[002]

[fallen_stage]

Characters: Kuja and whomever wants to pester him.
Setting: Different places! ;A; Various; see cuttext.
Format: Starting with action, I'll match you.
Summary: Kuja's finding it harder to readjust as usual; more discomfort arrives as he explores the full possibilities of the Tower.
Warning: Minor self-harm? Scratching. Also vomiting.

Kuja woke with a start, but the paralysis wouldn't let him leap from bed, wouldn't let him move at all, wouldn't let him breathe. Sheer panic consumes him during that time, robbing his breath further. Once he can move he sits up, sucking air into his lungs, his lungs, his trachea, his mouth, his lips. For a few moments, Kuja huddles over, hands covering his face and nails digging into his scalp. His face, his nails, his scalp, his pain. He is Kuja, he has a soul, he was from Terra, and he is not like those other guys.

From the back of his throat Kuja can feel a choking sensation, his diaphragm twitching. He knows what it is. Stumbling as he gets out of bed (thankfully dressed in his nightshirt), he ignores everyone as he rushes to the nearest bathroom, not bothering to close the stall door behind himself before dropping to his knees and getting sick.

After that awful, wretched dream, tasting his own stomach acid is almost a confirming relief

((ooc: threads for this will be first come, first serve chronologically. I'll assume Kuja remains sick for a while and others hear him from outside))

[Kuja had been coming regularly for meals, oddly unperturbed by the bland fare offered by the Tower. If he finds it unpleasant, he makes no sign; makes no sign of anything much, in fact. His face is a carefully blank face, expressive as a stone. Right now he has about a third of a bar missing on his plate, his posture one of boredom but his face clear as ever. He pokes around a crumb but isn't otherwise eating.]

[For someone so prim, Kuja seems to have no reservation about sprawling on a couch, staring out into the swirling fog. He seems to have stolenscrounged up some pants from somewhere: they're dark and ill-fitting, but there, under his White Robe. Right now Kuja is on his stomach, his face is buried in his crossed arms.]

[In the same outfit as the day before, Kuja is neatly sitting against a wall. Next to him is a thick water column of jellyfish and pufferfish and even a blue-ringed octopus. Should he really be sticking his hand in like that..?]

[Kuja must really like those pants. He's only wearing the white undershirt of his usual outfit this time around. Rather dangerous considering he seems to be fussing with some contraption, a pile of colored bottles and an assortment of dull rocks arranged on the counter around him. He seems a bit less morose this time around.]

Comments

[great_king_of_evil]

None.

[ He starts eating. Slowly, because. He's still annoyed. ]

I assume you didn't win the Labyrinth?

[ He hadn't bothered checking who won. ]

[fallen_stage]

[Kuja still plays around with the bar instead of actually eating. He should notice Ganondorf's mood, but he doesn't. Huh.]

No, a man named England did. Seeing what happened, maybe it's a good thing.

[great_king_of_evil]

England? That's a ridiculous name.

[ Ganondorf doesn't care on his end and eat. Note, the food inside the labyrinth was much better than this stuff. ]

And what happened?

[fallen_stage]

[Kuja just shrugs. He's heard stranger names.]

He got more powers than he knows what to do with. Literally: he can't keep them under control. Maybe you or I could figure something out, but he doesn't seem to have experience with such things.

[great_king_of_evil]

[ This takes a chuckles out of him. ]

I assume the fool didn't try using it against our hosts or to figure the tower out. I am not sure I'd help someone like that.

[fallen_stage]

[Now that's an interesting thing to say. It could mean many things, but if Kuja has a proper read on this man, then...]

Someone foolish enough to try a futile direct assault, especially one that cannot be sustained, is not worth helping.

[great_king_of_evil]

[ He shakes his head. Nope, not a proper read just yet Kuja. ]

It's not a matter of how he would have done. It's if he even tried. He had what the people of this tower crave for: power. Yet judging by our surrounding, he's too weak to use that power to proper deeds. He's given the opportunity to change the fate of the tower, and waste it.

[fallen_stage]

[Damn. Well, nothing he can't recover.]

You have a point. I'm not sure if a single, overpowered assault would bring about results, but we don't even know that much since he didn't try.

If only we could unite everyone with power here, then maybe... but we don't know how many personnel are in the Tower, or what countermeasures they might have in place.

[Not that Kuja really plans to make an army just yet. Those in charge could be watching, for one thing, and Kuja hasn't given up on biding his time just yet. He could wait years for an opportunity. On the other hand, he doesn't think Ganon would appreciate such a complacent plan.]

[great_king_of_evil]

I've tried uniting those with the greatest powers here, but diplomacy isn't my strong point. We have some basis, but if we are to try and further organize the movement, I will not be the one doing it.

[ Ganon would appreciate such a plan, as long as it means... Only the bad guys. No good guys even if they're damn powerful. Unless they're somehow made Evil. One isn't called King of Evil for no reasons. ]

[fallen_stage]

Someone must, at least. The events of the maze have turned everyone against those in control of the Tower. If we strike now, then we could draw the lines between them and us residents.

[Yeah Kuja has no such alignment loyalties. The priority was to wrest control, not to divide themselves according to politics. That could be saved for later.]

[great_king_of_evil]

If you think you can be more successful, be my guest.

[ With his sense of fashion and all, Kuja could make it pretty well. ]

[fallen_stage]

I do. But I will require time.

[And now Kuja could slip into both factions and those in between. Of course he'd try to unite them, but if not, Kuja could play them off each other.]