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“Did I not? You have chosen your name for me already mortal.” //A small smile curled up his cheek as his brow raise for a second//
“Then… Eidolon it is,” lips twitched upward into a smile as well. He would not appear weak before this god. “Is there an element that you associate yourself with? I am merely curious— these things fascinate me so.”
“Once, yes. I was proficient in poisons and status ailments.” //His grin widened//
A soft laugh passed his lips— that must have been the smell. “So you have retired that power? Mm, quite a shame, that would have come in handy.”
The insult rewarded the subtle twitch of an eye, Kuja’s expression unchanging besides that. This girl was pushing it, the genome using everything in his power to keep from choking her scrawny neck. It wouldn’t mean anything, anyway— she wasn’t worth it.
“Touche,” Kuja admitted, eyes narrowing ever so slightly, but enough to change his expression, “in a war of words, you’d probably make it to the front lines. What’s your name, brat?”
Mel let her own expression fall flat, although the man’s comment had her smiling inwardly. Huh. It was meant to be a compliment, right? No matter — at least now the guy seemed to know just what he was dealing with. She took a step back, deciding to give him space and lower her irritable defenses, at least long enough to give him the information he wanted.
“Melanie,” she said. “And you?”
Kuja would not deny that he had some respect for a girl that talked back— although it boiled his blood and was quite an annoyance, the man could let his demeanor slip if only for a second to show that he was impressed. Rolling his shoulders, the reaper let out a small hum, refusing to crack a smile.
“Kuja,” he replied dryly, crossing his arms. “Do you live down here, child?”
(Source: obviouslymelanie, via obviouslymelanie)
“Did I not? You have chosen your name for me already mortal.” //A small smile curled up his cheek as his brow raise for a second//
“Then… Eidolon it is,” lips twitched upward into a smile as well. He would not appear weak before this god. “Is there an element that you associate yourself with? I am merely curious— these things fascinate me so.”
(Source: reapersong)
His shift in expression relaxed her, though she made note to be careful what she said. There was one she had past experience with whose mood would shift on a word, as well, though she hoped the only this this man and that man had in common was magic.
“It’s Terra,” she answered just as softly as before. She thought she should ask for his name, as well, but her wariness kept her silent.
A small nod— her reservations to socializing calmed the atmosphere. It seemed hard for him to suddenly speak, as the words came to a stand still, but Kuja still wanted to. Wanted to— he was so used to conversing with his loud brother that speaking with the young Terra seemed refreshing. The silver haired youth was almost reminded of Mikoto…
“Kuja,” he returned, unsure of where else to direct the conversation. His voice lightened in tone as he crossed his arms and continued. “You seem to have a lot of magic in you, if you don’t mind me noticing. It’s nice to see another magic caster besides myself.”
She’d expected him to ask something akin to that, knowing that he could probably sense her magic just as well as she could sense his. She considered his tone, unable to relate it to how Kefka, or anyone else that had been affiliated with the empire, for that matter, used to speak to her. She released the breath she hadn’t noticed she’d been holding; the fear of being exploited for her powers was still so great, even after all this time.
“I suppose I do,” she said, glancing up at him. “A lot of people have told me, but there aren’t many people like me where I come from, so I don’t really know what would be considered normal potential.”
“Potential?” He quirked a brow, pursing his lips. This struck something in him, the man turning with the flick of an annoyed wrist in response. “You speak as though your magic is for others rather than yourself.”
It was true, the idea of being used was a painful reminder of how he had spent most of his life trying to please a man who could never be pleased. Kuja would have no more of that— he had his own free will now. Turning back to the girl, he tried to smile in order to regain his composure.
“Right… where I come from, the entire world seems to have magic,” where did he come from? Terra? Gaia? Both were magical places. “It is not a strange thing to myself.”
The remark caused the pit of his stomach to turn, suddenly annoyed by the man’s attitude. To look down on him— who did this man think he was?
“Then let’s cut the conversation short,” Kuja snapped in response, growing tired of idle banter, “you seem inhuman— tell me why.”
“Hm?” So this kid could sense the Farplane? Curious. Any normal person wouldn’t be able to sense the difference between the living and the dead. So what does that make him?
“I’m unsent, a ghost rather.” He gave the other a curious stare. “But for you to have the ability to sense such a thing means you’re not entirely human yourself, are you?”
A ghost? Kuja’s blood ran cold, heart beating in his ears. The words of Garland echoed in his ears, the words that predicted what could be his inevitable death. Yet this person seemed to transcend it, even walk among the living and appear living himself…
“I’m… something you probably have never heard of. Now, tell me, how did you come to be a ghost that appears so living? How did you manage to escape death itself?”
He watched as the boy’s face drained of color. I must’ve struck a nerve. But how though? Surely the kid wasn’t afraid of the dead, so maybe of death itself? It seemed death was a popular topic these days. Of course, it was only natural to fear the absolute end. It was inevitable; even for Auron. Though it would appear he’d gotten an extension on his time, something he was still getting used to.
“Escape? On the contrary, I lost an impossible battle with death. I’m only here because I refused to give up so easily. I will join the afterlife when I see fit and have fulfilled my duties.”
“Refuse to give up…” Kuja could feel his breath grow shallow, trying to breathe. The will to live, being so strong, that it fought off the threat of death itself. He had heard these words from his brat of a brother, remembering Zidane’s fight to live when everything seemed so hopeless.
“Then the will to live is more amazing then I thought,” the genome mused, watching the space ahead of him, “what kept you here, Auron? What was so important that you couldn’t give up?”
(via thefallenronin)
“Insect,” huh? This guy was really proving to be the epitome of everything Mel hated about first class citizens. In fact, he was so far on the extreme side of the spectrum, he was practically dangling by his pretty fingernails.
Whatever. She dealt with bar crawlers on a regular basis; some prim pretty boy wasn’t about to intimidate her.
Mel stood her ground, staring up into his face, watching with envy at the way those perfectly silver — or were they purple? — bangs fell on his cheeks. Couldn’t she just admit she was bitter and save herself an ass kicking?
“Well as a bug, I don’t need some fathead stomping around.”
Evidently not.
The insult rewarded the subtle twitch of an eye, Kuja’s expression unchanging besides that. This girl was pushing it, the genome using everything in his power to keep from choking her scrawny neck. It wouldn’t mean anything, anyway— she wasn’t worth it.
“Touche,” Kuja admitted, eyes narrowing ever so slightly, but enough to change his expression, “in a war of words, you’d probably make it to the front lines. What’s your name, brat?”
(Source: obviouslymelanie, via obviouslymelanie)
Annoying?
You never were good with your words!! Hmp— I’m fine, thanks for asking!!
Need I remind you as well, you are to refer to me as The Emperor and nothing more. I cannot say which banter is worse. You or the harlequin.
Do not compare me to that half-baked clown!! I am a proud magician, EMPEROR, and I feel I should get some respect!!
“I see…” It seemed the reaper could not harnass such power— such a shame. Who would let such a creature go? A fool, they were. The god’s happiness meant nothing to him… but Kuja could play along. He was an actor, after all.
“What a good thing, then, that you are your own being,” this said with a sly smile. “You should tell me of your friends. I’m always looking for… friends of my own, you see.”
//He chuckled to himself// “An offer I would comply to one so eager and with such a beautiful tongue. A tongue I would admire if it wasn’t as forked as it appears.”
A quick glance upwards, and a furrowed brow. This was not one to take lightly… obviously the senses of this creature were enough to see past sugar coated words.
“You never told me your name, Eidolon.” His voice cut like a knife, clearly defensive.
Terra jumped a little when he addressed her, startled by his tone. “Nothing! I was just, um…admiring your…hair,” she answered quickly, her voice growing quieter with each word.
The quietness in her voice did seem to release the edge from his form, the man’s expression softening. She appeared to be so fragile, like a dove, that Kuja couldn’t allow her to break. After all, it would be quite the shame to hurt someone with such magical prowess.
His smile seemed to appear smoothly and with little effort.
“My hair? Thank you for the compliment, I appreciate the flattery,” the genome moved in, the magic that corroded the air around her growing stronger. “What’s your name?”
His shift in expression relaxed her, though she made note to be careful what she said. There was one she had past experience with whose mood would shift on a word, as well, though she hoped the only this this man and that man had in common was magic.
“It’s Terra,” she answered just as softly as before. She thought she should ask for his name, as well, but her wariness kept her silent.
A small nod— her reservations to socializing calmed the atmosphere. It seemed hard for him to suddenly speak, as the words came to a stand still, but Kuja still wanted to. Wanted to— he was so used to conversing with his loud brother that speaking with the young Terra seemed refreshing. The silver haired youth was almost reminded of Mikoto…
“Kuja,” he returned, unsure of where else to direct the conversation. His voice lightened in tone as he crossed his arms and continued. “You seem to have a lot of magic in you, if you don’t mind me noticing. It’s nice to see another magic caster besides myself.”
