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Characters: Vayne Solidor, Kuja
Progress: Ongoing
Summary: How to make tools of war with Mist 101
Location: Troia
Date: One week after this
Warnings: None



At the tip of the Forgotten Continent lay Troia. Never before had Kuja walked into a place like this. It was surprising enough that, in comparison to his assumed knowledge of the world map, the city itself existed. The guards were women. The soldiers were women. Even the shopkeepers were women. Immediately he decided as soon as this meeting was over he would be leaving. Even if the local were friendly to him, the environment was not fitting.

Instead of going out and wandering around town for a face he didn't even know, a call was made. It would have been best for Vayne to come to him, after all. Avoiding what's called the Chocobo Nursery and the King's Bounty Pub, he settled down at the inn while he waited. Hardly appropriate, quaint and dull as it was, but it'll do. With the device in hand he sent a message consisting of text to Vayne.

Vayne, I have arrived and am waiting in Troia at the inn. It is regrettable that your business had to be held here. Arrive quickly so we can re-locate for the performance.

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[dynast-king.livejournal.com]

Vayne received the message and snorted at it. Someone else who found this town little more than a hub for peasants. Hardly anything to match the grandeur of his own Archades. Still, a conquest was a conquest, which emboldened him to continue with his plans.

Upon his arrival at the inn, his company was easy to locate. All others bore the distinct appearance of provincial, whereas this other stood out. His taste in attire was questionable at best, but this was perhaps for the best. "Kuja, is it not?"

[dark0messenger.livejournal.com]

For someone who fancied himself being catered to like royalty, Vayne took far too long for his liking. But nevertheless when he appeared Kuja put on a façade and smiled warm, pleasantly, deceivingly. “Vayne Solidor. I am glad that you have made it.”

When he stood, if Vayne thought that his wears were atrocious by any means, he would be viewing further proof to that claim. Stands of hair that rolled down his front during movement were flipped over, joining the rest of the mane. “Do you have a location in mind we could go to?” It was obvious he didn’t want to remain here. The stage must be set elsewhere.

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"Indeed. I have taken residence within the castle," he replied stoically, not at all impressed with the man's clothing or hair. He thought at once that these tools had best be of good use or he would be inclined to punch that feminine face in before ending his life. "Will that be adequate, or does your demonstration require more space?"

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“Within the castle,” he repeated, a callow chuckle to follow. “If you don’t mind seeing it torn down, it is appropriate. We are talking about tools of war here, bent on destruction and chaos.” As much as he would not have minded witnessing a Mistodon go crashing through walls and guards alike, that act would bring about undesirable consequences, namely too much attention. “If it is your desire to see terror reign the castle would be perfect. I’m merely here for the presentation. It is you who will be using it as you please. You or your comrade, if I remember correctly. What are your intentions once you possess this knowledge? I’m sure you understand the reason behind my asking.”

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"I see. I had thought we were talking a smaller tool with smaller range. Very well then. Perhaps we should adjourn outside of the city. Will you require targets or have you brought them?" He motioned to the door, inviting the man to leave first, before answering the other questions. "There are certain undesirables who are a detriment to the peace and security of the lands I am responsible for. Pirates as well. The sooner they are eliminated, the better."

And were he particularly lucky, they would remove headaches such as the Marquis and the shrew.

[dark0messenger.livejournal.com]

They could have witnessed what the tinier instruments were capable of, but that might bring about undesirable consequences to the environment. And if, as Vayne had described, they’d be used for something as petty as establishing peace throughout the land, Kuja had little desire to even do business in the first place. But plans could always be changed, even if it means he had to toss in a bit of deceit. It was his hope that Vayne would have used the tools for destruction. How disappointing.

“Though small, they’re capable of making quite the mess. I doubt you would want the castle in which you reside to see that kind of damage.”

Acknowledging him with a glance, Kuja gladly left the inn and proceeded to follow Vayne wherever it was he decided to go.