-- 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

[blackestate]

"The butterfly's wings extend through most districts, including one residential, the pier, the buildings near the beach, and the marketplace. The highest concentration of explosives remains in a mansion quite close to the one in which the ball is being held now. We are avoiding the northern end of this strip for this very reason, sir

[de_novo_xiii]

"How curious...I know of only Nagi and Crawford, and now Mister Kent, who are after the fallen Schwartz members. Whoever organized this burning butterfly, and whatever befalls Miss Bennet- they may not be connected, but they'll prove useful for the Prodigy." He sighed, an invisible weight lifting partially off his shoulders.

"I am agitated." Kuja whispered, clenching and unclenching his fists as the barest sparks of power crackled at his fingertips. "But I think it would indeed be best if I went home. Just one thing-" He frowned thoughtfully, picking out a few more concealed explosives

[blackestate]

Sebastian said nothing, only a faint amused smile gracing his lips instead of words. Words that could perhaps clarify to Kuja the identity and purpose behind the explosions, or what kind of suspicious character was present at the ball

[de_novo_xiii]

"Alright..." Kuja answered, a little distracted. He was planning to use the attic window and sit atop the house like a cat might perch upon a ledge. The Genome wanted to try his hand at discharging a little of the energy running rampant through his veins. He wanted to gingerly test his abilities; to cast protective measures to ward off harm to himself and also to see if he could heal should harm actually befall him.

But not for too long, for of course once his patience gave way he would slink back to his balcony and watch as Rivelatans run about panicking.

Entering into the Estate, he removed his fur coat and cradled it in one arm.
"I'm going to get changed. Do whatever it is you need to do to the balcony. Oh and chamomile tea instead of cocoa please. My nerves need placating."