These Outsider Types [Complete]

[scaronhisface]

Character(s): Kovu, open to anyone
Content: Kovu comes into the city
Setting: Muspelheim, just inside
Time: Night
Warnings: ...None really.

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[teachers_pest]

"Thank you!" Beryl chirped to the attendant behind the Cafe Beresat, having just inquired about the times and prices for the place without buying anything something about a dress code maybe?. It had been a few weeks since she arrive Like most things in Paixao, and made it her mission to thoroughly explore this side of Paixao to get a proper feel of the place. The alarming thing, though, was that she started to wonder why she bothered: the Cafes were so similar that they bordered on being obsessive about it. Worse then that, she was starting to realize that everything in Paixao followed a sort of strict code of consistency that was everywhere -- the same style clothes, the same fake plants, the same architecture, the same emotions.

It was really starting to drive her nuts.

The few flaws and imperfections that existed seemed to come from the non-citizens, like her. They were beginning to stand out markedly -- like a blotch of colorful ink spattered onto a canvas of endless white. She liked those moments, but was starting to wonder if maybe the citizens were being brainwashed. Or worse, a nagging fear that she would begin to fade into the white nothing too someday.

She quickly pushed out her fears as she approached the Muspelhiem gate. After all, if there was going to be anything out of the ordinary in Paixao it (apparently) would have to come through here first. And boy did it in a big way. After all, it's not everyday that you see a talking lion among the crowd. Even less so one that actually looked familiar. Wading her way through trees of people or, more accurately, their legs the littlest demon made her way to the Scar-lookalike to finally get him back for being obnoxious to her when she first got there.

Maybe she'd have to check the gates more often.