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Starter for @a-regal-witch

Kuja was furious, when he returned to the desert palace. Garland had attacked Alexandria, and then he had been the one harmed in the attack. The man hadn't even cared- like he was a discardable toy that had been broken, he'd been tossed aside. As if he was worthless. Him.

Like a cat licking his wounds he'd retreated to his room, snapping at any of the black mages that tried to come near him or offer help. As if he needed any support as he let his white robes fall from his shoulders, tail lashing with his anger as he hung it up and fell into the bed, pulling the blankets over his torso.

With his back to the door he didn't hear it open, only bared his teeth in frustration. "I thought I told you all to leave me be." He snarled, looking over his shoulder and pausing. Kuja wasn't met with a black mage, but with... Hilda. He had assumed that with him weakened she would take the chance to escape and run off. It was clear enough that the black mages wouldn't be able to stop him, and in his weakened state, he didn't have a high chance to do so either.

"Did you come to gloat before you run off?" He asked, tail curling around his waist. Hilda had seen it before, of course, when they worked together on projects. Kuja was still very aware it wasn't normal, and tried to hide the shameful appendage every time they did things without seeming to realize. "I cannot stop you, and clearly you're far more capable and competent than those puppets out there." Despite the biting words, Kuja only sat back against the pillows, watching her. Was she here for revenge, perhaps, he wondered, or did she think it proper to tell him she was leaving? His tail twitched slightly despite himself as he stared.

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Kuja hadn't planned on keeping Hilda around- scare her, perhaps. Make it easier to dump her somewhere and move on with the airship. But, she wasn't a delicate being like the rest of the royals; she was strong willed and willing to put up a fight. It both intrigued him, and annoyed him. She was a thorn, in the grand scheme of things. One he couldn't just pluck out- it needed careful maneuvering.

Leaving her in his palace wasn't the plan, or the ideal place, but then. He couldn't exactly bring her to Treno either. There were people who would recognize her instantly, no matter what he could try to cover it up. So, to keep his own plans from falling apart should she be able to outwit him, he'd simply locked her away, and made sure she couldn't.

Oh he'd bragged about them, complained about his own problems to his captive audience as theatrically as his emotions needed to get them out. And yet, he never heard from any of the mages that Hilda had complained about it. Never gotten annoyed that he'd ranted and raved. Here she was, ever the noble, welcoming him home and admitting that she was thinking about him.

His ego beamed at that, but his mind was confused. She clearly feared him, Kuja assumed she probably hated him, honestly. Not that she showed any signs of that, but if he was bested the was she had been, he would probably hate the person who had done it as well.

"Thinking about me?" He made his way over, eyeing the shelves. He didn't like walking- the ground was dirty, and it was a chore to wait for his things to be cleaned. But Kuja made sure the palace was spotless, so he could avoid a mess. "I'm flattered... Do any of these books catch your interest? I know you don't know Terran, but I could see if I could find time to write out basics, so you might read one or two." And so he could remove anything on Genomes that might be found in the library- he'd taken a few from Garland to help him understand and create the Black Mages.

"The outside world... Is the same as always. Those Burmecian rats are focused on their battles, the Alexandrian Queen is in love with her yearly play..." It wasn't any sort of answer. No explanation on what was going on in the one place that Hilda wanted to know about. Kuja didn't see a point in travelling to Lindblum at all right now, so he really didn't have an answer for her either. He simply shrugged, shifting a little in his stance as he stopped a little away from her, crossing his arms. "Is there anything specific, that you have been thinking?"

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Starter for @a-regal-witch

Shivan didn't often leave the Velvet Fang. Not because he couldn't, but because he really had no reason to. Treno was a dangerous city to wander around in no matter when you did it, with card tournaments, people coming to see the sights, or participate in the auctions. It was always one thing or another happening. Finding peace and quiet in the city outside of ones own home was nearly impossible.

But, there were a few spots that could be found. Near the waterfront the nobles tended to flock in crowds, chatting amongst themselves in lower tones. It was easy for the smaller figure to slip through the crowd with barely a glance their way, only a hand checking to make sure their wallets were still in place.

Turning off the path, Shivan slowed a little. Gone was his usual flowing outfits, replaced with a simple tight fitting pair of pants, a dress shirt, and a corset vest. His long curly hair was up in a high ponytail, not left down around his shoulders. The only noticeable give away was the signature purple lips.

He didn't slow because he was out of the crowds however. Shivan moved towards the sound of music up ahead- his favourite spot to sit in Treno was just up ahead. A small corner of the town that wasn't busy, where he'd bring a book and curl up to hear the sounds of the waterfront and muted chatter. But music was never a part of it.

He stopped, curiously studying the woman sitting near his usual spot playing a harp. She looked... Regal. It was the only way he could describe it. Slowly he moved closer, clearing his throat so as not to scare her. Too many people in Treno would approach for the worst reasons. "Pardon me, madam, but, do you mind if I join you?" He asked, holding his book against his chest. "I wasn't aware anyone else knew of this spot."

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Starter for @tailoringtay

"So... Will you tell me about your travels, or can I get you to tell me about them if I offer some sweet treats?" There were few times that the private rooms were used for just regular company in The Velvet Fang. But Tay was one of the few people that could come further back in, a few of the workers having hired the tailor in the past and it was easier to get measurements and discuss outfit ideas in the quiet of a room, instead of in the busy lounge where everyone mingled.

Hazel eyes flicked over, as Shivan stayed patiently still for Tay to finish the last bit of detailing he needed to do. As tempted as he was to turn his head a little, he didn't move a single muscle, staying perfectly still as the final touches were added.

"Not that I would ever bribe you, Tay." He added jokingly. He'd done it a few times- Shivan loved hearing about everything Tay had seen. Even if it was the same places he'd heard before, Shivan always listened like it was the first time he'd heard about it.

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Verses

Shivan has two main verses- One for D&D and another for FFVII. You can find far more information under both of their links (see the two titles below), but below is just a short run down of their information

D&D

Shivan Parlan is an elf, and Cleric of Dulion, the god of fate and beauty. He is one of two clerics, and spends most of his time travelling and ensuring that the flow of fate is kept in check, and that people are not trying to defy it. He holds strictly to the belief that his duties come first, and while he may flirt and tease, he will not romantically or physically get involved with anyone.

FFVII

An escort born to a rich businessman and a Honeybee Girl, Shivan spent his youth despising his father and trying to get out from under his control. Once he was old enough, he ran away, living with one of his mothers friends and getting a job at the Honeybee Inn himself. Shivan later had enough of a reputation to begin working as an escort, and still does part time at the Honeybee since he cares for his coworkers and enjoys performing.

FFIX

A worker in The Velvet Fang in Treno. Shivan is well known among the nobles that frequent the brothel. The son of a performer from Lindblum and a member of Treno's slums, Shivan keeps his past far away from his present life. No one from his life in the slums is in his present life, and he ensures it stays that way.

Other Verses

Anything alternate verses or specific to world building by someone else- their world creations, their characters canon. Anything specific to them will be listed in here, with tags.