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”Hm?” Kuja raised an eyebrow, but the moment had quickly passed and then they were exchanging money and Mikoto had already padded away. He waited, arms crossed and head slightly tilted as he considered the sky. ’The value of life?’ He supposed it did have a certain value at least in terms of spiritual currency. That was certainly true to both Garland and, he supposed, Mikoto. It was, in fact, the reason they were in conflict with them.
But what did she mean when she said that? It could only be the colloquial sense. ’Your life has value as every life does.’ How quaint.
Mikoto milled between the stalls and the vendors, eventually stopping at what looked like an ice box. She waited in line, tail swaying slowly. She wasn’t at ease, exactly, but she didn’t look particularly nervous either. Then again, her emotions were stunted, weren’t they? It was hard to say exactly what she was feeling.
And Kuja found that he didn’t particularly care enough to guess.
She pointed at something in the freezer. Gil changed hands, and then she returned with a mysterious, paper wrapped stick in both hands. She held one out for him. Some kind of frozen treat, it seemed, with a cartoon chocobo printed on the wrapping. It waved at him with a yellow wing, eyes over-rounded and beak opened in a kind of avian smile.
He watched it coolly, letting the silence stretch between them. Then he took it. She’d paid with his money, hadn’t she?
With the exchange made, Mikoto started towards a bench, perching on the edge with her legs and tail folded beneath her. Kuja drifted some ways behind, lingering near the bench without bothering to sit. The ice cream emanated a cold chill as he held it, and there was that chocobo and its manufactured smile. This was meant for children. Stupid children. Gaian children. Mikoto unwrapped her bar and stared at it. It was pink with a candied red ball attached to the top. He had no idea what it was supposed to be.
Mikoto looked slightly disturbed. ”Why do they shape sustenance into inaccurate representations of these creatures?” she asked. Was it supposed to be a moogle? If it was, it was offensive.
”It’s meant to sell money,” Kuja said with a shrug. ”Why should they worry what it looks like?” Not everyone had the same eye for detail as Kuja. In fact, most of them couldn’t have cared less. Kuja felt a sense of dread as he eyed his own ice cream stick. That chocobo waved at him. Ominously. Kuja steeled himself, pinched the paper between his nails, and unwrapped it.
It was hideous.
Words could not describe the abomination that greeted him beneath that wrapper. It was vaguely rounded, vaguely yellow, vaguely orange. The shape didn’t so much resemble a bird as a skull with its hollow blobs of discolored eye sockets and an open half-circle mouth. Hard candies had been dropped half-hazardly where he thought the pupils were supposed to be. They stared off in opposite directions.
Kuja gave it a flat look. Not quite disgust. Not quite irritation. It took him some time, in fact, to process exactly what he was seeing. Mikoto had already bitten into her horrifying approximation of a moogle. Kuja shoved his own into his mouth. Lemon.
”Are you satisfied?” Kuja asked. He sucked on it moodily, one hand grasping the stick like a cigarette. He felt his lipstick smudge on the melting ice.
His mood had not improved.
”Next should be thunder,” he said. ”I know they were selling those at the front. And white magic doesn’t appear to be on the table. I can’t imagine why.” Unless they repeatedly gave them something to heal. ’Gather around, children! Why don’t you heal the puppy’s leg before we break it again!’
Kuja lowered his ice cream stick. The colors ran into each other now and yellow dripped down the thing’s hollow eyes. It was horrifying, but at least it had an excuse. ”Do you think you’re learning anything?”
Kuja[break] Kuja: "What did you learn today?" [break]Mikoto: -takes a deep breath-
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Kuja did not move as she offered him the frozen treat. She felt the cold biting into her fingers, her unwavering gaze never leaving his own cool scrutiny. For a second, she wondered if his fated time had come for him to stop working. She had seen it happen many times in Black Mage Village where their eyes suddenly just faded out and they simply folded over in immobility. .
[break][break] Then he stirred and took the offering from her. She felt relieved.
[break][break] He did not take a seat and instead hovered near. She looked up at him as she bit into her ice cream. The cold bit into her teeth and she felt pain take over her eye and forehead. Apparently the Zephon people liked their nutrition to stab them coldly in the eye. She closed one eye to try to quell the hurt and pulled the bar away to stare at it. “If it was more visually accurate, wouldn’t it sell more? Or maybe their optical sensors are flawed enough to not see the difference.” Quina had created better things using resources they stole from the humans in a shorter time span.
[break][break] Her eyes wandered to Kuja’s own ice cream and she realized it looked like nothing like a chocobo. Is this what Bobby Corwen’s parents looked like before they took the egg to hatch? It sent a shock down her spine to think about. Kuja seemed unsure himself what to make of it, though it seemed he did not expect much out of these humans. “I am satisfied.” Even if it was visually displeasing, the taste was not terrible. The cool vanilla and cherry flavors lowered her internal temperature as well. There was satisfaction in eating it, as the sugar seemed to light up her cheeks and eyes.
[break][break] With her brain freeze lifted, she continued to eat the ice cream bar. She was happy for a break after recently draining herself. He began speaking of what could be expected to be next and what the park lacked. “What should be felt for thunder? What can I do to ameliorate?” She asked, having a feeling she was going to have difficulty with the next task. Her own ice cream was running together and becoming a pink blob. Is this how Quina was formed by its creator?
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Her eyes looked up at him as he asked if she learned anything. She wondered if he met what she learned from the park or with all the tasks he set her upon. “Your tasks taught me much.” Her feet swayed for a moment as she looked at the ground in thought. “With your teaching and my practicing more, my magic will improve. It already has.” He hadn’t explained this control to her, but she already did better than her first demonstration in the forest.
[break][break] “And I learned how stores work and how to barter.” She could already feel the swelling of so many topics she wanted to share. The topics swarmed and she was unable to pull a specific one. But since she mentioned bartering, “The woman who helped me said she would be happy if we went to her play. They have two they change out in the evenings.” Jessie said they were a traveling troupe, which was similar to what Zidane did, wasn’t it? “She also helped me pick out ribbons for my tail. I found something for your tail too.” Though she awkwardly hesitated to offer it with both their hands full of melting ice cream, which her eyes fell back upon.
Their topic mercifully shifted back to practical matters. When speaking of magic, Kuja could almost forget the sheer indignity of his situation -- at a children’s play park, surrounded by their immature shrieking as he worked his way through a mediocre lemon pop. He couldn’t say it was the most unpleasant time he’d ever had. Even among high society, his patience had been tested under far higher stakes by the queen’s court and, of course, by the queen herself. Still, it wasn’t exactly his idea of a good time.
”Thunder is an element of precision and power. Like every form of black magic, it comes with the intent to harm. I consider it a sharper element. While fire and ice stem from a kind of emotional instinct, thunder is highly deliberate.” Kuja brought the iced abomination back to his lips. The taste was growing stale.
”Lightning strikes with pinpoint accuracy. Such, it’s a more premeditated magic. Like murder.” Kuja’s lips twitched. There was a reason that he favored the thunder element above all others.
”You should have an easier time with it.” Kuja shrugged. ”It’s logical. Even if you’ve never wanted someone dead.” Funny, was there a time when he hadn’t? He supposed there must have been. He couldn’t remember.
She told him everything she’d learned. Apparently she’d had quite the day. He wasn’t sure what he felt about that -- if anything at all. Every step she took towards becoming an independent person was one step closer to her leaving him alone. Or his responsibility leaving his hands, he supposed.
Was that what he felt for her? Responsibility? He brooded over his ice cream.
”That’s nice.” Maybe he would go to this play, but he hardly wanted her to know that. If he showed enthusiasm for her life then she’d take that as a sign of encouragement. Maybe he felt something for his Terran successor -- maybe -- but that started and ended with her basic wellbeing. It was a feeling he’d entirely lacked with Zidane. Then again, Mikoto wasn’t about to replace him.
Funny, the difference that made.
”For me?” Kuja’s eyebrows raised. Apparently she was already encouraged -- at least enough to buy him a gift with his own money. Then again, she looked hesitant to actually give it to him. Maybe she sensed that he’d likely be disappointed. That instinct was almost certainly correct.
”Well? Where is it?” Out of everything she could have brought him, why a ribbon? He might have had some use for makeup or perfume or even something to put in his hair, but he had no desire to decorate his tail. In fact, it was far better that he draw no attention to it at all. She must have been stupid to think otherwise.
Kuja [break]Kuja thinks murder is logical.[break] And Mikoto is just 'That's cool. Here's something pretty for you'. LOL
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She silently listened to his explanation. Lightning was about accuracy, precision and power. It sounded very much like a Terran battleship. But, she was not so sure about it being easier for her. She would have killed for Terra, and yet she had never really wanted to smother someone’s life out of them. Most of her instincts had been to be a caretaker. She sucked on her popsicle, her eyes watching a child pushing its own stroller without being able to see where it's going. It’s adult came to put a halt to his getaway.
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“Like a signal to a machine…” She murmured, trying to relate it to something in her head. Maybe instead of thinking of someone murdered, she would prefer they jolted awake to her attention. Or maybe she’d need to give it more thought. He didn’t seem interested in the play, or at least she couldn’t tell. Would he let her go alone then? But, she had already kept him from his business already.
[break][break] It wasn’t until she mentioned a gift did he seem interested. She bit down on her ice cream, ignoring the chilling pain it left in her gums and teeth. The deformed moogle would probably find mercy in such a gouge in its face. When she determined her wrapper had spared her hands from being dirtied, she turned to her bag. ‘It’s here. It reminded me of you.’ She sent to him telepathically, now that her mouth was numbed with the ice cream that filled it. The dark purples of the orchids and the white of the lilies held an elegance and beauty, much like his own colors he wore.
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She found the white satin box and pulled it out from her bag to hand it to him. Inside he would find the corsageshe mistook for a tail decoration. She looked up at him, curious on how he would receive it. She did not really understand why he hid his tail, but maybe he would be more likely to reveal it if he had something nice to decorate it. ‘I also got your requested alchemical supplies.’
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She then took the ice cream from her lips, and waited for the chill that now bit into her brain. She reorganized the bag to close it. ‘What did you do while you waited for me?’ He had stayed near the whole time. Had he done his own errands? Her eyes turned to the now entertainer that took to the center of the plaza. He took to juggling torches and even breathed fire. It was obvious he was not using magic, but Mikoto found that even more curious. Humans found ways to really work around.
The genome decided that apparently audible words were beyond her. Or merely not worth the effort of taking that stick out of her mouth. For whatever reason, she decided to continue their conversation telepathically. Kuja bristled.
It wasn’t that he couldn’t speak that way, but he didn’t exactly like his full mind being invaded. It reminded him too much of Garland.
”Hm.” He didn’t have much to say to something reminding her of him, but he felt he should make some outward noise regardless. To make a point if nothing else.
She pulled out a satin box and held it out for him. He took it. Well the box was certainly nice, if nothing else. That suggested that she’d gone somewhere likewise nice and spent some sizable amount of his gil on her gift. Whether he minded that depended entirely on what it was.
He opened it and saw flowers.
Violet flowers. White flowers. Orchids and lilies. Their petals were curved together into a kind of strange arrangement around a band that he imagined he was supposed to affix to himself.
He wanted to laugh. Flowers weren’t exactly his style.
”The colors are fine.” He shut the box and magicked it away. Maybe he’d find some use for it later. Or maybe he’d toss it off the side of his dragon in flight. Of far more use were the errands she’d run for him. He didn’t really have anything to say to that. He couldn’t know if she’d done competently until he saw the results for himself.
Even once she’d removed the moogle from her mouth, she still insisted on telepathy. ’What did you do while you waited for me?’
His eyes found the sky. Did he care much for the truth today? He never really had, and he wasn’t sure that he did not. ”I turned over the benefits of leaving you.” Not a lie. In the slightest.
Kuja turned his own ice cream between his fingers. It was dripping now. The drops threatened to sticky his nails. ”I mostly busied myself in the city. It reminds me of Lindblum.” Industrious, artless Lindblum. He’d always hated it. ”There wasn’t anything that particularly caught my interest. Other than the princess, of course.”
She was queen now, wasn’t she? Funny the difference regicide could make.
”I wasn’t much for rehashing the past,” Kuja said. ”I’d much rather it have the courtesy of staying dead.”
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Kuja More awkward genome time. This is what its about.
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The girl held out her bag for him. Kuja gave it a flat look before he took it and teleported it away. Like most things, Kuja hadn’t quite mastered Garland’s proficiency in bending the laws of motion, but he could manage personal items at least. Teleporting himself had a way of exhausting him.
Apparently he’d whisked away every one of Zidane’s friends through time and space at the end. Was that why he’d died?
’Why have you not left me?’
As the girl went on, Kuja couldn’t help but wonder what she was playing at. It was to her advantage that he let her tag along, after all. Was she really so stupid as to prompt him to leave her?
”Word of advice.” Kuja’s lips twitched into a smirk. ”Don’t challenge what happens to be going your way.”
Some might have called it self-sabotage. He supposed it was to be expected from a being who’d only lived as a tool. Still did, actually, no matter how more comfortable the leash.
’I need you.’ Of course she didn’t, but he wasn’t about to point that out. Instead, he would take his own advice and play the benevolent guardian, self-sacrificing for the sake of his own kind. What a joke.
”They cities not exactly alike. Lindblum was bigger for one. And the Gaians were all too stupid for magic.” It was a little unnerving seeing it waved around like this if he was being honest. He was used to having his own special niche in the courts of Alexandria. A mysterious, beguiling sorcerer. Oh well. It only meant he’d have to find a different role to play. ”But they’re not so different either. Compared to Terra, any living planet might as well be the same.”
There was a renewed round of childish screeching, and Kuja looked up with a bristle of irritation. Some kind of street performer had wandered in, no doubt paid by the park itself, and apparently the children couldn’t get enough of it. Kuja had to admit that the act wasn’t entirely lackluster. He wondered how many cure spells it took to recover from whatever burns the man inflicted on himself daily.
Mikoto finished with some observation about the princess and then their little break was done -- whatever it had been. Had they bonded? Kuja didn’t feel particularly better rested.
He tossed his uneaten ice cream in the trash. ”She wants to stop me, I think.” A sticky coat of sugar glossed his nails. He eyes them distastefully. ”Though what she thinks I’m doing, I haven’t the slightest idea.”
Babysitting, apparently. Somehow, he blamed Zidane.
”Don’t lag behind.” He turned and started towards the next path. The second round of trials. He hoped that these would be more interesting than the last.
The first stop brought them to a clearing themed to storms. Some kind of speaker system provided an ambience of looping rain patter. There were cut-outs of yellow-streaked lightning bolts planted into the earth. A complex looking machine sat in the center. It towered over the rest with its gears and exposed engine -- a golden lightning rod extending towards the sky.
How subtle. Kuja rolled his eyes. ”Thunder is led by the mind,” he said again. ”It’s logical and precise.” He let the magic well within him for longer than necessary. He felt it, sharp and biting, a spark dancing about his fingers. Then he gave a short swipe of his hand and released.
His magic burst from the cloudless sky, and he realized too late that he’d outdone himself. Even with his lack of interest, his first level spell landed with the force of an electrical explosion, striking with a flash of blinding light. The machine screamed as the gears turned faster, faster, and faster still. They squealed together, grinding faster than their oiled grooves could take them as a song played from its speakers like a whirling carousel gone off its rails. One gear shot out like a bullet. Then another. It turned until it couldn’t turn anymore and then it slowed to a dying whine.
When all was said and done, the entire machine was slumped forward, overheated with half of its engine missing.
Kuja sighed and flipped his bangs out of his eyes. ”What shoddy construction,” he said. He’d let his magic linger too long for the purposes of demonstration. It must have overcharged. ”Well, you can still strike the top of it at least. It doesn’t have to actually work.”
Kuja She's stuck just like that terrible ice cream is to the roof of her mouth.
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Her tail swayed behind her as he took her belongings and vanished them. She did not even ask where they went. It was simply pleasant enough to not be bothered by it. And if he wanted to keep it, he was more than welcome to whatever was in the bag. But, she knew such magic was most likely beyond her current scope of capabilities.
[break][break] She quietly listened to his advice and soon found she was not to question their circumstances. He was influenced by Garland more than he knew. Still, he did not tell her to leave. That gave her a small comfort.
[break][break] She made sure not to lag behind. Much like she did with Garland, she followed slightly behind and to the right. It would take but a small head tilt. She kept her hands down to her side.
[break][break] “Are not the one’s here too stupid for magic?” She had not seen any real displays of it while on Zephon so far. “I assumed that is why they built this park.” But why they wanted to delude themselves with false impressions was beyond her. Though Mikoto held her tongue on questioning him, since he didn’t seem to like that. Hadn’t he seen only two living planets? Seemed inefficient to state they were all the same from that.
[break][break] Though, now she was intrigued that he had seen so many more places than her. A bigger city! She already thought this one large and dense. Exhausting. She wanted to know more about it later. Perhaps she would ask him more about it when her lessons here were done.
[break][break] Zidane’s woman was guided by some internal forces that Mikoto could not begin to understand. But, she was not a bad person. There was just a friction between their understandings. “She believes you’ll repeat your past actions against her.” Whatever those were? Take away her ‘mother’, ‘parents’, and ‘childhood’. Steal her resources. These things were necessary for the sake of Terra. The concepts were hard for her to understand as much as it was for her sympathize. “She also thinks you’ll do something negative towards me. I do not understand her reasoning in either.” Mikoto had nothing more that Kuja could take from her, or so she believed. Garnet asked her to think carefully on what Kuja asked her to do. But all he asked her to do was follow along or go on specific tasks mostly to make purchases for herself. Neither of these seemed harmful. And it was unproductive to live in the past. One should learn from it and move on.
[break][break] She followed him down the next path full of inclement weather iconography. She wondered if these were the conditions she was to imagine for this spell. They came to stop in front of the machine and Kuja was once more demonstrating a spell. He lacked the restraint that he scolded her to reserve. The machine made an awful sound and whirled too fast. She raised her hands only to shield the delicate features on her face, in case a spring or part wanted to come flying off. It did, but thankfully not in their direction. “We could build better…” She murmured, daring another glance at the faulty machine.
[break][break] Kuja only gave the same brief explanation of the spell. He made it sound so simple, and there was like an icy-hot liquid fire in the feeling of the spell. It tingled and had a bite for anyone who neared too close.
[break][break] She closed her eyes and tried to follow his explanation. She tried to stir up the bioelectric impulses in her body, which felt easy enough to gather. It was natural in the way the body functioned, much like it was natural in the friction between clouds. But, it was hard for her to imagine how to direct it. She tried to mimic his gesture, but all that happened was an electric discharge. It dispersed like an aura around her and fizzled with a snap in the air around her. Her hair and fur fluffed up in response as it left her body. She nearly huffed as she tried to smooth the fur on her tail back down. “It’s there…but it feels stuck.” Her tailed flicked back with annoyance at her effort.
”We could build better,” Mikoto agreed, and Kuja hummed. They could have. Easily. They both knew more about engineering than all of their mechanics combined, but such a thing would require effort. Effort and time and interest that Kuja simply didn’t have. This was a test and a quick one at that. Any further magical training would have to be done on her own time. Though he was happy to throw her at a few monsters if she insisted.
For the third time, Mikoto readied her stance. For the third time, she closed her eyes in concentration. Kuja waited, arms crossed as the seconds went by. After a long moment, she raised her hand, waved it, and there was a spark.
Of static. Around herself. It crackled and then faded, leaving her a puffy mess.
Kuja laughed. He couldn’t help it. Not when her hair stood on end and her tail made her look like a spooked cat. He touched at his cheek, smiling at her. ”How impressive.”
It felt stuck. As though that wasn’t self-evident.
”It seems I gave you too much credit.” He lowered his hand, recrossing his arms again. ”Then again, I suppose you’ve never felt that kind of calculated malice. You won’t even denounce me.” Or Garland. Funny how she could defend both their creator and Zidane while not turning against the man who plotted the destruction of them both.
Funny. Maybe naive. Maybe simply stupid.
”You have the logic of it, but it has no outwards momentum. For thunder, you need both premeditation and desire. Or to act on reflex. Either way, there’s an implicit intent to do harm.”
Kuja tilted his head. ”We can skip ahead if you’d rather learn it in action. It can be far easier to wish something dead when actively provoked.” He waved a hand. ”It’s up to you.”
She felt like a ball of fluff. Much like the soft pink tuft on her new ribbon. Her skin still tingled with the electricity that bit her throughout. Even as it fizzled out, it left her hair frizzed. But he didn’t seem particularly displeased at her lack of ability. And her facial features softened at the sound of his laugh. At that moment, she realized it was good to have another genome as a teacher. Not that there was particularly anything wrong with black mages. But, it was much like the blind being taught by those starting to regain their sight.
[break][break] His words of her not having calculated malice made her tilt her head. She did not feel a particular need to break inanimate objects. They posed no threat to her. And up until now, there was little she could not simply turn tail on and run from. Or simply accept her fate.
[break][break] Though, she gave a soft frown at her not even denouncing him. Garland, Garnet, and now Kuja seemed to think she should turn him away. She stared at the broken machine as it still sparked and hissed. Part of her wondered if the male genomes simply did not know how to communicate to each other. If they all understood each other, would things have been different? Or was violence the only means for them to get their point across.
[break][break] Her mouth opened slightly, but then she shut it again. She wanted to respond to the denouncement comment, but he was already moving on. Plus, she was in training. Perhaps the conversation would be better when they were done here. Which seemed to be sooner rather than later. He thought her skilled enough to at least try a few beasts. “I don’t mind trying it in action.” If he thought her ready, then she trusted him.
[break][break] She looked down at her empty hands for a moment, before making a fist and looking back up at him. “The bag…” She said, meaning her weapon was in it. Her mage masher dagger was something she tried to keep with her, but her task caused her to switch clothing. There was a moment’s pause as she stared up at him. "When we first met, you said you had magic and weapons.” As well as the fact that he synthesized weapons. “Do you know what would best fit?” She held her hand out, palm up. She would trust his work more than some random moogle or human.
[break][break] Though Mikoto seemed to pay no heed to it, there was whispering and spectators starting to gather. They pointed at the broken machine. The mother and child from earlier was up the path pointing at them as she spoke to some poorly dressed staff member, who was also turning to look at them.
