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Characters: Kuja, Larsa
Progress: In-Progress
Summary: Kuja's brewing, Larsa's looking for resources
Location: Lunatic Pandora
Date: After Kuja returns from Terra, which is after meeting with Lufene
Warnings: Jealously



The trip to Terra wasn't anything that Kuja had hoped it would been. Not only was nothing done about the 'guests,' to his extent anyway, but he found out that his creator made yet another replacement for him - a woman that he despised upon laying eyes on. To say that Kuja was unhappy would be a large understatement. Kuja was livid; he was practically seeing red with how enraged he was, like his nonexistent inner child was attempting to throw a tantrum and he was holding it back as much as he could, losing the final pull in that battle.

Back at the Lunatic Pandora, no other destination in mind for him to go, on the inside he paced back and forth, negative ideas and thoughts alike stewing.

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The instant that there was another presence in his vicinity that wasn't familiar Kuja noticed. Lunatic Pandora was massive, but that didn't mean sensing an intrusion would be impossible. Already well above irate, and ready to dispose of anything for any reason, instead of sending out something to take care of the problem Kuja decided to confront it himself.

With a wisp of magic he teleported from his location to the area that may as well have been invaded, appearing behind the intruder. Clearing his throat rather loudly to gain attention he stood behind the man, not at all pleased. "What do you think you're doing?"

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The looks earned him little respect from the already ticked of sorcerer, who was a step away from summoning up harmful magical energy to aid him in ridding of this intruder. "Sir. I reside here. You do know what they said of curiosity and the cat, yes? I would've hoped you had some actual business with me... I do hate of disposing of my guests for no reason."

With a narrowed brow he glared at this person, icy blue eyes pale in his stare. "Who are you, anyway?"

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Vayne. There was a familiar name. So many people have come and gone though, so putting a face on one particular name - who was unimportant as far as he was concerned - was virtually impossible. "Larsa for short, I assume? And for now I am taking residence in this place. I have a suspicion it will only be temporary, but we'll see. It all depends on how the cards are played. And my name? Well."

He figured that Larsa may feel inclined to be alert once learning, but even if that were the case then what? Would they battle? It didn't matter. Kuja was ready and certainly in the mood to fight. "Kuja."

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"Sir Kuja won't be necessary."

Now he's suspicious of this one. "What is it you are here for, Larsa? I would assume that it is to either dispose of me or bring me to your authorities, but you haven't made any move to attack. What are your intentions, I wonder... if it is to take me down, you should have brought reinforcements."

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"So confident!" At the comment he laughed, finding Larsa's assurance in being able to defeat him so easily amusing. Even with empty arms, who's to say Larsa can't conjure up some wicked black magic on the spot? No, Kuja wasn't going to trust him just yet.

As his personal space was widened, Larsa moving away, Kuja folded his arms across his chest. Just hearing the name Cid made him scowl. "Yes." With an unusual pleasant tone, "I hate him."

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"Why? Have you met the man? Need you another reason? Oh, there's so many. For one he is incredibly rude and pompous. That sort of attitude is abhorrent."

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"Then have you no opinion yourself of the subject?"