3 - RETURN!

[death_of_terra]

[The view through the crow is somewhat distant - Kuja's bird is wary of him - but it looks a little bit like there's a nude man (albeit a man with some very confusing hips) hovering in one of the trees. The bird is ABOVE and behind him, so thankfully no naughty bits can be seen, but the presence of a limp, lightly furred tail hanging behind him

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[ladysharptongue]

[Well, that scream caught Beatrice's attention. She looks into the crow's eye, offhandedly at first (people yelling gets old), then her eyes widen in horror and she almost stumbles back a step, because OMFG WHUT this is not good.]

God's wounds, Kuja?!

[death_of_terra]

[Kuja has broken off the long ends of the stick and is trying to decide which way to pull it; at Beatrice's voice he goes rigid - then whirls on the crow, his usual calm face twisted in rage.]

DON'T LOOK AT ME!

[I isn't really clear whether he's talking to Beatrice or the crow; either way, the crow squawks, shuffles, and stops transmitting.]

[ladysharptongue]

[As if that would stop her. He can outburst all he wants, he's one of Beatrice's few friends here which means, like it or not, he's getting a hand.]

[Mutters unhappily]

Oh, thou ingrate, thou thrice-accursed fool, thou simian prattler...

[HEADING INTO THE WOODS NOW KTHX she's pretty sure she knows where you are anyway]

[death_of_terra]

[Really, is not expecting anyone to come looking for him, so now that the crow has stopped broadcasting to Beatrice and isn't looking at him, he settles his bum on his heels and directs most of his attention to removing wood from his person.]

[i_see_death]

[...Huh. Now, there's one you don't see every day. Joshua watches with mild interest as Kuja sets about de-impaling himself.]

My, my. How'd that happen?

[death_of_terra]

[After his outburst at the crow/Beatrice, he's calmed down somewhat, and his face is more or less impassive except for a furrow in the middle of his brows (and his treacherous tail, still flicking back and forth behind him in anger.]

[calmly] Undoubtedly someone thinks themselves clever.

[i_see_death]

Hm. [Tilts his head thoughtfully] No idea who?

[death_of_terra]

[After his explosion at Beatrice, the crow is looking away, so the shot is just of the surrounding trees and Kuja's voice drifts up from below.]

There are many children here, overly-enamored with themselves. [dryly] And I doubt I have made the most fetching impression with most of them. It is not in my nature to pander to - [a grunt, a kind of gross 'squeege' sound, and then the blood-slicked stick goes flying away through the crow's view, hurled with considerable force] - fools and insects.