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He flitted between the crowds like a silver hummingbird in the moonlight. There were women in silken dresses, men with their hair tied back. There were glittering lights, champagne glasses, and talk of wealth and power and all manner of beautiful things.
Kuja was, himself, beautiful. He had shed his usual armor for something more delicate. He wore a skirt that touched low on his hips, wrapped around him and slid up both sides so that a single piece hung like a veil in front. Violet fabric swirled about him in a half-transparent shroud in shimmering water. His midriff was, as ever, exposed. Jewelry arced over it, hung from a top laced with shining beads. His skirt was likewise decorated, and in the lights of the crystal chandeliers, he glimmered.
”May I?” Kuja extended a delicate hand towards a servant carrying a platter of champagne flutes. He smiled and took it by the stem, sipping lightly. His makeup was flawless. His nails, sharp. He wore a thick shimmering bracelet at his wrist, and his hair was half-pulled in ornate braids. His mask was sharply angled and inlaid with violet and gold half extended in a kind of feathered wing. His own feathers mingled within them.
Anonymity. The theme set a fire within him. It brought to mind tragic romance and noble heartbreak. It was like something out of a play, and he would be its player. Tragedy. Comedy. The resolution was yet to be written.
”I’m a sorcerer by trade, and a merchant of charmed items.” Kuja tilted his head and smiled at a woman in blue. ”Perhaps I could interest you?”
She blushed as their eyes met and looked away, smiling nervously. ”Oh! Well I...Well, I suppose…”
Kuja brought his hand to his lips and laughed lightly. ”This is a night of beauty. I wouldn’t be so vulgar.” His eyes flitted to hers. ”Have you any experience with nobility?”
”Me? No no. My father’s a banker.”
”Oh? You had an air of noble blood.” Kuja pushed a strand of loose hair back into place. ”My mistake.”
She laughed and apologized and thanked him, cheeks burning. Kuja hummed along and waited to excuse himself at the first opportunity. He had no time for the powerless.
He drifted away to other crowds and stopped at the edge of the dance floor. Men and women waltzed in pairs, and he watched them, eyes bright. He had missed this. He had needed this after his affairs with Zidane and that hideous witch. Here, he was in his element. Here, he was-
There was a shuffle, a cry, and something thrust towards him.
Kuja raised a hand without turning to it, capturing it in an ethereal glow. A silver platter hung in suspended motion, its glasses tilted at unnatural angles. A waiter blinked at him stupidly as he lowered his offending hand. Kuja shot him a sharp look, but before he could say anything, he noticed the eyes on his back.
The crowds had gone quiet. They turned to him now, watching his magic with something like awe. The plate was still seized by his magic, frozen in midair. Kuja glanced from the spell to the people and cast them a smile. ”Magic,” he explained before he tilted the platter flat with his finger. The glasses fell in line, and he hovered the thing back to the servant, a fire flashing in his eyes before he cooled it and said, ”Perhaps you could try at competence?”
The waiter nodded feverishly, apologizing in a jumped rush of words before he fled. Kuja watched him coolly. He was, as always, surrounded by idiots.
Larsa could not help but think this invitation to the Masquerade ball be rather suspicious. He was not of Zephon, and yes he did play a role in aiding the people in the attack who's assailant was still unknown to the young lord, he still found it odd that he was summoned. Despite how he felt about it, Larsa still attended the event, appearing in his outfit, mask and with invitation in hand. He quickly showed his invitation to the guards posted out front, and allowed him to enter. His mask perfectly covered his face, glowing in the light from the ballroom. His mask was rather eccentric, however he liked the simplicity of it.
The mask had three pointed end that stuck out above his right eye, slightly going over his head. His mask also perfectly matched his attire. He wore a white fancy suit that had gold buttons going down the center. His pants were also white along with his cape and shoes. The store clerk was actually surprised that a boy at his age could pay for such clothing. However, Larsa always made sure to have plenty of currency on him. The young lord had seen people dancing together while there were others whom which were tending to their need to eat as well as those who were having their fill with ale and other forms of Alcohol. Larsa had no one to dance with, so he had chosen the other latter and had began to gather food. The place was plenty spacious and even had table for people to sit at and eat. He had sat at a small table as he had seen something unfold before him as he ate his meal. A waiter had mistakenly bumped into someone almost knocking everything off the silver platter he had been holding. However nothing had managed to hit the floor. A man had used what appeared to be Magick of some form or other. He had silver long hair and dawn an outfit that resembled his own grace with his magic.
Larsa had then heard him say to the waiter,”Perhaps you could try at competence?” he said in the form of a question. The way had said that was rather uncalled for, though it may have been truthful. It was then spoke from behind the silver haired man, still seated at his table. "I don't mean to show you ill will, but perhaps you should try yourself at manners," Larsa said to him, looking at him from his table. He knew his words were not needed and yes, the waiter should have been paying more attention but that did not excuse him for being in the wrong. Even though he was facing the other direction, Larsa could see the mask he had on from where he was sitting which meant he was a guest, just like the young lord and everyone else in attendance.
Some had begun to his direction at him speaking up in accordance to what had transpired. "Pray forgive my intrusion. However, you are guest just like I and the others around you. Such manners towards even a waiter is uncalled for. Tis why the host should say such things to said waiter in their stead, am I wrong?" Larsa had asked. He had been taught such things in Archades when it came to formal festivities such as this. For one to act in such a manner without having authority to do so was rude in its own merit. As he finished speaking once more, people had began to go about their own business as usual while the Silver haired gentleman had probably now set his attention to the young Solidor. It was clear he was speaking in terms of Nobility. After all, he was Nobility where he came from. Anyone who had an acknowledgeable mind could see it. Larsa had come to terms that it would be rather pointless to hide it now, given the fact his status here in Zephon had no power over people. He was a simple traveler now in terms of technicality.
Final Fantasy IX
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Fin
Peace is but a shadow of death, desperate to forget its painful past.
"I don't mean to show you ill will, but perhaps you should try yourself at manners?"
Kuja paused. He had not intended himself to be heard -- or at least if heard, he had not expected any of the nobility to object. He might have thought it a rebuke from one of the other waitstaff if it hadn’t been for the tone. Kuja knew the cadences of the upper classes well. He’d learned it as a third language.
”Pardon me. It seems my tongue sharpened of its own accord.” Kuja crossed his arms and turned to face his accuser. It was a young boy who met him (he could have guessed from the voice though he knew better than anyone that voices could be deceiving) and Kuja disliked him instantly. He thought it was the eyes. Here was a child with his head held high, practically beaming with self-righteousness. He was highborn -- that was clear enough -- but from his clothes it seemed he didn’t care to flaunt it. He wore a loose tunic with high boots and a simple white shirt underneath.
It seemed he didn’t care much for the formal aesthetics. Extravagance was simply lost on him.
”No,” he said. ”Though I’ve never been one to leave my business in the hands of others.”Unless he was the one pulling the strings, of course.”You wouldn’t happen to know our host, would you? He’s yet to grace us with his presence.” Kuja sipped at his champagne. It met his lips with a pleasant bubble. Light, airy with hints of oak. He supposed it would do.
”Apparently it changes from year to year. And this year they’ve chosen obscurity.” Another sip. He’d speak with the boy no longer than was necessary. Once he was certain to gain nothing more, he’d move to more intriguing company. ”Perhaps they’re merely taken to dramatics.”
Larsa had listened to the gentleman with silver hair speak; his eyes still showing the distaste of what he had done. Although it was slightly calmer than before. The young lord didn't like people who did such things to people. Being a firm believer in co-existence showed that. Most people born from nobility wouldn't care about anyone but themselves but he was different. He had been taught to show people common courtesy, even if someone was indeed in the wrong, like this gentleman standing before him. When he apologized, it didn't seem legitimate to the young lord, however at least it was said. After the silver haired man spoke once more, explaining himself, Larsa had then spoke. "I presumed as much by how you had spoke." he briefly commented.
"As for the host, no I do not know him. I'm not from Toresten." Larsa had said, and judging by the silver haired man's choice of words, Larsa began to presume the same thing about him as well. Why else would he say such a statement if he were from here? Larsa had known that there were people from completely different realms like him, but he had not known how or why this had happened. There was a possibility it was connected somehow, but the young lord had no such evidence to prove such a theory could be true. A moment later, it appeared that the silver-haired gentleman did not want to speak with the young lord anymore. Honestly, the young lord felt the same. That gentlemen sort of reminds me of Balthier ... Except the sky pirate is rather tolerable than him, the young lord thought to himself. This man seemed to show no compassion for other people. Larsa felt that it was quite a shame too, given the fact the man had rather keen intellect.
