Extraordinary things that aren't in my own backyard. (Active/Open)

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Character(s): Sky, whoever finds her.
Content: A lost little girl entering Paixao
Setting: Joutenheim Gate
Time: Sometime in the afternoon.
Warnings: Expect many questions. Time Lords can feel free to spot she isn't human, IM/Plurk me if you think your character might notice that little tidbit about her, I'll probably say yes.

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[sceadu_gemynd]

It was strange, Zexion mused, how easy it was to grow accustomed to the city. Even with the scents of people coming and going, it was tempting. Of course, that was more than likely the intention of the place in the first place. Draw the people in and make it so that they grew complacent in their new homes. For his part, Zexion wanted little of it, except for a single solitary fact. Each new scent was a new potential pawn. Something else with which to bide his time. Even the smallest could topple a castle. Of course, he wasn't about to walk out into town as he truly was. No, that would have been tantamount to suicide, with the scent of so many Keybearers filling the town. Not even he could guess who would speak to whom and he had to assume that at least one of the many would speak to someone he'd spoken to over the course of anyone's given stay in the city. Paranoid, yes, he knew. But better to be safe than risk the ire of the keyblade

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[sceadu_gemynd]

The first question was easy enough to answer. It was the most commonly asked question, after all. Had it not thus come up, Zexion would have been not exactly curious but most definitely intrigued. "It's called Paixao," he answered, with the tones to suggest that the question was one he heard a lot, even if he didn't begrudge her the question.

The secondary question was both more interesting and more difficult to answer. While he understood the general idea of what she was asking about - albeit with some consideration as to what 'transmat' was likely to mean - the man he was intending to be was unlikely to understand. But that was a difficulty he was used to.

"Transmat?"

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[sceadu_gemynd]

"My apologies," Zexion answered, allowing a polite smile to cross his face. "It refers to the city itself. There are other names for the places beyond the fields outside of the gates." Or, to be more accurate, other names for the world-facsimiles beyond the gates to this world. But one thing at a time. Bits and pieces were just as useful as everything all at once.

"As for my name, you may call me Ian, and I'm afraid your arrival here may not have come at the hands of a transmat."

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[sceadu_gemynd]

Had it not been for the the fact that it would have been entirely counter to the personality Zexion had long since crafted to match this face, he would have smirked at Sky's first comment. People were always so quick to assume, even when it was a new place. So quick to impose what they knew on something else.

"I'm afraid I don't know," he answered, shaking his head. "It's not a world as most people would understand it." After all, there was only so much one could pick up on when the place was quite literally a castle, and had a fondness for mimicking things besides.

"As for the method of your arrival - or any arrival to this place - yes, most methods would have required some manner of energy. But it may not have been a form you could recognize. But I'll agree that the place is most certainly weird."

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[sceadu_gemynd]

Good. She was asking the right sorts of questions. True, there was an unusual tack to them, but Zexion was hardly going to complain. Every person was another world, and every world was another set of values. It was simply the way matters worked. So he nodded quietly at her first question.

"Assuming one believes the rumors - and I see no reason not to - this city and those like it are merely rooms inside a castle. Reflections, perhaps, or mirrors."

Very, very, convincing mirrors, but that wasn't here or there. The worlds were, and that was all. Even an illusion could confuse the mind enough to prove 'real' to all methods that counted. "The journals here are the mechanism by which one communicates with the other residents of the city."

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[sceadu_gemynd]

It was a little odd to find someone excited to hear the place was a world in the castle. Not so odd that Zexion couldn't write it off as simply being a less common answer, but odd none the less. Especially in light of some of the things he'd heard about just that fact over the weeks since it had first been mentioned. But it was truly nothing of concern.

"You're quite welcome," he answered with a nod. "As for your question, yes. There are other cities here. However none of them are quite the same as this one. In addition, I've heard they tend to be infested with monsters."

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[sceadu_gemynd]

"Very much so," Zexion answered. "Even this city has been know to be host to monsters."

Not enough to truly be a bother to most people, of course. But there was no denying that the Lumens were most definitely around, should one both know where to look and care to do to so. Of course, looking for them was often ill-advised, but it was hardly his place to keep people out of trouble.

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[sceadu_gemynd]

Even with Zexion having long since learned to control his expressions with an iron fist, he couldn't keep from raising his eyebrows in confusion at the sheer excitement Sky displayed. He would have thought most people wouldn't go running headlong into a mess of unknown enemies. Luckily for him, the confusion roughly mirrored what the feeling of the person he was pretending to be, so there wasn't any harm in the expression.

"I haven't attempted to see for myself. I'm afraid I'm not much of a fighter." This was, of course, a blatant lie. Zexion was perfectly capable of defending himself on the off chance that the Lumens came after him. Ian, on the other hand, had been deliberately created to give the impression having absolutely no combat abilities whatsoever. And, naturally, a complete lack of an interest in anything related to monster hunting.

"They are," he answered with a nod. "The city is somewhat less than modern."

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