2

[death_of_terra]

[Kuja is sitting in the middle of the woods, cross-legged, with his chin resting in his hand. Ordinarily he'd be worried about his tail, but right now it just doesn't seem worth bothering to control, and it twitches back and forth behind him in a gesture of half-hearted annoyance.]

My magic isn't working here. There must be some kind of dampening

Comments

[picori_sorcerer]

I couldn't agree more. [which is true. he vaguely knows exactly where Kuja's coming from, since Vaati is supposed to be immortal and yet somehow wound up in the afterlife as well without his magic]

[death_of_terra]

Hmm. [that noncommittal noise is what passes for agreement, and eventually Kuja glances at the crow.]

...I haven't heard this voice before. Who are you?

[picori_sorcerer]

Vaati. [he'd add his usual title of "the great demon/wind sorcerer", but really can't be bothered to for some reason] You?

[death_of_terra]

Kuja. [Likewise, Kuja leaves off the more theatrical title of 'angel of death', and doesn't even bother to be particularly arrogant when he shares his name.]

...have you been here long?

[imbalancing]

I'm sure you'll get used to life here soon.

[death_of_terra]

I certainly hope not. It is my intention to leave this listless miasma as soon as possible.

Forgive me - I'm not usually so morose. My name is Kuja.

[imbalancing]

I-I'm afraid there's no way out of here, though.

I-It's nice to meet you, Sir.

[death_of_terra]

Pity we could not have met under more pleasant circumstances.

How long have you been here, to give up hope so completely?

[i_see_death]

Most worlds are, when you look at them closely.

[death_of_terra]

All worlds have their faults, it's true, but I've yet to see a world so empty or so dull as this. It hardly deserves to be called a world at all. [He waves a hand dismissively.]

Though indecisiveness abounds, and it's not inconceivable that you all are as clueless as I am.

[i_see_death]

[shrug] Few things are truly inconceivable. Been to many worlds, have you?

[death_of_terra]

I've traveled. What of you?

[warped_genetics]

[ f-fff Kuja's a drugged cat. ehehe tail ♥ Anyway, here, have a mildly concerned Zets. ]

..Was that you making all that noise? Ah.. Well, I think everyone else who has this magic stuff can't use it either. I can't even transform as often as I used to.

[death_of_terra]

[Exactly like a drugged cat~ ♥ At least he's not rolling around on his back.]

Ah, a familiar voice. [dryly - he can't quite muster his usual theatrics] The kind one.

[warped_genetics]

[ He blinks at that-- even laziness doesn't deter Zetsurin's usual kind and worrisome nature. ]

..I'm sorry, have I done something wrong? I didn't mean to.

[death_of_terra]

Not at all. [Again, Kuja seems amused - even the swishing of his tail behind him seems less sullen and more playful, as lazy as the motions are.] Why do you think that you have wronged?

[rentawizard]

Magic doesn't work here. It's a pain in the ass, but watcha gonna do?

[Apathetic shrug]

Speaking as a sufferer of Sheolitis for the past six months or something, I think I'm pretty qualified to say no. No it's not a trick. Sucky, but not a trick.

[death_of_terra]

[belligerently, his tail twitches behind him, and he looks away.]

Hmph. Certainly I shan't resign myself with nary a fight. Six months is but a raindrop in the ocean of eternity.

OH BTW EIA, TAG ON THE COMM

[rentawizard]

Yep, but it's a pretty long time in the life of the average human being or even the average non-human, especially in such a goddamn boring place. If you want to flail around like a bug in a jar, feel free. 'S up to you if you want to waste your enery like that.

[Sits back in his favourite chair and sips coffee]

OH YEAH? WELL.... SAME TO YOU, PAL.

[death_of_terra]

You're an inspiration to the masses. [dryly]