Conquering the Unconquerable [ACTIVE/OPEN]
Characters: Kuja and whoever stumbles across him, preferably someone he hasn't met before!
Content: Jealous of Raiel and Hamel's talents, Kuja strives to become more musical.
Location: A cafe in the upper east side
Time of day: Afternoon
Warnings: Terrible sounds
There was a certain small, abandoned cafe in the upper east side of Manhattan. Long since looted of valuable or edible goods, and seeing no use from the survivors of the first monster attack, it had grown dark, and quiet, and forgotten. Today, however, the cafe was calling attention to itself in the most peculiar way. Chaotic, arrhythmical squawking and screeching sounds made their way outside of the cafe and into the streets outside.
Within the cafe, Kuja stood, surrounded by the remnants of what used to be a music store. He had carried the items inside of the cafe himself, sensing this cafe to be one not often frequented by people for any reason. It was also far enough away from Bryant Park Hotel to minimize the risk of any unwelcome interruptions by Raiel or his like. At Kuja's feet, there was a flute, a harmonica, a cello, a guitar, even an accordion. There was no piano, however; Kuja had no way of carrying a piano down the street, this was obvious. And he certainly had not tried, failed, and strained a muscle in his back in order to find this out.
Kuja was trying to teach himself an instrument. It would, as it happened, be a cold day in Hell before he allowed a bunch of jokers from some stupid world of music and hats outdo him at anything. He was Kuja, the person who had brought Gaia to its knees! There was no reason why he could not play, for example, the oboe.
HONK. HONK. ... ... ... HONNNNNK?
If only there was an instrument that suited him! All of the ones he had tried so far sounded awful, and would clearly never do. He didn't know why anybody ever even bothered to learn them, they were so patently defective.
Content: Jealous of Raiel and Hamel's talents, Kuja strives to become more musical.
Location: A cafe in the upper east side
Time of day: Afternoon
Warnings: Terrible sounds
There was a certain small, abandoned cafe in the upper east side of Manhattan. Long since looted of valuable or edible goods, and seeing no use from the survivors of the first monster attack, it had grown dark, and quiet, and forgotten. Today, however, the cafe was calling attention to itself in the most peculiar way. Chaotic, arrhythmical squawking and screeching sounds made their way outside of the cafe and into the streets outside.
Within the cafe, Kuja stood, surrounded by the remnants of what used to be a music store. He had carried the items inside of the cafe himself, sensing this cafe to be one not often frequented by people for any reason. It was also far enough away from Bryant Park Hotel to minimize the risk of any unwelcome interruptions by Raiel or his like. At Kuja's feet, there was a flute, a harmonica, a cello, a guitar, even an accordion. There was no piano, however; Kuja had no way of carrying a piano down the street, this was obvious. And he certainly had not tried, failed, and strained a muscle in his back in order to find this out.
Kuja was trying to teach himself an instrument. It would, as it happened, be a cold day in Hell before he allowed a bunch of jokers from some stupid world of music and hats outdo him at anything. He was Kuja, the person who had brought Gaia to its knees! There was no reason why he could not play, for example, the oboe.
HONK. HONK. ... ... ... HONNNNNK?
If only there was an instrument that suited him! All of the ones he had tried so far sounded awful, and would clearly never do. He didn't know why anybody ever even bothered to learn them, they were so patently defective.