Dark Messenger

How fitting. You flew into this cage of your own free will. Never would I have imagined running into you in a place like this. It must be fate. But you cannot rest your wings yet... Fly down to the links below, my little canary. I, too, will welcome you home with open arms. Affiliated RP Blog - Final World Final Fantasy IX / Dissidia - Kuja Please read the Guidelines and Head-Canon before interacting. Farewell, my sweet lovable morons.

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OOC: So I've decided I want a fresh start. New URL, clean blog, etc. I'm not rebooting my muse but I am going to migrate and leave this blog as an archive. I'll update when I've finished transferring everything I want onto the new blog,

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                     She glanced at the stars quietly.

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"Have I spoiled it for you?"

Heels and armored layers clicked as his lithe legs traversed the space between them. The white of his garb looked stark against the surrounding night. His hair, the color akin to the starlight, fell into its usual elegance about his features as he posed himself at her side.

"There was a time when the sky held our home over our heads. The brightest of stars, its glow known to us all, now gone... A fate felled by the uprising called change. It will never be the same sky. No matter how long you admire all that remains."

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"You have been quiet."

"Quiet, she complains, as if the silence were an intolerable burden.Yet could the same not be said of herself? The eyes of those who now take the stage have not connected since Valentine's eve... My sweet sister, to what do I owe the pleasure of this surprise inquiry?"

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Final Fantasy IX: Kuja

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"What idle curiosity is this?"

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"Here dawns a sensation long forgotten. It is a sticky familiarity, sudden and complex. Within an instant every hair on the nape of my neck now stands on end... Yet it couldn't be... I must be deceived... ... ...Be still, sweet patience. Spare me any senseless acts during this ominous hour."

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Sephiroth, Ultimecia, and Kuja in Dissidia: Final Fantasy

[eternal-repose]

She understood quickly enough. Learning about this emotion would take time. It was like learning a spell. One could not start with the strongest (or well, they shouldn’t as she’d learned quite intimately). If she could understand these people well enough, she would be able to move higher to the next tier, invited to something far more complicated, a higher class of people. Mannerisms would be much more difficult then, and she would have to be able to discern tones far more than she could now.

"This place does not suit you," she agreed. Although there were plenty in suits and ties, and other strange things that she hadn’t seen even the nobles of Treno wear, others did not seem as … polished. 

Her attention turned to the room below, “then I should learn quickly.” It would be interesting to see and experience how different it would be at an event that Kuja would approve of as opposed to one the Second created.

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Painted eyelids parted, exposing the blue of his irises. He surveyed her for but a moment. Soon turning his head away from sister and distant throng. Despite his nonchalance he was, in his own way, satisfied that she hadn't departed.

"The leading lady is ever astute despite her innocence. Look how quickly she seeks to fine tune her focus. Such things are easier said than done... I am nonetheless indulgent. What conclusions have you drawn thus far?"

He opened his eyes again to cast another scathing appraisal across the dance floor. Zidane was likely down there, mingling in the thick of it in his pursuit of female companionship. To what end Kuja neither knew nor cared to learn. At some point they would have to cross paths so that his ruse would be maintained. It wouldn't do for Zidane to have no proof of his attendance. The scene he cultivated by pretending to befriend him called for that much.