I could persuade you.

“So, by the way….the place you’re staying…You have roommates—Or if you’re lucky, you might be alone.” He remembers when he first got here he had been in a district, in one of those little tent-like things (it definitely wasn’t an apartment). He didn’t have to share a place with anyone. “Mm, also….if you are interested in learning about this shithole, you could probably check out the academy…Or the library.” 

“Marluxia is what I’m usually called, Romanus.”

Eleven was another common one, but that would have been too much information. Marluxia rolled Romanus’s name around a few times, making sure to file it away into the non-hostile local folder somewhere in his head. Not necessarily a trustworthy being, but workable for now.

Without hesitation, Marluxia followed Romanus and quickly fell into stride with him.

“I don’t think everyone has a name by default,” Marluxia said thoughtfully. “That’s giving far too much credit to whatever is going on here. I’ve met beings with no name. It’s usually coupled with no purpose but that’s a technicality.

“Doesn’t seem to be the case for you.”

The idea of roommates wasn’t exactly palatable. Marluxia wasn’t antisocial, but sharing space with people he didn’t know and therefore could not predict as easily was an annoyance he didn’t want to deal with at the moment. Murder was always on the table, but also pointless for the most part. Especially now.

Half-distracted, he glanced at the shop, as if only now noticing how much residue glamour had affected the place in the months that he’d lingered. What once were small saplings he ignored had flourished into curling vines. He frowned wryly. Had it truly been that long? He was Unseelie—born of the winter realm—so his kind of glamour shouldn’t have nurtured this much life.

Ah. The elves.

As soon as Razkiel draped himself on the small couch, Marluxia raised an eyebrow. Did the sidhe not understand that he had just walked in the door and that he was tired and dirty from struggling to get in?

He wasn’t human. He didn’t have human limitations despite being considerably weaker to his previous self. His current self?

Wait a minute though. Sector 002 is that nasty ass Sector isn’t it? Oh boy. 

“Well, I’m not entirely sure about the maps but if you plan on walking there….” Geez, this guy is going to go on quite the adventure. “How about this, I’ll walk with you.” He could point the guy in the right direction, but who’s to say the man will get lost and never find his way back. He wouldn’t want that. That would ruin the other’s impression of this hellhole. 

"Not particularly," Marluxia replied. "I figure if there is danger, I can handle it."

Kill it.

"There's no point in having expectations in a place like this. I've gathered some information but I cannot learn everything I need to know when it seems Hive City runs on some kind of nuance. I'm aware of a lot. But not enough for now."

He hadn't expected the invitation to walk. In fact, it surprised him. He didn't show this surprise, as he remained stoically curious, but not very unfriendly. Someone who looked annoyed at being handed nothing and then being expected to craft something out of that. A typical reaction, he reasoned. An effective one.

"You don't know me and you are offering to walk with me to a place I suspect is unsavory to some degree? How kind of you."

It took a surprising amount of willpower not to spit that out venomously. Perhaps that would come easier the longer he was here.

“Excuse me?” Marluxia replied. “There’s a police force here?”

In all honesty, he hadn’t noticed. Perhaps he wasn’t paying attention to the right events…or maybe he was looking at the only police officer who ever did their job.

“I find that hard to believe.”

 “It is still there. Just…not as strong as it should be. “ 

Having a law abiding organization in such a lawless city was horrible, because it was hard to get something from the ground up. 

"Officer Sanada?" Marluxia smiled and looked the officer up and down. What a silly man. "Charmed. I'm Marluxia. I suppose I'm new, but I find myself learning more and more each day.

"Does this mean if someone's breaking the law, I should call you?"

He spun around and ran his hands through Razkiel's hair in much the same fashion he would have pet him if he were in his more feline form. The smaller one.

Marluxia looked over the book Lavi held up, raising an eyebrow curiously, before taking it and studying it a bit more closely. One thing he lamented about being in new worlds with new rules was the enormous language barrier that showed up. Natural magic within him allowed for seamless verbal communication, but anything written down was a toss up.

If it wasn't written in a select few languages, Marluxia couldn't make sense of it. It was a lovely side effect of experiencing a previous job that relying on other forms of communication. Almost exclusively verbal, but sometimes physical gesturing.

He opened the book, scanned the first few pages, and closed it. Couldn't read this one either. Back to square one.

"Do you really think you will learn what you need to just by looking through a bookstore?" The condescension in his voice was painfully obvious. "You won't get very far unless you go outside, I'm afraid. But an intelligent man like you probably doesn't need to be told that."

A pause.

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Pink hair and a …. certain grace in their movements. Ah, someone who could be a dancer of sorts, or something. 

 A police pass passes by. 

In all honesty, he hadn't noticed. Perhaps he wasn't paying attention to the right events...or maybe he was looking at the only police officer who ever did their job.