FRIENDSHIP IS MAGIC. [ complete ]

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Character(s): Kuja & Scar
Content: Arrival into the city of Paixao~ ahh! So magical!
Setting: Vanaheim Gate.
Time: Mid-morning? Why not. Week 31.
Warnings: Fabulosity~! Threats. So far. (and that's just with kuja... o_O )

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[i_killedmufasa]

Now this was certainly out of the ordinary. Rarely did Scar ever wander to this part of the city, dingy and dirty as he often found it to be, but for such a display to be going on the one day he did was quite fortunate.

"You may as well just give up, that pathetic creature can't do much of anything, much less send you back where you came from." He spoke as he approached, the crowd parting only slightly to let him past. They didn't give him as much space in these parts...he'd have to lean why that was.

"If you must know, you're just as stuck here as the rest of us. Now the sooner you accept your fate, the sooner you can move on and do something useful with your time rather than just threatening that wretched, pointless creature." The condescension in his tone made the girl at the gate scowl at him, but when she saw his teeth she quickly changed the expression to one rather more fitting--she was now cowering behind the desk.

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At the sound of a voice ahead, Kuja turned slowly... certainly not expecting to see it originating from a lion. He straightened up, he studied the lion as he spoke his eyes narrowing in the process. "Stuck," he echoed flatly, obiously unimpressed. He took a few steps forward, the lady at the gate showing signs of relief with his depature. "D... Don't forget that," she reminded, as he reached back to grab the journal without even so much as casting another glance her way. She was, indeed, worthless.

He struck a pose a few feet from Scar, a hand on his hip. "You certainly seem to be in the know."

[i_killedmufasa]

"Sadly, I've been in this city for quite some time. Of course, there is far more to it than meets the eye," Scar sat on his haunches and examined a paw, "but couldn't the same be said of just about anywhere?" He flicked his gaze back to the silver haired man. The scent wasn't human, not quite...in fact, it reminded him rather a lot of Wolf's friend Zidane. How...interesting.

"You may want to learn how to use that," he continued, indicating the journal with the subtlest incline of his head. "I can assure you it will make your time here far easier." Now...to learn just what it was that made this biped and Zidane so similar.

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"This... thing?" he asked, holding the journal up between thumb and forefinger, an eyebrow raised. As he flipped the contraption open, he only glanced at it, noting that the technology was far more advanced than anything Gaia had to offer, and then closed it again, making note to look it over in private, as he tucked it away.

"Useful advice, I'm sure, if I planned on staying in this..." he swept his eyes around the immediate area, his lip curling up in disgust, "charming little garbage dump."

[i_killedmufasa]

"You're just as welcome as any to try to leave, though I assure you that you won't be successful. The only way out is to play in the Organization's little game." Scar went back to examining his paw.