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[dark0messenger.livejournal.com]

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]

"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.