I wanna do it! Let's draw straws!
Who: The people signed up here.
When: Throughout the day/night.
Where: All over Dissidia.
What: Kidnappings. So many kidnappings.
Type: Whichever you like.
Notes/Warnings: Separate threads for separate kidnappings, i.e. DOOKU and KEFKA yoinking TERRA and SALEH.
( Throw away the key and then turn off all the lights )
When: Throughout the day/night.
Where: All over Dissidia.
What: Kidnappings. So many kidnappings.
Type: Whichever you like.
Notes/Warnings: Separate threads for separate kidnappings, i.e. DOOKU and KEFKA yoinking TERRA and SALEH.
( Throw away the key and then turn off all the lights )
[ ooc; HEY GUYS. Fff, this so unintentionally late, but anyway, in case people missed it, Kuja's palace is functioning as a portal trap for anyone that should enter it during this small time period. Originally, I thought it'd be a good idea to nab Vanille and Serah ( especially since Vanille's run off), BUT THE OPTION'S HERE AND IT WORKS FOR PRETTY MUCH ANYONE. ♥ ]
... He supposed he could play along. For now. On the highest floor in his private chambers, Kuja was in the mirror of his large vanity, not primping, but staring and thinking rather intently about how he would go about playing this game. His eyes narrowed on his reflection as he nearly upset himself with a thought, reaching quickly for a powder box on the dresser. Uncapping the lid, he took a large blush brush to his cheeks in absent sweeps, paling and perfecting a complexion that needed nothing, but his mind was elsewhere.
Namely on Kefka and this Count Dooku of his. If he didn't know any better, he'd say they had another Emperor on their hands. Kuja didn't like the sound of that at all, but he hoped for better and felt it wise to play it by ear. For now. But down below, the stage was set.
At ground level, one step inside inside his palace invited newcomers to the world of blissful decadence Kuja had built his entire life around, where all things were pleasant and beautiful and fit for the royalty he almost made himself out to be. When one entered, he was greeted by candlelight vigil and a long table hosting a magnificent feast featuring an impressive four yard spread. He'd hear the soft, mesmeric melody of a harp that remained to be seen, all signs pointing to the inevitable conclusion that he, or someone else, has definitely been expected.
There were plenty of roads that led to his door ... an annoyance he'd have to deal with, but he imagined it might be adventitious for the events to come, and Kuja waited patiently for his catch, whoever that unfortunate soul might be, because he'd made no effort to discriminate in the fabricating of his trap. It could very well be a member of his own faction that fell into his clutches, but he was convinced it would make things that much more interesting. He was doubly convinced it was nothing 'Oops' and a smile couldn't fix.
For now, he would do what he did best: set the scene from the creator's seat and deal with the loose ends as tidily as he could manage until a hands-on approach proved more enterprising or simply more entertaining.
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It wasn't like she could always help it. Sometimes, before she realized it was even happening, her legs would have already carried her away. That was exactly what this is, wasn't it? She'd convinced herself she'd had every good reason to go off on her own and train- she didn't want to be a burden to anyone else, and she needed to get stronger, both physically and mentally, before the next battle. She couldn't let her teammates down again. They were all fighting to win, and what had she done..? Run away, like always.
Not anymore.
Yet, here she was, doing the very thing she'd tried to vow never to do again. She'd almost had a fight with Lightning... over Fang. She knew Lightning meant what she'd promised, but Vanille couldn't help but feel that it was a promise she probably wouldn't be able to keep forever. Fang was their enemy, at least in the terms of factions. It wasn't like she could betray her teammates any more than they could betray theirs. Even if the people on that side were bad...
Why Fang? She wasn't like that at all. It didn't make any sense... That was why she couldn't help but think maybe there were people on the other side who didn't belong, the same as her... Could they really just fight them without worrying about what happens to them if they lose the war? Of course not. Or at least, Vanille couldn't. Especially since it involved Fang.
Caught up in her thoughts, she hadn't even realized it when she'd gone through one crystal and then headed toward another. She didn't even know where this one would lead. She had her weapon, and she'd been told about the mannequins, but... She'd never fought them before. Especially not alone. She was scared, but, she needed to, for everyone's sake... For Fang's sake.
Reaching out, she touched the crystal, letting the portal transport her.
When she stepped out, she found herself in what looked like... A castle? She'd definitely never seen it before. The look she got was brief, though, as, upon taking a few steps forward, everything tossed, and she was transported again- much like when they'd been summoned for the last battle. She was nearly thrown off of her feet. This time, however, the place she ended up was much darker. That... Shouldn't have happened, should it?
She regained her footing much more quickly this time, taking a few steps forward, blinking in the low light. Where was she..? "Ummm... Hello? Is anyone else... Ahh..." Her voice seemed to almost echo off of the walls, and as she advanced another few steps she felt her shoulder collide with something cold and metallic. Reaching out, she brushed her hand over it, realizing what it was. They were... Bars?
"Hey. Heeeeeey? Is anyone down here? Hello?" Bringing her other hand up, she wrapped them around the bars, trying to give them a little rattle. The sound reverbated, but she didn't hear anything else. Instead of trying again, she started feeling around, maybe for a door, or something else that she could let herself out with. "Where's... There has to be a..." Hands brushed over something that felt like a lock, and she pushed on the metal to find that it wouldn't budge. She gave it another little shove, this time pressing her shoulder against it. "Come on! Open!"
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After a few more minutes of that, Vanille took a step backward with a huff, and then spun around again, looking for something, anything. Maybe there was a crystal in here she hadn't seen? Maybe that was how she'd gotten in here in the first place? But... Nothing.
Wherever she was, she was... Trapped.
She'd run off, and gotten herself trapped... Who knew where? She knew she shouldn't have done it, but... She still had. She didn't know where she was, or how to get out.
Sinking down to the floor, she hugged her arms around her knees, hiding her face.
"What am I supposed to do..?"
((ooc | Now with 500% less fail! ;; And also 500% more long I am so sorry! And aaa, since she's trapped, and this was kind of long anyway, we could just call this one done with so everyone can get a move on with other things? Unless someone wanted to join her, that is. ;; ))
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