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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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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."