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towerofanimus2012-04-04 06:22 pm
fallen_stage) wrote in towerofanimus2012-04-04 06:22 pm
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Characters: Kuja and YOU
Setting: Floor 5, Floor 20
Format: Prose, but I'm willing to adjust.
Summary: Kuja woke up, dressed properly, then went to verify the note. He doesn't like what he sees.
Warnings: Depression, discussion of planet destruction, slight dissociation, suicidal thoughts
Floor 5
One of the first places Kuja found was the observation floor, peering into one of the viewing terminals. He had awakened disoriented and alone, wondering if he was in some sort of afterlife or final hallucination. The note he discarded as rubbish, focusing instead on finding true answers (and something more stylish). While he found his clothes easily enough (though many might find them startling), the red around his eyes is a touch crooked, the neutral color on his lips not quite perfect, his rust-colored nailpolish overlapping onto his cuticles in places.
What he found was a world destroyed. Gaia's once lush surface scrubbed clean of all life, leaving only dust and rock. Not even the Iifa Tree was left, no Mist leaking from caves, no monsters roaming the worldwide desert. The atmosphere was either sucked out or burned, the sky black and empty.
I won't let this world exist without me!
Floating up in a rush of agony and power, Kuja had unleashed it all on a half-dead planet. What plant life had managed to florish he cut down, burning glassy stems and watching them fall into other, asymmetical dominos falling and shattering against one another. Fauna was no safer than flora, an instant extinction as bodies were crushed by plants and scorched by magic. He even burned the silver dragons he was so fond of before, reveling in the beauty of their smoldering pale feathers. Bran Bal was crushed in a trice, and Kuja soared like a vengeful god cutting a swathe of judgement. Soon only the surface remained but it wasn't enough, it had to be hollowed and smashed just like Kuja, just like his ambitions and future and - and as the atmosphere was next to set ablaze, Kuja shaped some around himself as he sliced through the crust of the planet, molten chunks of the mantle exploding out and solidifying as it met the chill of space. Still not enough; not nearly enough. Kuja had to destroy more, had to stomp the pieces into space dust so there was nothing left, nothing but the void of space and the light of more stars with old screaming light that needed to be snuffed and silenced, nothing for ever more, nothing nothing nothing -
Nothing left. Nothing left of his past, nothing left for his future. Nothing left of his last pinprick of hope. Kuja stared at the console, numb with thoughts that circled but couldn't find rest. "Do I need a reason to help people?" was only met with "let's be happy here", a moral and a life and a soul made pointless for being cut short. A victory made pyrrhic by weak vacillation, by that damned boy who wouldn't back down and stole respect.
Eyes continued to stare at the wasteland, but they saw nothing.
Floor 20
On the edge of the platform into the empty space, Kuja sits, kicking his heels and heedless of the fall. Fair away from the staircases, he's hunched over, staring at the space below his feet. The note from his room is crumpled in his fist, but eventually he smooths it out and carefully folds it. Paper airship complete, he tosses it into the void, watching float downward before setting it ablaze with magic until it's reduced to ashes on the breeze.
Setting: Floor 5, Floor 20
Format: Prose, but I'm willing to adjust.
Summary: Kuja woke up, dressed properly, then went to verify the note. He doesn't like what he sees.
Warnings: Depression, discussion of planet destruction, slight dissociation, suicidal thoughts
Floor 5
One of the first places Kuja found was the observation floor, peering into one of the viewing terminals. He had awakened disoriented and alone, wondering if he was in some sort of afterlife or final hallucination. The note he discarded as rubbish, focusing instead on finding true answers (and something more stylish). While he found his clothes easily enough (though many might find them startling), the red around his eyes is a touch crooked, the neutral color on his lips not quite perfect, his rust-colored nailpolish overlapping onto his cuticles in places.
What he found was a world destroyed. Gaia's once lush surface scrubbed clean of all life, leaving only dust and rock. Not even the Iifa Tree was left, no Mist leaking from caves, no monsters roaming the worldwide desert. The atmosphere was either sucked out or burned, the sky black and empty.
I won't let this world exist without me!
Floating up in a rush of agony and power, Kuja had unleashed it all on a half-dead planet. What plant life had managed to florish he cut down, burning glassy stems and watching them fall into other, asymmetical dominos falling and shattering against one another. Fauna was no safer than flora, an instant extinction as bodies were crushed by plants and scorched by magic. He even burned the silver dragons he was so fond of before, reveling in the beauty of their smoldering pale feathers. Bran Bal was crushed in a trice, and Kuja soared like a vengeful god cutting a swathe of judgement. Soon only the surface remained but it wasn't enough, it had to be hollowed and smashed just like Kuja, just like his ambitions and future and - and as the atmosphere was next to set ablaze, Kuja shaped some around himself as he sliced through the crust of the planet, molten chunks of the mantle exploding out and solidifying as it met the chill of space. Still not enough; not nearly enough. Kuja had to destroy more, had to stomp the pieces into space dust so there was nothing left, nothing but the void of space and the light of more stars with old screaming light that needed to be snuffed and silenced, nothing for ever more, nothing nothing nothing -
Nothing left. Nothing left of his past, nothing left for his future. Nothing left of his last pinprick of hope. Kuja stared at the console, numb with thoughts that circled but couldn't find rest. "Do I need a reason to help people?" was only met with "let's be happy here", a moral and a life and a soul made pointless for being cut short. A victory made pyrrhic by weak vacillation, by that damned boy who wouldn't back down and stole respect.
Eyes continued to stare at the wasteland, but they saw nothing.
Floor 20
On the edge of the platform into the empty space, Kuja sits, kicking his heels and heedless of the fall. Fair away from the staircases, he's hunched over, staring at the space below his feet. The note from his room is crumpled in his fist, but eventually he smooths it out and carefully folds it. Paper airship complete, he tosses it into the void, watching float downward before setting it ablaze with magic until it's reduced to ashes on the breeze.
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"Look, I ain't the best guy to cheer people up, but I could try to help if ya want, lady. I know that this tower's pretty lame, but I've been learning to make the most of it."
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Useless
"What would you suggest, then?"
Something more appealing than following the paper airship, perhaps. Wait a second...
"I'm a Lord, not a Lady."
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"O-oh shit! SHIT! Man, I am so sorry about that," he stammers, totally not losing his cool, what you mean Kanji lose his cool--he was totally losing his cool. "Y-you don't look much like a lady, I promise!"
Kanji you were terrible.
"Uh...maybe I should go..."
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"You're not the first to make that mistake. I do look very feminine, after all."
Ah, youth. How easily riled. Kuja toys with the idea of teasing him, distracted from his gloomy thoughts for the time being.
"Unless the women you know aren't feminine in the way I am."
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"Hey don't get the wrong idea, okay?! The girls I like look just fine the way they are!" Just because he had assumed Naoto was a dude first doesn't mean he couldn't judge girls or not. Oh no. Now he was thinking of Naoto and her in a feminine outfit and...
...yeap he was gone into blushingland.
I'm so sorry, Kuja is a total asshole XD;;
"I never said anything of the sort. I don't care if you don't find me attractive."
No it's the best I love it
"SCREW YOU! I ain't in any way attracted to you, you hear?! You keep saying that, and I promise I'm gonna punch your face in as flat as a pancake!"
Ohgod he was out for blood now.
pff this is the worst thread <3 (wait til he finds out kuja is hana-chan's roomie)
"How uncouth. If you're only going to threaten me, move right along."
He was not in the mood to deal with some fool's ego.
Hahaha oh god
He turned around and began to walk out, puffing in anger.
I feel so bad for Kanji - Kuja has no idea how bad his issues are XD;
Whatever. This tower must be full of others, so one grump could hardly affect Kuja if they avoided each other. Still, might as well give a warning, so he calls one last parting shot.
"But I won't hold back, either."
It's all good I live to make him suffer I mean what
Don't we all? Oops I think Kuja wants ta rrrumble
This is stupid but Kuja doesn't care. If this man is so eager for a fight, why not give him one? It isn't as if he could do any real damage. The hollowness inside is filling with the bittersweet tang of hostility and the anticipation of a battle, so Kuja stands up, turning toward his potential opponent.
"You should be frightened. You should be scraping at my feet, begging for my forgiveness."
btw I got a permissions post for how sturdy y'want Kuja to be. Otherwise a fightfight won't do much ;w;
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"I don't beg for anyone either, asshole."
That was as much of what he would say, before calmly taking out his glasses and putting them on.
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"Then you should have the strength to support that hubris."
Kuja's only preparation was to widen his stance, shifting from his usual delicate elegance to something more stable. Not that it mattered, with what he had hidden up his sleeve.
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"Cut the crap and start doing something," he warned right back, before punching the card. The bluish energy exploded and ran right throught his body, before emerging in the back, and forming Rokuten Maoh behind him. The giant Persona towered ridiculously over him.
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Kuja's taunting was cut short as the large monster appeared behind the ruffian. An eidolon? Here? For a moment Kuja didn't move, thoughts racing with the implications and contradictions: his opponent didn't have a horn and no scarring to indicate its removal, yet he was still a summoner?
His old instincts stir up, and he itches to possess it for himself, to take that power and turn it against any else who would dare turn against him. But no, he can't do that right now, he doesn't have the
reasontools."Well, Summoner, what eidolon have you called upon against a single person?"
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"The what now? That's my Persona, not an elderlion or whatever." He shook his head and cracked his knuckles together, and Rokuten mimicked his pose. "So are we doing this or not?"
Elderlion XD Not to be confused with purse owners
"Never mind. I'll give you a handicap: you can use what magic you like, and that summoned creature, and I'll rely only on physical attacks. Is that acceptable?"
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"Are you saying I can't take you on? Listen up punk cause I ain't gonna repeat myself. Senpai and the entire team took down a god. Whatever you want to use on me, I'll take it on! Win or lose, I ain't gonna let you give me a handicap. If we fight, it's with everything we've got, hear that?!"
Brave words, but very very stupid.
...That was Kanji in a nutshell.
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"If I did that, I would kill you in a trice."
Enough talk. Kuja dashed forward, using his momentum to swing a heel around and toward Kanji's knee.