◘ ACT I | PALACE OF SAND & LUXE | VIDEO

[narcissistic]

[ The crystal comes to life from the far end of Kuja's extended vanity, offering a flattering side-view as he begins to preoccupy himself with what he loves best. ]

Well, now ...

[ Dipping a finger into some unknown substance, he dabs it at the center of his lower lip, gently spreading it outward. A firm press from top to bottom evens him out,

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[ebonize]

[ Yazoo's watching more than listening, apparently quite taken by the ritualistic manner in which Kuja primps and preens in front of the mirror. Smooth, careful application of the ... lipstick? Painstakingly precise correction. Finally, a moment ot two of self-awe: Kuja's reverence of his reflection seems so genuine, so sincere ... ]

True love.

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[narcissistic]

[ He hasn't wandered too far, of course, and with the first signs of life on the other end, the crystal pans slowly around the bedazzled room to rest on a circular bed with a crown crested ceiling canopy. Translucent gold curtains pulled all the way back, Kuja's sprawled atop rich, gilded sheets, legs crossed, booted feet dangling several inches above the rug, and one hand extended ahead of him while he's apparently admiring his nails.

The crystal does get his attention, however, and he sits up, peering in its' direction with a coquettish smile as he realizes who it is. Curling his index finger, he beckons it closer. Swinging his legs to the front of the bed, and keeping them miraculously crossed as he does so, Kuja slides to the edge, leering forth as the crystal comes to him. ]

Hey there ...

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[ebonize]

[ Unperturbed by the sudden shift in scenery, Yazoo's cool gaze sweeps over decorative drapes and ornate furniture as, with no small amount of criticism, he takes in the new, far too lavish suite that Kuja now seems to be occupying. He can hardly claim to be at all surprised by his taste in decor, but ... ]

... What did you do?

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[narcissistic]

Do ... ?

[ He asks, face innocently curious in the moments before his airs return, a smooth smugness working its' way across that pretty, polished mouth of his as he rears back a bit. ]

What ever do you mean?

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[tepesadrian]

[It quickly became of Alucard's interest to begin watching and listening through this crystal device for information, for indicators that any of his allies or enemies may have found themselves here as well. Instead, he happened upon a rather vain fellow tending to his ... make-up? He's not sure, really. With the flamboyance of his actions and living quarters, however, Alucard wouldn't be surprised.]

You've made yourself right at home. [A deadpan observation.]

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[narcissistic]

[ Barely escaping the crystal's sight, he stops in mid-step as if he'd actually meant to when he hears the voice, looking toward it with a hint of interest and a hand on his hip as it turns to spotlight him. ]

Coincidentally ...

[ He starts, making a pointed gesture of sweeping his eyes across the ceiling, sly smile tugging at his lips when his gaze drops to the crystal. ]

This happens to be my home.

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[tepesadrian]

...You live here?

[Pause-- he rephrases to avoid a surely inevitable quip on redundancy.] You weren't summoned from another world, I mean.

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[narcissistic]

[ Kuja spares him all the same, happy to indulge him at that, though not without indulging himself just a little. ]

... Is that what I said?

[ Eyes darting up again as he says it, the tip of his forefinger finds his chin, and there's a look of feigned confusion that makes itself more evident in the knowing look he gives him next. ]

What gave you that idea?

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[mountain_sage]

[The "unwelcoming" attitude makes it obvious which side Kuja's on, but something about the comment makes Saleh curious.]

Are you native to this realm?

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[narcissistic]

[ Fortunately for Saleh, Kuja doesn't much care about these things, and which "side" he's on is of less consequence to him than he'll ever know. Kuja's just as willing to talk his face off.]

I'm not sure that's the right question, really ...

[ Having reappeared again, he pumps a small dollop of cream into his hands.]

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[mountain_sage]

...

Is there such a thing as "the right question?"

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[narcissistic]

You'd better believe there is.

[ He quips, rubbing his hands together gently until the cream disperses. ]

You see, this realm is native to me ...

[ Emphasis met with manicured fingers pressing cockily to his collarbone. ]

... Not the other way around.

[ And for someone like him? That makes all the difference. ]