Towers of Learning

[existwithoutme]

Characters: open to all
Date: today and subsequent days
Summary: Kuja has completed her library and museum; all are welcome to enter.
Warnings: None, will update if, by chance, anything happens

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[a_good_daughter]

[Kadaj stands in the paved square, alone. She stares at the buildings, firms her stance on the pavement beneath her feet. Some things about this place remind her of Edge. Kadaj traces the angles of the walls and thinks of her sisters. She takes in the roofline and remembers dying. High above the ground.

But this is not Edge. There is too much that is fanciful here. Too much that is free.
The beasts attract her and she approaches them, lingering in the entrance under their stone eyes.]

[existwithoutme]

[Kuja notices her little goddess (as she thinks of her) and draws near, in spite of her own common, golden appearance and her tail. She doesn't like that reminder of the one who made her, of being made.]

Those are replicas of statues that stand in my palace.

[a_good_daughter]

{Kadaj moves her shoulders as if shifting a weight. She speaks without taking her eyes from the statues-- at first.]

Did you make all this to remind you of your palace? Does it remind you?

You've changed-- why?
[Kadaj nods, her eyebrows rising.] You look both more and less human. If that is possible.

[existwithoutme]

No, not at all. I need no reminders. I am not sentimental, but they were pieces that appealed to me aesthetically, so I thought I would recreate them here for the pleasure of it. [Yet she doesn't say why she made the place as whole.]

[Kuja doesn't like the reminder of her appearance, but she remains calm for the moment.] Yes, sometimes this place alters our appearance when we create too much. It is a temporary effect, nothing more.

[prejudical]

[ There is not much for her to do, but find herself in entertainment with the vines and mirrors, and those projected on it. Information that she keeps for herself, to use when she needs it best, hidden in the quiet presence of her mind. Normally, the small conversation made amongst some certainly bored her, but she held out the hope of finding something in the words of others. About this place, the presence it seems to hold, and the one who seems to be behind it all―a so-called QueenFor today, she seems to be more interested in, what seems to be, the newest museum and library built here. An interesting way to occupy her time here, until she finds something else to do, for she is well-versed in such things. A childhood of poetry and music, raising her to be whom she is today, certainly keeps her interests garnered into these kinds of things

argh, sorry so sloooow

[existwithoutme]

[Though she shows herself rarely, Kuja is lurking around the museum and library. It's easy for her to hide herself with her magic.

She doesn't like the state she's in: the golden hair and tail, but it can't be helped, can it? Another silly little side effect. What is even the point of them? Other than the seeming intention to humiliate her. Well, she won't be humiliated. A mere cosmetic change won't stop her from doing as she likes.

She's a little interested in reactions to her efforts, though she's not expecting much from the population here. Most of them seem dreadfully dull. Still, she does hope to find some who aren't, so she approaches this human in a friendly enough manner.]

Good afternoon. I hope you're enjoying my collection.