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paixaorpg2011-07-07 03:10 pm
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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...
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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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.