-- in the air tonight -- [Semi-closed, in progress]

[blackestate]

WHO: Kuja (de_novo_xiii), Sebastian Michaelis (blackestate), and later Grell Sutcliff (chainsaw_juliet). Might be open later for people who want to bump into them?
WHAT: In light of the strangeness going on around the ball, Kuja and Sebastian go off for some investigating of their own. The stars' alignment forewarns a chainsaw.
WHERE: First through the Housing District, then to

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[de_novo_xiii]

Gathering unbelievable amounts of power to tame Bahamut had not garnered this feeling of dread. His tail lashed side to side, fully bristled like a brush. He snuggled into the fur coat, relieved it washed his senses with familiarity in an amount ample enough to placate. The more his steps carried him away from the mansion, the less ache he felt inside.

He realized atop the anxiety had been his senses revolting against his decision to immerse himself in the ordinary crowd of Rivelata. It had crept under his skin and crawled through his nerves, now thoroughly frayed. Kuja realized beneath his smooth leather gloves, his fingertips were crackling with magic waiting to burst from his carefully stored reserves.

"To burn Rivelata in the shape of a butterfly..." Kuja echoed, mildly amused. More than mildly, as his initial giggle turned into a bright laugh. "So it wasn't just Mister Kent busily plotting away, but I suppose that is to be expected. As for Miss Bennet, I can quite confidently say that whatever it is about to happen to her will not come as a surprise to many. That young lady garners trouble wherever she goes."

The houses thinned, sparser now that they entered the Boardwalk. The echoing of their steps changed from cobblestone to wood, as heels tapped against a different surface. He was mentally exhausted, but he could spot the faintest concealed explosives.
"How large is the butterfly, and through what sections of Rivelata are they expected to burn?"