This isn't the School! [active/open]

[madsciencemaou]

Character(s): Mao, anyone else?
Content: Mao arrives in Paixao
Setting: Vanaheim Gate
Time: Early Afternoon, week seven
Warnings: The first of many Mao warnings. Also tl;dr intro.

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[dix_des_coeurs]

His hands had been tied lately. Losing Larxene to Elenra had been...unnerving, to say the least, and in more ways than one. After playing - controlling - the game for so long, it wasn't a sensation Luxord enjoyed. There was little he could do to affect it - he did not know and could not trust this Elenra - and so he had stayed out of it, from simple necessity.

Which had left him nothing to do but don his casual clothes, watch the gates, and wait for news.

The slight commotion intrigued him - whoever was coming in certainly in a bad mood. He might be able to have some fun with this.

"Kind of useless, aren't they," he commented lightly. "More like a name service than gate guards."

[madsciencemaou]

Mao had been completely engrossed in the small device in his hands--apparently it was a communications device. And, apparently, he was stuck in this place with some stupid-haired, so-called Overlord, and a human with too much guts for his own good. What did that boy know about demons, anyway?! He'd already said he hadn't been around any before, so it wasn't like he knew anything about a good demon, anyway! Tch...

The young Overlord shut the journal and shoved it into his pocket and started to walk off into the city when he heard a voice speak up nearby. "Hm?"

The man looked similar to all the people he'd seen before--blond with blue eyes and human--but he had a decidedly different feel to him. There wasn't as much of that annoying happiness, at least, which was a good thing, and he didn't sound like an idiot like the other people he'd met so far... Maybe he could get some useful information out of him.

"Obviously. I've seen smarter zombies. And since when do you need to give your name to go anywhere, anyway?"

[dix_des_coeurs]

He burst out laughing at that comparison. "Not having seen a zombie myself, I assume that's quite the slight to the keepers' intelligence...should they have any.

"It's only a requirement at the gate," he waved off the question. "Nobody really knows why. A pointless gesture." Not quite the truth, but the truth was not necessary here.

"And of course, there are much better ways to get information in this city." There. Now to see if he walked into the trap.

[madsciencemaou]

He liked this person--whoever he was--already, at least, more than he liked everyone else he'd met in here so far.

"Oho...?" A grin spread across his face. And he actually had information, too? It almost seemed too good to be true. Hmph. It probably was. The grin immediately fell again, and Mao searched the stranger's face for any sign of deception. "What's the catch?" he asked.

There was no way the answers were free.

[dix_des_coeurs]

Unfortunately for Mao, Luxord had an impervious poker face, perfected through dozens of games and weeks in a city where keeping a low profile was essential to obtaining information - that same information that Mao now wanted.

"Knowing the right people," Luxord replied lightly. "Asking the right questions. There isn't too tight of a lock on information here." On most information, at least - there were some things that Luxord wasn't about to let on any time soon.