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Character(s): Kuja & Garnet
Content: Kuja makes his presence in the city known to a certain princess~
Setting: Actua Are [N9]
Time: Week 33
Warnings: Generalized creepiness?

He sat in a corner of the hotel's lobby, one leg crossed over the other knee, and remained there, waiting. It had been a few weeks since his arrival in the city, and now he was truly beginning to understand the mechanics of Paixao. It was simple really -- ignore the natives, and they seemed to mostly ignore you. It was easy to go about a daily routine this way, especially since having set up camp at City Hall.

But now it was a time for business. Zidane had been made aware of his presence, and it seemed that the blonde-haired trash would be as easy as ever to manipulate, so long as Kuja kept his true motives under lock and key. As long as the silver-haired genome stayed in his good graces, he was sure he could get away with nearly anything.

Reunions with old friends, yes, it was most certainly the time for it. And so there he held vigil, waiting -- watching, for a little bird to flit by...

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In the time since she had arrived in Paixao, Dagger had not been out too many times on her own. Zidane had been by her side most of the time, exploring and getting a feel for all the twists and turns of this city. But today she was on her own, descending the stairs so she might head to one of the nearby cafes. Despite the fact that none of the natives here were her subjects, she still felt the need to wave a thank you to the hotel staff when she left.

As the headed for the door, the girl stopped, long hair swishing as she glanced back. She had the strangest feeling that she was being watched. However, just looking directly behind her didn't alert her to Kuja's presence back in the corner.

The young queen frowned, hands going to her hips before she shook her head. "I must be imagining things..."

His eyes were glued to her as she made her entrance. He couldn't help the grin from perching itself on his lips, either. He placed a well manicured nail between his teeth to stop himself from showing too much glee. An odd surge of excitement started to tingle at the base of his spine as she turned his way -- though it seemed he was still hidden from her gaze.

Perfect. How simply wonderful! He couldn't have asked for a better cue for the next scene to begin.

Effortlessly, as though it was another gliding motion, he lifted himself up from his seat, and opened his arms, "Such a wonderful reverie it would be, were it a figment of your imagination, but alas... reality makes it so much... sweeter, doesn't it?"

She was about to turn back to the doors when a familiar voice rang out behind her. A voice that made her blood run cold. Dagger looks back slowly, hoping... praying that this was some weird act of her imagination. No such luck.

Silver hair. That flamboyant way of dressing. The sing song voice that made her sick to her stomach. Kuja. No, he wasn't supposed to be dead... or at least she had believed him to be dead. Even when Zidane had gone back for him, she had hoped he wouldn't find him, there just wasn't any way she could forgive him, no matter his reasons for his actions.

Dagger's already pale face when white as a sheet, and she wished now more than ever she had her rod on her. "You," she spat, a soft growl underlying the girl's voice.

"Now, now. That's hardly a greeting suited to old friends," He casually took the steps towards her, hips swaying effortlessly with each footfall. As he drew closer, the grin across his lips only seemed to spread.

"Come now Princess," he reached forward, with the intent to cup her elbow as he came up alongside of her, "won't you join me for tea? Surely one of those quaint little cafés isn't too far from here." He flashed her a look, a strange gleam in his eyes. "It will give us time to... catch up."

"Do not touch me!" she said, pulling away from him, a regal and commanding tone in her voice even if she knew he would never actually listen to her. "You and I have nothing to 'catch up' on, do not speak like we are friends." She wanted nothing more to slap him across his smug face, but doing such a thing in public might warrant her some unwanted attention.

"If I really have the misfortune of being trapped in this city with the likes of you, I want you to stay away from me." Her hands balled into fists at her sides. Even if she was quite capable of handling herself, she still wished Zidane were here to back her up.

Her reactions were nothing to him. Small acts of defiance that were amusing at best. "Now, now," Kuja chided, his smile pulling back, making it appear more sinister as he leaned forward.

In his hand, he began to gather magical particles into his palm, it was a rather slow amount but he made sure that she would be able to see it. "Unless you would like to see something happen to these lifeless, drones of citizens," he nodded back, indicating the the people surrounding them, "I suggest you join me for afternoon tea."

Dagger froze, her eyes narrowing at the magical energy gathering in his hand. A low, dirty move on his part, but that wasn't surprising. He was known for that sort of thing, wasn't he? She resisted the urge to slap him in case it would cause him to hurt an innocent bystander, and cursed the fact that summoning was useless to her at the moment.

She was silent for only a moment longer, and finally she took a deep breath to calm her nerves. "Very well. I will join you." She clasped her hands in front of her and held her head high. If she was going to be coerced, she's do it with dignity.

"Lead the way."

"Ah. Splendid," and with that, the energy disappated, "I'm so glad you had a change of heart. Come," he motioned for her to follow along, confident that she wouldn't try anything as he opened the door for her to exit. "Really, this town does have much to offer in the way of hospitality, doesn't it? Empty houses... restaurants of all kinds... and all for the price of, well, whatever we guests can offer them. It's really rather... quaint. Wouldn't you agree?"

Kuja turned to her, a smirk plastered across his face.

That smirk caused her to seethe inside, but all she did in response was give a curt nod. He could smile all he wanted, she was determined not to give him the satisfaction of losing her cool. "I suppose that's an accurate word for it." Because honestly, she couldn't think of another one for it that wasn't something like 'peculiar' or 'strange'.

"Is there someplace in particular you want to go? Or are you going to be a gentleman and let me decide?" She hardly would ever consider him a gentleman, but she might as well not make him angry lest he decide to hurt someone just because of her tone.

Ah! How splendidly well behaved she was being. Kuja was beyond pleased. As long as he kept up this charade, he was sure that it wouldn't be long until he had all the necessary players lined up accordingly to carry out his plans.

"Hm. Yes, well, not that there is any particular place that suits my tastes here..." he waved off the question. He had surveyed the area before approaching her, so he was familiar at least with the immediate surroundings. If she tried to run, she would be easy to catch. If she tried to trick him and escape, he was confident he would be able to pick her out. "So, your majesty, shall you pick one for us?" Becuase, of course, he was a gentleman.

"That will do," she answered, falling into a stride that matched his pace and looking at what the area around them had to offer. She knew that not far from her hotel was a quaint little tea shop she rather liked going to with a good book, but she couldn't decide if she wanted to have him know about her little hide away.

So instead she chose the opposite direction. There was a small shop that way too, but she had never visited. Hopefully that would suffice and she could be through with this. "This way please," she said, guiding him down the road to a coffee and tea shop nestled at the corner.

Once they arrived she motioned to the door.

Kuja was feeling quite pleased with himself along their little jaunt, and carried himself with an air of superiority all the while. He looked down on the townspeople that passed wondering how they lived in such a place that was so obviously beneath those with good tastes.

Arriving at the small shop, Kuja grinned, and pulled the door open, falling into a half-bow. "Ladies first."

Somehow hearing 'ladies first' coming from him seemed so strange. But she bit her tongue and stepped inside the establishment, looking to and fro at the setting and deciding it was a nice enough place. She chose a small table close to the door for the two of them to take a seat and plopped herself down in a chair.

She was sure a waiter would come by shortly, and that she could get this over with quickly. Folding her hands in her lap, Dagger waited for her 'companion' to take his seat as well. Whatever he wanted to say, she'd at least listen.

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fsdfsjdlskjdf this is so late im sorry kris.... ;A;

I'm late too! ;A;