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[With Veigue being too preoccupied to have done much of anything but changed into her regular attire and read up on the bare basics, the Vine has taken it upon itself to showcase the newcomer. Alas, its timing leaves a bit to be desired
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[the yell startles her, and she turns, nearly dropping that pot she's holding. She knows the voice, even though she's only heard it exactly like this once, that time with the phantoms. And the words spoken make it unmistakable. Her heart leaps into her throat, rendering her speechless for a long moment.]
[Veigue. It's Veigue, it has to be. She's long since come to terms with the fact that should anyone male she knows arrive here, they'll look different. But she can hardly care about that without being hypocritical.]
[she puts the pot on the stove hastily and rushes over to the mirror, beckoning for it to clear again. Not stopping to think that she might not be recognized.]
Veigue! It's all right, I'm safe--it's all right!
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Claire?
[the voice draws her attention away from the harpy, whom doesn't take kindly to being ignored and takes a swipe the moment Veigue looks over her shoulder. The talon scratches one of her arms, and Veigue flinches; but retaliates with a cry and a downward swipe of her own, covering the broadsword with a coat of ice as she smashes the harpy onto the ground.]
[for the time being, at least, the creature relents and lies there limply.]
[Veigue rushes over to the mirror, not yet in close enough proximity to see whose face awaits her on the other end.]
Claire! Is that --
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I'm here...! I knew I'd see you again, somehow--
[as she leans forward, blue hair slips into her field of vision over her shoulder, and she stops, looking down at it. Agarte's hair. Of course. She takes a deep breath. No, believe. Veigue is Veigue, and she'll understand. They've known each other so long.]
Even if we both look different...
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[and at that very moment, Claire's words are forgotten as nothing but her appearance registers. The change in attitude is instant.]
Agarte . . . ! What did you do to Claire!?
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[Then the form of Kuja appears to accompany the voice, seemingly from nowhere. Floating in midair, she extends an arm with a flourish. At once, the harpy is enveloped in rose-colored fire. It dies very quickly. It hardly has time to scream before it's reduced to ash. But she does hear that same pretty little scream again, which had so pleased her when she'd witnessed Gavril killing one of the creatures. She had wanted to hear it again, and so she had. Her act of kindness done, Kuja smiles down benevolently, not that she does a very good job of appearing benevolent. Her gaze is more of a cold and critical kind.]
There. Now you've seen how such things are properly done.
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Force? But Mao commands the Force of Fire.
She returns that gaze with a serious one.]
Who are you . . .
[No, never mind that.]
Where's Claire?
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Claire? A proper name, I assume? Let's see... Is it the architect? The dull and dreary monster? The shining silver goddess, perhaps? [She gives a small laugh.] No, I doubt you'd be looking for her. Maybe one of the silly children? There's the hooded one and the brown one. And there's my bluebird, who sings so sweetly of past sorrows.
My little dead one is gone, sadly. There are the well-spoken ones, the dun and the gold--the gold one's still here, but the other's faded away.
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Veigue was never one for beating around the bush, and most certainly doesn't have the patience for Kuja's long-wired -- and most of all, unclear -- response. But if this woman knows something, anything, she'll take what she's given.]
. . . the gold one?
[Or is she just talking about another bird?]
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