wanted to be. There were probably enough people in the city that at least one (or five or..) would stop and check on the poor pup.

Zidane had to let a smile play on his face when watching her. She vaguely reminded him of Eiko, except that her moods could change more suddenly.

"Umm..." he rubbed his chin in thought. "Like you, I have a sister and a brother. ... Had a brother, I guess. Who knows with that guy though, he could be alive off somewhere. My sister is the female version of me. Except she has zero personality. If you ever see her, don't touch her tail. She'd probably break your hand off."

...

Great, now he was probably going to scare the poor girl off. But then, Zidane didn't break her hand off when she tugged on his tail. He just had a minor freak-out.

[identity profile] terra-creation.livejournal.com 2006-04-30 06:47 am (UTC)(link)
"He sort of..." Lived a good life? It was more like live a good five-ten minutes. "He had an interesting life. He was very into... writing his own plays." Writing plays of how he expected the world to end. "A real theatre-junkie." Which Zidane realized after saying, that he was a bit of a "theatre-junkie" too, but he was the actor, and Kuja was the playwright.

He kept his eyes on the gate they had entered through. More had been ushered in, harboring expressions that may have been similar to his, and many had seen excited, and few had just turned right around and tried to walk back out.

Zidane wasn't quite sure what he was feeling. He wanted to leave home... just for a little bit. But with the way things were looking, this didn't seem like a "little bit" of a trip. Hell, he'd be lucky if he found a way to get word to Dagger, but even that he was starting to doubt.

Still. Adventuring was like an addiction for him. He enjoyed new places (as long as they weren't filled with zombie-look-alike-clones), and he could very well have a good time here.

"So I guess it's time to get lost. How about you lead? You know your dog better than I do."

[identity profile] terra-creation.livejournal.com 2006-04-30 09:14 pm (UTC)(link)
Left, right, straight ahead - he hadn't a clue on where to start except that they couldn't manage to slip back outside the gate. He wasn't sure if he would've wanted to back that way... when he had glanced around from being in the line, nothing was as promising as this place.

"All right," Zidane gave a nod. Any direction was a good one, just as long as he was moving. His legs were starting to fall asleep and cramp up.

[identity profile] terra-creation.livejournal.com 2006-04-30 09:45 pm (UTC)(link)
"Something that shines?" Zidane thought about it as he walked along in a reasonable pace, following behind her. Or. Well. In front of her, he supposed. "...That you lost...?" Oh, guessing games were not his strong point. Of course, the first thing that came to his mind was a dagger, or a sword, or something of that sort, but he had serious doubts that she lost one of those. Or even had something sharp in the first place...

But the thought made him slide his hands to both sides and make sure he had his two Gladius daggers still with him. He grew upset surprised when only one was in place. Grrreat. And then he wondered if they even accepted gil in this city...

The second thought that came to his mind was voiced: "Your... journal? You probably got one on your way in here..." But how would the gate remind her of the journal? What else was there, then?

[identity profile] terra-creation.livejournal.com 2006-04-30 10:11 pm (UTC)(link)
That was impressive. Zidane nearly had lost his own damn journal. He really hoped that eventually he'll fiddle with the thing and find some use in it. Otherwise, he may just try to sell it. Money might just prove to be better, even though he could probably just swipe some from someone...

Nothing had to come to that yet.

His eyes followed the paths of her fingers. "Umm..." The rest of her motions helped a bit. His mind flashed back to how Quina acted when she/he was running around searching for food. Delirium didn't know Quina, as far as he was concerned (it was for the best, too). "I'm really bad at this," he admitted. He was incredibly close to just spitting out dog and seeing what happened.

... of course the dog wasn't shiny.

"Well..." he focused more on what she was doing. It looked familiar. Struggling on a line - The fishermen always held their prize up, overjoyed and mocking someone else's catch, and then suddenly were without a fish after kid-Zidane swiped it and ran off. "Fish," he spoke out quietly alongside his train of thought. He didn't quite realize that he actually said anything.

[identity profile] terra-creation.livejournal.com 2006-04-30 10:44 pm (UTC)(link)
"What?" Zidane blinked, starting to daze out of everything. He blamed the city without much hesitation. "Um... I guess not..." He must've been wrong. Damn! Two guesses and both were wrong! No talent whatsoever with this game; zip. "You didn't lose fish?" At least their scales were shiny...

He was really getting nowhere with this. "Nevermind. You said something about maybe losing something shiny. Just thought maybe you lost some fish, like your dog."

They had been walking still, slowly, and the gate was still strongly in his view when he looked back towards it. There was only one building that seemed relatively close. Everything else looked more of a walk. "I use to like fish when I was a kid. I think I ate it too much. Or at least it doesn't taste as good now as it use to."

[identity profile] terra-creation.livejournal.com 2006-04-30 11:03 pm (UTC)(link)
"Ok." He just agreed. There must have been a difference. Just not one he wanted to think on any further.

"What?" he asked again. His head was starting to hurt. Everything was confusing him, and somehow with talking to Delirium, he had managed to only ask 'what' a few times. It was a miracle it hadn't been more.

How did they start talking about fish again? Oh, right, she was looking like she was a fish with all her gestures...

"I guess I'm a bit hungry. Maybe that's it. But I don't exactly have much money. ... This whole place looks pricey..."

[identity profile] terra-creation.livejournal.com 2006-04-30 11:41 pm (UTC)(link)
"Yeah... a house..." He was finally thinking all her previous gestures and air drawings had nothing to do with anything at the time. They were just random.

... like she was.

Zidane sighed. "I have no idea about any of thise place. Never been here. Never heard of it. What were we...?" doing. Doing something probably important; damn, this girl was making his brain fried and - no, the city was. The city. And maybe the girl too.

He tried to jog his memory. "Dog lost itself. You lost your... house... and we're both more or less lost in this place that we know nothing about. Hey, you!" he spun around quickly, dancing a bit on his feet to catch up with one of the citizens, who seemed happily blocking out Zidane's voice.

Too many questions. What was the most important...? "What kind of money do you take here? Have you seen a dog? U - HEY!" He folded his arms across his chest, watching the man retreat without even a slight answer to him. "Dammit. And that's what one calls rude..."

He walked back over to Delirium, paused to look around, then continued walking. No one seemed keen on helping them. "SOMEONE WANT TO TELL ME ABOUT THIS DAMN CITY?!"

So Zidane was getting a bit agitated. Nothing wrong.

[identity profile] terra-creation.livejournal.com 2006-05-01 12:06 am (UTC)(link)
He sighed and looked down at her. And blinked. ... How the heck did she manage to make that? "Hey, that's pretty cool..." He took it and held it up to observe. With a brother named Dream, making dreamcatchers must've been easy. Ha.

Zidane didn't have such talent for the arts-and-crafts thing. He realized that his list of what he didn't have for talents had been building up ever since he stepped through the Vanaheim gate. None of the talents he did have were even surfacing.

This world didn't look like it needed saving anyway.

He had a talent for helping people, but he wasn't sure he was being much of a help to Delirium. Barnabus came to mind, but he was starting to think the dog was going to be just fine if he was in this place. They might be in a bit more trouble.

"Yeah. The city is confused. Just like me."

Dejected sigh. He looked at the dreamcatcher again and decided to tuck it into a pocket from his left leg. Journal in right. Dreamcatcher in left. All the other pockets had little of importance right now. "That thing is pretty cool. Very colorful."

[identity profile] terra-creation.livejournal.com 2006-05-01 01:05 am (UTC)(link)
Zidane was never someone to be at a loss for words. He always had something to say, even if it wasn't the smartest or most respectful - there was something. He didn't generally think ahead of any effects his words may cause, he just spoke. And didn't care. Too much.

This... gave him some trouble. He'd think for a moment that he understood how she acted, what she was going on about, and a small smidgen of her. Then out popped something completely and utterly "far out" that Zidane was running into the same two new habits: staring and blinking. Actually, probably soon to be three habits with the addition of: what? Huh?

"... Limes? Socks?" And wait for it.

He actually gave it some thought. Glanced down at his boots, blinked, stared, then: "...What?" He waited for her question to regiser in the back of his mind. "No. I don't really like limes. I don't mind... lemons..."

There was that headache again. Growing and chortling as it settled atop his brain and knocked on parts of his skull, probably shouting for some snacks. Damn.

"...Maybe we should find somewhere to rest. Something. Lay down. I'd do perfectly fine with a bench, honestly..."

[identity profile] terra-creation.livejournal.com 2006-05-01 03:10 am (UTC)(link)
The word 'bed' snapped him to immediate attention and he pivoted around to look where she was. Maybe they could sneak in without paying. Or Zidane could work some charming smiles in order to get a room.

Anything is possible.

"Actua Are...?" His tongue stumbled on the words, just a little bit. They weren't exactly what he was use to, but he managed to pull something out that sounded right. "Yeah. Yeah, that could work. See what we can do, anyway..."

[identity profile] terra-creation.livejournal.com 2006-05-01 03:43 am (UTC)(link)
Zidane nodded and started for the hotel, stepping up a small thing of stairs and pushing his way into the hotel. He held the door open until Delirium was inside and let it close behind them.

The area opened up and his eyes caught sight of a desk, a woman sitting comfortably behind it with what looked like one of the journals propped up. She was writing in it with a pen, which slightly bothered Zidane because he was pretty sure his didn't have a pen...

"Are there any rooms available?" he asked, moving up to lean against the counter with a charming smile. His tail wavered in the air behind him. "We're both new around here. Could really use just somewhere to lay down for the night. You understand, I'm sure..."

"A room? Oh, yes, we have a room."

Zidane smiled even wider. If he did it quick, she may not even pay attention to his currency. Hell, he didn't even know what they used in the first place here.

"Well then I -" he looked back at Delirium, "uh, well, we need one then." The woman had finally set down her journal on the counter and was fishing for a free key. She set it down by him. Zidane gave Delirium a thumbs up. He dug down into his many pockets and found at least a handful of gil and placed it down with a loud clank.

"Room is on the second floor. Number five."

"Right! Thanks!" Zidane grabbed the key quickly and bolted before the woman could count the gil. It probably wasn't enough, but if they were already situated in the room, what would be the point of kicking them out? At least he paid something. Sort of. "Come on, Delirium."

He, of course, assumed she had been with him in the first place. He only hoped she was behind him and not distracted with something else.

Perhaps he was hoping for too much?

[identity profile] terra-creation.livejournal.com 2006-05-02 07:00 pm (UTC)(link)
Zidane made it to the top of the stairs and glanced around for the room number they had, unconciously jingling the key at his side. Hearing Delirium behind him, he glanced back and blinked. Four...Five? Fifth step all right. Zidane could have slapped a hand to his face right then.

"No, no," he sighed. If he wasn't so tired he would've probably been more amused. "Number five as in the room... on the second floor..." He peered down to check on the woman. She was back to her journal and hadn't paid much attention to his money. Good. "Not the stair. Come on up here. Can even count the stairs as you go."

It's not that he minded her being slower of some sort. He just really didn't want to be kicked out. Though at this point, he was figuring they were safe.

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[identity profile] terra-creation.livejournal.com 2006-05-05 11:16 pm (UTC)(link)
He chuckled tiredly. The key was forced into the door unceremoniously as he paid little attention to what he was doing. It was very un-Thief like for him. Again, he could just circle around to the same mind-set and blame Paixao for everything.

When the door finally swung open, it took him just as much work to get the jammed key out as it did in. He sighed and left it open for Delirium, glancing around and nodded at a fairly-decent (not exactly the best looking) bed, a side table with some scrap papers that the last occupants apparently forgot about, and a desk pushed back against one of the other walls.

He smiled from his own, awkward amusement. The was a fairly decent sized window straight in front of him from the door. With a more lazy grin, he rolled his head over his shoulders to look back at Delirium. "You can have the bed, if you want. I'll take the window."

Though it took some shifting of that small table, just enough that he could climb over part of it, open the window, and fit himself on/into the sill. It was weird to have a higher view of Paixao. The city was unlike anything he had seen before... and yet...

It reminded him of the crystal.

He wondered to himself, glancing at Delirium from the corner of his eyes, if she'd still be around by the following day. Or even through the night. Hell, if she remembered about Barna...- Barna-what?... - Barnabus!, she could be taking off in a flash.

He probably just shouldn't worry about it. The city couldn't be too dangerous, right?

Zidane never thought this much in one day. It was about time he stopped, and finally he slid a gloved hand into one of his pockets and pulled out that odd "journal." He barely remembered how he opened it in the first place, but somehow managed again, and went to work at figuring out how to use it.

Eventually he would sleep.