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year 5, quarter 3
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Kuja Mikoto the gravedigger has found her purpose in life in a simply candy animal: to be the best candy alchemist to live.
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[attr=class,bulk] She listened to his talk of his technological advancements and his discoveries. He accomplished so much with so little. It was impressive enough that she felt inspired to do her own tinkering. It made her wonder that if the Black Mages simply used their stores until depleted, then why could one simply not replenish them somehow? Did something else decompose inside them? If she ever returned, then maybe she could dig up the ones not functioning.... [break][break] She had a feeling the Black Mages would very much not like that. That graveyard was special to them… [break][break] Oh. It seemed Kuja was in a decent mood today. He was quite talkative to her. She continued to listen intently. They couldn’t replicate themselves? Genomes were particularly good at that, well when they had the tools. It was more convenient for immortal beings to create themselves in controlled environments than risking overpopulation through more mundane methods. But the Black Mages were still new and seemed more interested in burying their not functioning companions rather than learning their inner workings. [break][break] He mentioned Headstone Forest, and her face seemed to nearly contort into a guilty look. She had run into trouble there, because she had not paid heed to his advice. “The spiritual residue is particularly eager to attach to a vessel. They tried to take mine.” Many of them at once, actually. It left her quite unwell. But, she wondered if it would be of use to him, “I could try to store a supply for testing.” Bring it to a controlled environment for him, though she suddenly felt nervous thinking about it. The residue there was very aggressive, which caused it to burn out quickly. Surely there was a way to calm it. [break][break]
She looked up at him, bright eyes, at the chance to read Terran again and to review proper scientific notation. But then, she visibly grimaced and shuddered at the mention of sand. Their last trip to Aljana had caused her fur to be in such a mess. It was rough and coarse on her skin. It stuck relentlessly to clothes, and it somehow got into her high top boots. [break][break] She would endure it, if it meant working alongside him. [break][break] The young genome honestly couldn’t help be distracted at all the new sights. She was very much interested in what Kuja had to say, but the new experience kept her eyes being drawn elsewhere. Having Kuja near and to focus on kept her being overwhelmed from it all. Though, now that she turned her eyes from him, she suddenly felt very crowded. Kuja gave her leave to grab the object of her desire. [break][break] She accepted the gil and quickly made her way through the crowd. Her small form could squeeze through people. But it seemed she would not make it to the stall. The boy that she had caught staring at her earlier seemed to step in her way. She felt annoyed, especially when she was told to be quick. Then, she noticed he was holding out something for her. She felt her tail swish contentedly under her skirt. [break][break] It was a packaged pink cotton candy, shaped into the head of a cat. Mikoto took it from him and went to offer the gil in exchange. But he shyly shook his head, and slipped away into the crowd at her blank gaze. Who was Mikoto to deny a free resource? She walked purposefully back to Kuja staring at her new snack. Though, she seemed much more interested in its craftsmanship than actually eating it. [break][break] Then, there was one of the performers near the exit of the food stall area. He announced the showing of the play would begin in fifteen minutes. There were still some seats left, if people wanted to crowd around.
[attr=class,bulk] Mikoto did, in fact, make it quick. She didn’t say anything either which was another positive. She simply left, acquired her strange sugar concoction, and returned, holding it reverently in both hands. In that moment, she looked happier than he’d ever seen her before. It wasn’t a high enough bar to clear to be remarkable, but it was still worthy of note.
Kuja felt some satisfaction in that. Strange.
The ushers for the play announced that it would begin within the quarter hour. Excellent. They weren’t too late then.
”I’ll find the tickets,” he said and started towards the theater booths. The best seats were already taken, naturally, and if he was to be honest, they would have been outside of his current price range. That fact in itself irked him, but the standard house seats would have to do.
He had money. He had enough to survive. He had enough to fuel his research even which was something he couldn’t have always said for himself. Still, he missed the many benefits of the aristocracy. Whoever had said that money couldn’t buy happiness had never lived in the darker districts of Treno.
He returned to Mikoto, handed her a paper slip with her seat number on it, and started towards the gates without explanation. The usher asked to see their tickets, Kuja showed off his, waited for Mikoto to catch on, then followed the man to their seats in the upper back row, stage center. Kuja might not have had his first choice in positions, but he knew which were best of those available. He’d visited the theater so often in Alexandria that it had long transcended a mere hobby.
Once they were alone, Kuja carefully arranged himself so that he could sit comfortably. He was fond of his outfit with all of its layers of silk and leather and metal, but it did make sitting a somewhat more difficult task than it should have been. Sometimes he missed the simplicities of his old Terran fashion.
Sometimes. Rarely.
The theater was buzzing with that peculiar mix of muttering and idle conversation which could only come in the minutes before the house lights dimmed. Kuja looked at Mikoto to make sure she’d settled in. The thought struck him that her strange candy would leave a disgusting, lacquered stick behind once she was finished with it. Since there weren’t any trash cans in their section, he supposed she’d just have to deal with it. He hoped she wouldn’t dirty her dress in the process.
”Once it starts, don’t talk to me. If you have any questions, they can wait until after.” He watched the empty stage and felt a familiar sense of anticipation. It swelled with every pluck of strings from the nearby orchestra, practicing one final time before the show started. ”I don’t want any distractions.”
[attr=class,bottomlyric] AND THEN I AM IN LOVE WITH EVERYONE I SEE
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Baby genome and her confused cynicism strike again. But with a little surprise. Kuja
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[attr=class,bulk] As he left to get these ‘tickets’ she turned to observe their surroundings. She simply thought they could go and watch a play. She did not realize there were extra steps. Humans made things needlessly complicated, didn’t they? [break][break] It was still highly crowded, despite people pairing off. She could smell the succulent meat in the wind. Hear the soft drums off to the side and dancers clad with scarves seemed to move to the beat of it. The illusory magic filled the air above with these curved shapes and flowers in bright colors. The stores and booths had goods she had never seen before. Beautiful, soft looking fabrics and brightly cut gems. Handcrafted goods as well, such as necklaces and suncatchers. The merchants are shouting to entice those to come in and buy a gift for their partner. Someone with a basket of flowers passed by and handed her a rose of the softest pink colors. Then, disappeared into the crowd. [break][break] Suddenly, it took a turn for her. She abruptly felt overwhelmed by too many new things. The streets appeared to be getting dirtied with refuse that people either dropped or purposely discarded. There were too many scents at once - both food and human. The lights felt too bright and too many. Her tail dropped at her stress. She wondered if she would ever get used to coming to these types of encounters. [break][break] Then, there was a slip of paper being handed to her. She looked up to see her beautiful predecessor, so different from the grungy crowd of humans. His arm stretched for her to take the ticket. She took it from him, suddenly feeling secure again. [break][break] She followed Kuja’s lead on getting into the play. It seemed there was assigned seating. Though, she watched as Kuja had a method to the way he had to seat himself. Did she need to practice this method too? She simply sat, adjusting the dress so it didn’t pull on her so uncomfortably. [break][break] He spoke to her finally and she looked up. He was excited. She could both sense it and see it. Never before had she seen him with such energy. It didn’t even bother her she wasn’t to talk. Instead, she felt her heart swell at the sight. As she turned away to sit back in her chair, her feet not even touching the ground, she felt something touch upon her lips. Just a soft hint of a smile. [break][break] Her predecessor had brought her to a play and provided for her. But more so, he seemed excited and content. It just brought her a lightness to her chest. She unwrapped her sustenance and took a pinch from the back of the candy. It seemed a shame to destroy the sculptured face right away. The soft cottony texture melted on her tongue and she saw why Kuja had not wanted one for himself. It was overly sweet and it lit her cheeks with its sugar. [break][break] She was true to his request during the duration of the play. Though, there was little room to bother him otherwise. She found herself enthralled by the music accompaniment. How can they make such odd looking instruments have such a beautiful sound? Even her intelligence knew it was something talented and moving. And though she did not understand much of what was being said, she did enjoy the poetic rhythm of how the words were strung together. Then, there was a dance at one of the Capulet’s parties with bells tied to the wrists. The sound of the bells made her perk and even she wanted to twist her wrist and dance. [break][break] But it was the human encounters on the stage she tried to pay special heed to. She tried very hard to understand. For some of it she did. She understood conflict and two rival families vying for the same resources. Only the strong survived and eventually only one group would have to win out. She understood Juliet’s first yield to her master’s whims. [break][break] The rest however...Why did Juliet defy her masters - for what else was a mother or father? They only wanted the best for her and even the nurse seemed to agree. But Juliet and Romeo seemed quite unproductively taken with each other. They made eyes at each other and the balcony scene reminded her much of Dagger and Zidane. What force drew them into such madness that they disregarded what was best for their family units in favor of themselves? Perhaps it was best that the two defects, unable to show strength against their masters and defy the purpose they were given, ended themselves. Did it not strengthen the rest of the group now that such discord was gone? [break][break] Then, this Mercutio...Mikoto did not understand at all. His words made no sense to her at all. He instigated fights without reason. And he even raved long enough to frighten himself. The young genome, upon Mercutio’s first raving, felt her tail fluff in frightful surprise. Then she buried her face into Kuja’s shoulder, since she could not step behind him. Her brow drawn in that confused ‘what is wrong with this creature’ look. He completely deserved to die with his nonsense and instigation. What else did he think was coming to him? [break][break] Soon the curtains closed and the crowd cheered and clapped. It was an odd gesture to her, but it seemed the others were showing their appreciation for the play. She repackaged what was left of her cotton candy gently. She had not touched it because she was so entranced by the show, she had forgotten about it. She could finish it at another time. [break][break] Uncertainly, she stood up to watch the hands of those around her to fall into their rhythm. Once they were heading out, she looked up at him questioningly if she could speak now. There were many times she thought the play may have been done, but it was simply a change of scene. [break][break] Then, a bunch of questions hit him psychically over the din of the crowd. 'Why did two warring worlds pay heed to one human?' She meant the two families serving the prince.They could simply all turn against him, couldn’t they? 'Is a mother and father simply a creator and master? Is marriage so important?” These concepts were unfamiliar to her and she had so many more questions to ask. What was a man of wax? Or a flower of faith? 'What compelled Romeo and Juliet to such frenzy? They do not have psychic bonds like genomes or does this love connect them similarly?' [break][break] Then she realized she was selfishly only asking for answers. Her turned her eyes up to him once the crowd was broken apart again. 'Did you enjoy the play?'
[attr=class,bulk] As a work of theater, Kuja found the play to be melodramatic. It followed two love-struck, star-crossed teenagers so overcome by their passions that they led their houses to ruin and committed duel-suicide. It was a tragedy, which he appreciated, but he had the irksome feeling throughout it all that a not insignificant majority of the audience would find it somehow romantic. If the noticeable sniffling of a woman in the row behind him suggested anything, it was that the viewers were meant to relate to these immature morons and somehow feel pity for them. While Kuja could more than support the idea of destroying one’s family line in pursuit of passionate self-interest, it was the suicide that lost him.
Why someone would destroy themselves for the sake of another, he simply couldn’t fathom.
As the theater lights came on, Kuja sighed contentedly and leaned back in his seat, thoughtful with a finger at his lips. It wasn’t the worst play he’d ever seen. The fight choreography was fairly competent, for one, but he simply couldn’t forgive a playwright for centering such loathsome, unintelligent protagonists.
The crowd stood and cheered like the easily swayed masses they were. Mikoto looked at them uncertainly before moving to stand with them. She didn’t clap, however. She’d likely never heard of applause.
Once the ruckus cleared, Kuja joined her and began the long process of filing out of the theater, one row at a time. Mikoto watched him owlishly. Was she waiting for permission to speak?
’Why did two warring worlds pay heed to one human?’
The barrage of thoughts struck him like a migraine, thrust intrusively behind his right temple. ’Is a mother and father simply a creator and master? Is marriage so important? What compelled Romeo and Juliet to such frenzy? They do not have psychic bonds like genomes or does this love connect them similarly? Did you enjoy the play?’
Kuja winced and struggled not to slap her and force her very much out. Instead, he took a breath, calmed himself, and shut down their psychic connection with as delicate a hand as he was capable. ”I’d much prefer you use your words if you don't mind,” he said with just enough bite to make obvious his disdain.
Psychic expression was convenient. It was useful when one wished to communicate beyond the frequencies of Gaian comprehension. It was also hideously invasive, and while her thoughts were nothing like the piercing chill of Garland’s, the association made him itch.
”You see why I’ve found plays to be most instructive as to the nuances of societal culture. They cover a great range of topics, all crafted into themes that color the human experience. I’d suggest you see more of them if you’d like to keep fueling your questions. I suppose I wouldn’t mind joining you.”
He shrugged. ”The play itself was fine. I don’t think it was a hack work, but…” He waved a hand. ”Art is subjective, and I think the cast was comprised entirely of idiots.
”You asked as to the nature of love earlier, did you not? Well, that play offered a general conception of it. To them, it's something maddening and so deeply bonded that once experienced, it would be better to self-destruct than to go without it. Plays are crafted from one’s personal experience and place of bias. There are many who experience love exactly like the characters on stage.”
They’d exited the theater now, and the captive crowd filtered back into the festival in small, excitable groups. Most were discussing the play. A few women were still crying. Kuja drifted far enough to give himself distance from them before he slowed to a stop, arms crossed. He didn’t know what he was feeling, in truth. The theater had been a place of familiarity. The style wasn’t so dissimilar to that of Gaia, and yet…
He felt a dull ache within him.
”It feels strange, doesn’t it?” he asked without turning to her. ”Standing here beneath the night sky, lit by a single moon.” His eyes drifted up to meet it -- silver and lifeless. The ache within him intensified. ”We truly are alone.”
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I have no idea where Kuja's moods will take him at any given moment.
[attr=class,bulk] He closed their metaphysical link much more gently than the first time he had. He gave her a firm preference of how she should communicate with him. She felt her tail sway under her skirt as she looked away as he said it. It seemed easier and more convenient to communicate the other way, especially with the loud crowd here. Even the soulless genomes seemed a little baffled that others communicated primarily by sound. [break][break] It felt like it was another Terran part of him he wanted to remove. Much like how he hid a tail that she knew very well he had. She couldn’t understand why one should hide any part of themselves. Unless it was for self preservation… [break][break] Even if she did not understand, she would quietly respect this boundary between them. [break][break]
She turned her resting gaze back to him. He didn’t answer her immediate question. Perhaps, they were too many to comprehend all at once. She would be mindful of them in the future. She nodded her consent to what he said. When he mentioned he would join her in seeing more plays, she felt that warmth return to her. “That makes me happy.” [break][break]
She followed him away from the crowd, softly padding. “They are idiots.” She softly huffed her agreement with him. Though she misunderstood the ‘cast’ he spoke of for the actual characters. Mercutio, Juliet, Romeo, the angry mobs… All were idiots. The only reasonable person seemed to be the monk and his alchemy. She wondered what plant he used to put Juliet to sleep. [break][break]
He further explained that many people seemed to experience love in a similar fashion. She turned to look at the grungy crowd again. She suddenly felt content that she may not have the capacity for such a frenzied feeling. This invisible force that bonded two people into self-destructive madness. [break][break]
But, then a realization struck her. Was she really so dissimilar? Was it so different from her acceptance of death when her purpose was lost? When she knew Terra would fall, she had returned to her origin and waited for death to come. What was the point of her own existence when the others would never be alive? When there was no one to fight for? [break][break] Or that she would now toss her life away for what remained of them? [break][break] She shuddered at the realization. Was she already touched by the madness of love? She fell into a deeper silence and stillness than usual. [break][break]
Kuja turned to face the moon above the haze of lights and crowd. She did not understand what he meant by his words. “We are not alone.” She murmured, trying to shake her own melancholy. “I am here with you.” Simple. Soft. "As you are with me."
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”Hm?” Kuja glanced back at the hollow-eyed genome beside him. Part of him wanted to bite back at her that he was only speaking metaphorically. Of course they were not physically alone, and she would do best to master idioms and other figurative language. Still, something else stilled his tongue. A strange feeling, perhaps exacerbated by the position of the moon.
He knew what she meant, and he knew that she was wrong, but some small part of him felt as though perhaps she wasn’t entirely wrong at all.
”I...suppose.” It didn’t sit right with him, but as his eyes drifted back towards the sparkling night sky, that strange feeling only strengthened within him.
’We are not alone.’
Kuja shook the thought away. He didn’t know what to do with it.
”Well. I suppose that’s enough for one night.” He crossed his arms and returned his attention to the festival around him. As the night grew older, the remaining patrons were becoming wilder and more intoxicated. Most of the children had left by now, and there was an almost primal beat to the music echoing from the central square. It pounded like a pulse from the planet itself, something wild and primitive, evolved from a time when humans were hardly more than beasts themselves.
He imagined it might send Mikoto into shock if they stayed much longer.
”I’ll take you back to return that dress. If you insist.” Kuja waved his hand and started back into the crowds. ”I’ll have to prepare my research for your review. It might be too advanced for you, but you’re welcome to try.”
Why not? It wasn’t as though he was making much progress on his own. Perhaps a sounding board would prove useful in his methodology. It wasn’t as though she had anything more pressing to attend to.
Kuja idly watched the festival as they strolled through the streets on their slow, ambling way to leave it. It felt different now as though the strange feeling from before had infected every corner of his perspective, seeping through the cracks like rainwater. Mikoto looked more comfortable once she’d changed back to her usual Terran attire, and Kuja hummed something of the sort. Then they left together, and Kuja made his way to the outskirts of the city so that he could summon his silver dragon.
It had been a strange night, familiar and yet novel in a way that he couldn’t quite identify. The theater had been the same, more or less. The people here were interchangeable with the residents of Lindblum. Still, there was something so very odd about it all that lingered like a distasteful dream, and it had something to do with Mikoto.
’We are not alone.’
Something had shifted. Kuja could sense it like a foreign magic at his fingertips. As they took to the skies, they were met by a sea of stars.
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I had some trouble ending this one. Hope it's okay!
