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towerofanimus2012-07-05 02:37 am
fallen_stage) wrote in towerofanimus2012-07-05 02:37 am
Entry tags:
[003]
Characters: Kuja, Zidane, and YOU
Setting: Floor 2 (infirmary), Floor 14 (media room), Floor 18 (study room), Floor 22 (art gallery), Floor 26 (morgue)
Format: Starting with prose, will match
Summary: Kuja meets with his brother for a chat; Kuja gets stuck; Kuja around the Tower in general.
Warnings: Claustrophobia in the morgue.
After speaking with Zidane over the network, Kuja immediately made his way to the media room. Although he browsed through the selection, he did so without real interest. He was here to have a little chat, not settle down with a story. Maybe later.
The morgue was an unusual and out of place location. What point was there to a morgue where the dead never remained so? Kuja looked through some of the cabinets, and while he did find a few remains, they were utterly unfamiliar, without any identifying markers. Most of them were empty, as if built for a higher death count... In one he thought he saw a glimmer, but to go headfirst into a dark, narrow place was foolish. Instead, he tried to fish it out with magic, and when that didn't work, he braced himself on the shelf to reach the object with his foot.
Immediately the drawer slammed closed with a heavy click. Kuja pressed against the door, but nothing happened, not even when he rammed against it. His heart started pounding in the stifling space, but he couldn't panic.
"Hello? Help! I'm in here!"
Kuja resisted the impulse to also shout 'I'm not dead'. The scent of cold metal and preservative filled his head but that didn't mean he had to lose it entirely. Someone would come by. Eventually. In the meantime, Kuja summoned some fire, for light since the metal didn't melt in the slightest.
After all that nonsense, Kuja just wanted to relax. What better way than with a book? Some might not think a medical text wasn't very engaging, especially one focusing on chemistry, but Kuja liked it. The text reminded him of the countless hours studying in his youth, learning how magic could affect and shape the body.
Now, if only the ghostly whispers would stop. At first Kuja tried to decipher the words, but every time he listened, the noise was just this side of unintelligible. So, like with many minor annoyances, Kuja ignored it. The warm, wet air stirring at his neck was harder to ignore, but he could manage it well enough.
With all of the changes in the recent pod situation, Kuja decided to take the next step in his education on more mundane methods of medicine. He had the book from the library with him, and he was checking the information against the stock available in the infirmary.
Setting: Floor 2 (infirmary), Floor 14 (media room), Floor 18 (study room), Floor 22 (art gallery), Floor 26 (morgue)
Format: Starting with prose, will match
Summary: Kuja meets with his brother for a chat; Kuja gets stuck; Kuja around the Tower in general.
Warnings: Claustrophobia in the morgue.
After speaking with Zidane over the network, Kuja immediately made his way to the media room. Although he browsed through the selection, he did so without real interest. He was here to have a little chat, not settle down with a story. Maybe later.
The morgue was an unusual and out of place location. What point was there to a morgue where the dead never remained so? Kuja looked through some of the cabinets, and while he did find a few remains, they were utterly unfamiliar, without any identifying markers. Most of them were empty, as if built for a higher death count... In one he thought he saw a glimmer, but to go headfirst into a dark, narrow place was foolish. Instead, he tried to fish it out with magic, and when that didn't work, he braced himself on the shelf to reach the object with his foot.
Immediately the drawer slammed closed with a heavy click. Kuja pressed against the door, but nothing happened, not even when he rammed against it. His heart started pounding in the stifling space, but he couldn't panic.
"Hello? Help! I'm in here!"
Kuja resisted the impulse to also shout 'I'm not dead'. The scent of cold metal and preservative filled his head but that didn't mean he had to lose it entirely. Someone would come by. Eventually. In the meantime, Kuja summoned some fire, for light since the metal didn't melt in the slightest.
After all that nonsense, Kuja just wanted to relax. What better way than with a book? Some might not think a medical text wasn't very engaging, especially one focusing on chemistry, but Kuja liked it. The text reminded him of the countless hours studying in his youth, learning how magic could affect and shape the body.
Now, if only the ghostly whispers would stop. At first Kuja tried to decipher the words, but every time he listened, the noise was just this side of unintelligible. So, like with many minor annoyances, Kuja ignored it. The warm, wet air stirring at his neck was harder to ignore, but he could manage it well enough.
With all of the changes in the recent pod situation, Kuja decided to take the next step in his education on more mundane methods of medicine. He had the book from the library with him, and he was checking the information against the stock available in the infirmary.
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This time, however, Kuja had no such wicked machinations, instead seeking out Zidane as well.
"Hello Zidane. Pleasant to see you as always."
His brother was not one to be fooled with sweet words.
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"Yeah, it's--good to see you, too." Maybe Kuja could be insincere, but there was no reason not to be polite back, right? "You doing okay?" He did care about what happened to him, although he wasn't sure whether Kuja felt the same way about him.
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A polite fabrication, because Kuja isn't keen on having a little heart-to-heart; too reminiscent of deathbed confessions. Better to change the subject.
"So how did the Genomes react on Gaia? How long did it take them?"
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"Oh, uh, not long." There's an awkwardness in this subject as well. "I had to go right after they got settled in. Go fight you is what he doesn't say. "They were starting to fit in and talk with the mages already. That's all I know."
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"Then it wasn't anything I did, but rather Gaia."