paixaorpg | FRIENDSHIP IS MAGIC. [ complete ]

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Character(s): Kuja & Scar
Content: Arrival into the city of Paixao~ ahh! So magical!
Setting: Vanaheim Gate.
Time: Mid-morning? Why not. Week 31.
Warnings: Fabulosity~! Threats. So far. (and that's just with kuja... o_O )

"I suggest you not toy with me, it's so unfortunate to get off on the wrong foot," he suggested in a pleasant tone, though his expression hardly matched. He leaned in over the counter and rested his head on his hand, perched up by the elbow. "Now, as I was saying, a place like this is hardly befitting someone of my expertise. So it would be in your best interest to open up whatever sort of gateway you decided to use, and reverse the process."

"I'm sorry, you must step aside so that the line can proceed..."

"Perhaps I'm not making myself clear..." Kuja was beginning to show obvious annoyance, that seemed to be on a fast track to deteriorating into violence. "Now if you don't open the portal back up in the next two minutes, you will soon find that your imitation grass and flowers you've got here make quite suitable kindling. Open it. Now."

The lady was backing up, her hands up in defense. "I... I have nothing to do with -- "

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Now this was certainly out of the ordinary. Rarely did Scar ever wander to this part of the city, dingy and dirty as he often found it to be, but for such a display to be going on the one day he did was quite fortunate.

"You may as well just give up, that pathetic creature can't do much of anything, much less send you back where you came from." He spoke as he approached, the crowd parting only slightly to let him past. They didn't give him as much space in these parts...he'd have to lean why that was.

"If you must know, you're just as stuck here as the rest of us. Now the sooner you accept your fate, the sooner you can move on and do something useful with your time rather than just threatening that wretched, pointless creature." The condescension in his tone made the girl at the gate scowl at him, but when she saw his teeth she quickly changed the expression to one rather more fitting--she was now cowering behind the desk.

At the sound of a voice ahead, Kuja turned slowly... certainly not expecting to see it originating from a lion. He straightened up, he studied the lion as he spoke his eyes narrowing in the process. "Stuck," he echoed flatly, obiously unimpressed. He took a few steps forward, the lady at the gate showing signs of relief with his depature. "D... Don't forget that," she reminded, as he reached back to grab the journal without even so much as casting another glance her way. She was, indeed, worthless.

He struck a pose a few feet from Scar, a hand on his hip. "You certainly seem to be in the know."

"Sadly, I've been in this city for quite some time. Of course, there is far more to it than meets the eye," Scar sat on his haunches and examined a paw, "but couldn't the same be said of just about anywhere?" He flicked his gaze back to the silver haired man. The scent wasn't human, not quite...in fact, it reminded him rather a lot of Wolf's friend Zidane. How...interesting.

"You may want to learn how to use that," he continued, indicating the journal with the subtlest incline of his head. "I can assure you it will make your time here far easier." Now...to learn just what it was that made this biped and Zidane so similar.

"This... thing?" he asked, holding the journal up between thumb and forefinger, an eyebrow raised. As he flipped the contraption open, he only glanced at it, noting that the technology was far more advanced than anything Gaia had to offer, and then closed it again, making note to look it over in private, as he tucked it away.

"Useful advice, I'm sure, if I planned on staying in this..." he swept his eyes around the immediate area, his lip curling up in disgust, "charming little garbage dump."

"You're just as welcome as any to try to leave, though I assure you that you won't be successful. The only way out is to play in the Organization's little game." Scar went back to examining his paw.

"Organization?" he seemed to perk up slightly at that, an unimpressed look crossing his features. "Ah, wait, let me guess," he re-positioned himself, "we are all the halpless victims, brought here by some dreaded god, demi-god, or other version thereof, posed to do their bidding until they deem us worthy, the war ends, or other some-such conclusion?"

"It's difficult to believe that the Organization could be any sort of deities, but other than that? Yes. Though the condition is far from being so simple."

Scar didn't venture immediately to explain what exactly that meant. This man would be perfectly capable of asking the particular things he was interested in.

Kuja rolled his eyes, a dramatic sigh following suit. "The script is always the same," he muttered, taking his hand off of his hip to run through his hair as he considered this new information. Of course, he didn't need to believe it right away, but this lion certainly seemed to know a great deal more than the golden-haired ninny he'd first had the pleasure of running into.

"And dare I ask, what exactly this Organization has set up for the final act?" In other words, he wondered just what sort of 'conditions' he would need to adhere to in order to win his freedom.

"No one is really sure. All we know is that we have to climb to the top of the castle--the first floor of which we're in right now."

Scar didn't particularly care if the man believed him or not, considering how perfectly ludicrous the statement sounded.

His look changed to downright disgust for a moment, before he waved it away with the motion of his hand. "Simply dreadful," was his contribution, as he wondered how he, of all people, managed to somehow get tangled into events like these. First the war between Chaos and Cosmos... now this? "And I'm sure, it's an easy assumption... that the gracious hosts keep themselves either well hidden or locked away guarding the exit, hm?"

"Oh of course. They've been far to cowardly to show their faces for more than a few moments at a time." Scar looked back up from his paw at last. Most would have asked as to the truth of the castle idea, so such quick acceptance of the idea came as something of a surprise.

"It sounds like you've been in a situation like this before."

"It pains me to have to tell you that that much is true," he frowned, but let the feeling pass. "But of course with experience, comes knowledge," the genome concluded, taking a few steps forward, passing Scar, and going over the scene again. "This Organization certainly isn't too keen on making a good first impression," he scoffed, hand finding a place on his hip again.

"And you certainly don't seem too bothered by it, do you...?" The looked towards Scar from over his shoulder and paused pointedly, waiting for a name.

"Scar. And while I may not seem to be offended by this situation, I assure that that a King separated from his kingdom is never a happy one." Scar's eyes followed the movement, his head turning only slightly.

"And your name would be...?"

"A king," he seemed to brighten at that. He turned on his heel, facing the lion and sweeping his arms into a bow. "I was not aware I was in the presence of royalty, forgive me," the sarcasam was well-hidden in his voice, and he intended to keep it so... for now.

And he straightened again, a small smile playing on his lips. "Kuja."

Scar's brow twitched, but like the man he was skilled at keeping such things well under control. Years of dealing with his brother had taught him quite well to hide any such sins of annoyance. If Kuja thought he would win any points with Scar with such an overblown display he has sadly mistaken, especially since they were well outside Scar's Pride Lands.

"Charmed. It might be of interest to you that someone of your same...unique race is also in this city. He goes by the name of...Zidane, I believe."

(ooc: Heather said I was allowed to mention Zidane only if you wait till she's off hiatus next week to make a journal post with him. XD)

In reality, Kuja couldn't care less how his performance was received. But it was interesting how the so-called king didn't seem to bask in the attention. It was that, that won points for Scar in Kuja's mind. Royalty could be oh so wrapped in in themselves these days, how refreshing to see that didn't seem to be exactly the case he had on his hands.

"Zidane?" Of course, he allowed his surprise to reach his features this time. "Now that certainly is a surprise. So this is where he scampered off to... Tsk."

"Oh, you do know him. He's a friend of a young man called Wolf, if you want to look for him."

Kuja's chiding tone gave Scar some idea of the relationship between him and Zidane. That, and the man's demeanor, which was beginning to remind Scar of his own...when he cared to exercise his ability to control it, at any rate.

He didn't even need to hear the rest. Once the words 'a friend of' were spoken, Kuja rolled his eyes. Of course. He should have known even in a place like this Zidane would find friends. "Indeed. And I can imagine what sort of exploits he's up to. Playing the hero? Rescuing the princess? Which angle is it this time? How bothersome." he crossed his arms over his chest, not really expecting an answer.

"Frankly I don't pay him much attention. For all I know he's done nothing at all since he came here. At any rate, 'hero' has very little meaning in a place when everyone is in the same position, wouldn't you agree?"

Of course, Scar said nothing of what he thought of heroes...which was, it seemed, much the same opinion as Kuja's.

Kuja considered it a moment, taking note. Zidane couldn't have been up to just nothing if the lion already knew about him. He didn't pursue the matter for now.

"Hero has very little meaning in general these days," was his retort, flipping some of his hair over his shoulder in the process. "It seems no one can make it past the auditions. Besides -- " he continued, "if the villians keep themselves scarce, there can't be too much to concern oneself with, anyway..." As he spoke, he watched Scar mainly from the corner of his eye, otherwise looking rather disinterested in the whole process.

"You sound like you have a lot of experience with them." Scar had been lucky enough to avoid just about all of them since his brother's death. None of the lionesses on their own were brave enough to do much more than give him a little trouble every once in a while, and having the entire clan of hyenas around had kept them under control.

But Scar had been meeting some of them in his time here. That brat Sora, to name one.

"Though I'm hardly proud of it," he admitted. Most definitely, he had experienced his fair share of meddlers, as he was more akin to thinking of them. Nonetheless... "Though on this new stage, there are perhaps new possibilities just laying in wait."

"I can't say I know anyone who would be," Scar answered with something of a sneer. "And I do hope that your 'new possibilities' make allowances for more of them, because this city seems to be brimming with 'goody-goody' types."

Scar was no longer concerned with keeping up his appearance. Kuja seemed to be a kindred spirit of a sort, if nothing else, and while Scar didn't have to reveal anything of significance about himself, he could at least stop pretending that everything here didn't annoy him for a little while.

"Just my luck," he shrugged. "No matter. I'm sure I'll be able to come to some sort of... agreement with them," Kuja's eyes narrowed, as his grin widened for a moment. It was turning out to be a little worthwhile, running into this lion. Scar. He certainly had a keen eye, didn't he?

"Agreement? You do remember that they don't tend to be open to negotiations?"

Kuja was definitely starting to seem more and more like someone who might prove very useful in Scar's future endeavors. For now, of course, Scar would leave any sort of details alone, in favor of testing the waters and making sure he knew just what Kuja was about. But eventually, he would have to test this man, and see just how many "heroes" he'd be able to deal with.

He brought his index finer to his chin. "Ah, but it's all about the temptation of the offer." There was a strange little grin that flashed across his face, as though he was almost delighting in the very thought of it. The deal would be simple -- in exchange for leaving him to do as he pleases, they would be allowed to keep their lives. For now. Let no one say he's not the generous type!

"However, the need not even be dealt with, as I have the upperhand -- they do not yet know of my arrival." And he tilted his head to the side. "I do hope that can remain... between good company, for now?"

"Oh of course. If anyone can keep a secret it's me." No one was around to tell Kuja what a foolish move it was to trust Scar with much of anything, though arrival to the city wasn't exactly the most important thing that had ever happened to the man.

"After all, no one wants to see all the heroes get all the glory."

Indeed. Though it was important to test one's... potential allies with much less important information before it can be... stepped up a notch. "Wonderful."

Kuja smiled, though it was more of a smirk. "They do tend to hog the spotlight, don't they?"

"Unfortunately, they're rather good at it. They're hardly ever very good at showmanship, either. It's frightfully boring to see them getting all the attention all the time."

"And yet, it is the curse of the role they play," he sighed. "It's just so unfortunate, really. But no matter. Now that I've arrived, things are sure to start looking up. Now I'll just have to see about lodgings, hm." It wasn't really directed at Scar. Actually, it seemed like he was more so talking aloud just for the sake of hearing his own voice, at this point...

"I know of a place you might be welcome, if you're willing to see." Maleficent might just find Kuja interesting enough to keep around. And Scar didn't mind the idea of having one there who actually appeared to be intelligent, either.

"Oh?" his interest was piqued again. "Don't keep me in suspense. I hope it's suitable for someone with -- " and he glances around again, unimpresses with the scenery -- "superior tastes?"

Scar made a face. "It takes some getting used to. But the company is worthwhile." He paused. "Comparatively, anyway."

Hm...but if he was going to bring this man to City Hall, it would be wise to...test him first. Shadows and Soldiers would be enough, Scar thought, to give some idea of Kuja's worthiness.

He frowned, then sighed. This place was, indeed, going to take some getting used to then. Especially if everything looked as... cheap, and gaudy as the current setting. "I suppose it can't be helped. Lead the way~"

"Certainly." Scar turned on his hind legs with a sway of his hips, and something of a grin sat across his muzzle. All around Kuja, small pools of shadow welled up from the cobblestone pavement, and shadows started pulling themselves out. Soldiers appeared from their dark portals, landing and shaking from side to side as their small dance announced their presence.

Poised ready to follow the lion, Kuja stopped mid-stride, with a "Hm?" at the sudden puffs of dark mist seemed to appear from no where. "Oh?" was his first reaction, not making any further moves, but rather... standing there studying the creatures for a moment. "And what have we here~?"

Scar stopped, and turned around, making a small show of looking surprised. "Heartless. One of the less...appealing aspects of the city. You might want to be careful of them, they can be rather...relentless."

Just to keep up appearances, Scar allowed some to attack him as well. Not that Shadows or Soldiers could hold their own against him.

"Heartless?" he remained still, watching them as they moved in. A few moved straight towards him, scraping at him with their claws. Of course, the damage they did was minimal, if Kuja could even say he noticed it at all. "I suppose every town comes with it's own vermin," and with that, he reached down, slapping one of the creatures away.

It went reeling... though was not down for the count. The genome ran a quick hand through his hair, and glanced at the lion -- noting that he didn't do much to defend himself. Whether it was on purpose or the fact that he wasn't all that strong... was a debate for another day. "Stand back."

"Certainly." Scar backed up to what he believed would be a safe distance. He'd seen some very powerful displays in his time here, and he wasn't about to underestimate the one he might be about to see. Though of course...he would be disappointed if it didn't live up to his expectations.

Scar was sure to swipe at a Shadow as it attempted to strike him, though, turning the creature back to shadowy dust.

Kuja lifted into the air, hovering, slightly above the ground as he looked onto the herd of heartless. Curious little things, weren't they? The way their eyes seemed to glow like that... just like the black mages. A surge of pride coarsed through him as he conjured up several orbs of non-elemental magic around himself. He would wager that these creatures were probably just~ as~ inferior~♪.

He grinned, hurling an orb towards the pack, turning quickly to face those in formation behind him, and releasing another one in their direction. The spell did damage, but didn't seem to be a killing blow. Facing forward again, he focused in, already well into another cast.

Scar had yet to be impressed. Even he could do better than what Kuja was displaying so far. His claws ripped another Shadow to shreds, while his eyes remained trained on the man.

The next spell was released -- Ring Holy, the three rings setting off in front of him, dissolving the heartless with nearly just a mere touch. "Oh~?" Kuja seemed to be delighted, finding a weakness, even if it was a bit cliché.

He jumped back, still remaining in mid-air, as he grinned, weaving his fingers around the next bit of magic -- several spheres of holy energy amassed around him, as he dashed forward into the crowd. The positioned the spheres with a wave of his hand, conducting them as they took position around the group of them. Twirling about, the orbs lifted their prey into the air, hitting them once, twice, and then three times as they began their descent back down.

Kuja had gained altitude as well, a great orb of holy now at his command. He grinned, sending it forward -- his smile widening as it made contact.

Gracefully, he drifted back down to ground level, satisfied that it seemed they all perished before even hitting the ground. He dusted his hands off as he touched down softly. "There. Now that should be all of them."

"Impressive," Scar said, smiling. Yes, Kuja would make a great addition to their little team. "Those ones were very weak, though. Don't expect it to always be so easy."

Scar again turned on his hind paws and started on his way, this time confident that he was bringing with him an excellent catch.

"Oh good~," he seemed genuinely pleased with the news. Perhaps ther could be some way to use the creatures to his advantage! And truly, it would be so unfortunate if they were all simply pushovers.

And with that, he followed the lion again, all the while, musing over the possibilities of this newfound land.

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ooooh, hard bargain! >]

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