Dom guys, eh?~ (first time posting here, hope I do well!)fallen_stageJuly 24 2010, 06:11:13 UTC
How lucky; a prisoner.
Kuja walked down the dark stone corridor to meet his newest guest; he had so few, after all, so he would make sure they were properly cared for. Fortunately the desert climate of his home prevented damp from claiming these stone walls - why, compared to the blazing climate outside, the cool depth were positively a relief!
Smiling at his jovial musings, Kuja stopped in front of the wooden door. Already he could hear the man's desperate yell. Well, it wouldn't do to keep his guest waiting. Kuja pushed open the door, walking into the cell to look down at his guest.
"I am your host. How are you enjoying your accommodations? I trust you find them satisfactory."
(We're in the same boat, then~)paladinforceJuly 24 2010, 06:22:14 UTC
Hadn't he seen this man before? Cecil's slim eyebrows furrowed as he took in sight of Kuja. "No," he said simply. "I've not enjoyed these conditions; they're very uncomfortable, as you can see." With a squirm, he struggled in his chains, his soft silver hair mussing around his face.
He didn't quite know why--or how he had ended up in the dark dungeon, in the first place. As he stopped struggling to breathe, he took one more glance around, before focusing on his captor. "May I inquire to your name, or the reason I have been brought here? I'm supposed to be with my friends!"
( \o/ also icon <3) Also this is strictly FF9!Kuja btw. I thought this could be his Desert Palacefallen_stageJuly 24 2010, 06:57:39 UTC
Kuja smiled more; his guest was so very polite, after all. What a pleasant surprise! Under the circumstances, Kuja expected more vitriol and violence. Surely that deserved an introduction, at the very least. Kuja bowed politely, although the amused smile remained in place.
"Why, certainly. You may call me Kuja. As for that... you should be more worried about yourself. After all, you are deep in the belly of my home, under tons of rock and sand, with nothing but desert and wild beasts for miles."
(<333) ooh, alright!paladinforceJuly 24 2010, 07:03:53 UTC
Cecil was not without manners. Kuja--Kuja, it rung in his head like a bell, but no squinting or shaking of his head would make it connect. "Both my light and darkness makes me strong, as soon as you release me, I will be able to take my leave easily."
If he allowed him.
A moment passed, before his head tilted to the side, and, with uncertainty, he spoke. "You... will release me, will you not?"
"Silence!" the first guard sharply ordered, unlocking the door and shoving it open just far enough for him and his partner to manhandle another hapless prisoner into the cell, dumping him face first on the floor. The dark-haired man let out a low groan but didn't otherwise respond, at least not until the two guards grabbed him by the chin and pried his mouth open to dump the contents of a metal flask down his throat. He fought back then, weakly, and coughed up the green-tinted solution in his struggle to breathe and not swallow anything, but the jailers were no strangers to this procedure, and they worked with ruthless efficiency to ensure that the rest of the liquid was drunk and not wasted
( ... )
Eyes filled with concern, Cecil watched as Zack was thrown in with him, near a hay pile. He winced, watching his sluggish movements, gathering that he had been either hurt or exhausted. How horrible... His eyes darted back up to glare at the threatening guard as he retreated. Cecil strained as much as he could, sitting up. "Are you well? Injuries, exhaustion--?" Maybe he couldn't fight back, but he still had his magic. Magic was just fine.
Cecil frowned at his bonds, blowing a hair or two out of his face to take a better look at the man on the stone floor. He was built like a fighter, lean muscle and strong shoulders. The clothes he wore... he reminded him of Cloud, one of his friends he had traveled with in the adjacent world. Strange.
[ooc: it could end up with just consensual sex with the both of them, of course. I don't mind. <3]
Slowly, slowly, Zack rolled himself up into a sitting position, bracing himself with one hand on the floor. He wasn't nearly as helpless as he had let on, but it wasn't as though it had all been completely an act either, seeing as he had been considerably roughed up by those guards prior to being tossed in here. And whatever it was that they had forced him to drink was certainly no potion. It hummed through his veins like mako, but there was a certain warmth to it as well, and it was settling right between his legs. Not good. Not good at all.
The SOLDIER squinted in the direction of Cecil's voice, blinking as his vision finally cleared, but then he was coughing again, bringing his hand up to his mouth to cover it. Once he could breathe once more, however, he managed to smile wryly over at the Knight and hold up the small key he had been hiding in his mouth the entire time. "I've been better, but I'll be okay. I just hope that you're Cecil Harvey, though."
If it had been a potion, Cecil wouldn't have been so concerned; but the way he was still curled over obviously meant that his injuries weren't healed. No potion had been forced down his throat, which meant they had made him drink something else. Whatever it was, Cecil was quite sure that it wasn't good. When eyes finally met, the young man offered Zack a kind, if tired, smile, that melted into shock--
and then, relief. A soft, generous smile stretched over his pallid face. He let out a quiet, choked laugh. "I am, and who are you? You bear a certain resemblance to a friend I hold dear, Cloud."
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Kuja walked down the dark stone corridor to meet his newest guest; he had so few, after all, so he would make sure they were properly cared for. Fortunately the desert climate of his home prevented damp from claiming these stone walls - why, compared to the blazing climate outside, the cool depth were positively a relief!
Smiling at his jovial musings, Kuja stopped in front of the wooden door. Already he could hear the man's desperate yell. Well, it wouldn't do to keep his guest waiting. Kuja pushed open the door, walking into the cell to look down at his guest.
"I am your host. How are you enjoying your accommodations? I trust you find them satisfactory."
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He didn't quite know why--or how he had ended up in the dark dungeon, in the first place. As he stopped struggling to breathe, he took one more glance around, before focusing on his captor. "May I inquire to your name, or the reason I have been brought here? I'm supposed to be with my friends!"
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"Why, certainly. You may call me Kuja. As for that... you should be more worried about yourself. After all, you are deep in the belly of my home, under tons of rock and sand, with nothing but desert and wild beasts for miles."
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If he allowed him.
A moment passed, before his head tilted to the side, and, with uncertainty, he spoke. "You... will release me, will you not?"
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Cecil frowned at his bonds, blowing a hair or two out of his face to take a better look at the man on the stone floor. He was built like a fighter, lean muscle and strong shoulders. The clothes he wore... he reminded him of Cloud, one of his friends he had traveled with in the adjacent world. Strange.
[ooc: it could end up with just consensual sex with the both of them, of course. I don't mind. <3]
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The SOLDIER squinted in the direction of Cecil's voice, blinking as his vision finally cleared, but then he was coughing again, bringing his hand up to his mouth to cover it. Once he could breathe once more, however, he managed to smile wryly over at the Knight and hold up the small key he had been hiding in his mouth the entire time. "I've been better, but I'll be okay. I just hope that you're Cecil Harvey, though."
((ooc: Yay!))
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and then, relief. A soft, generous smile stretched over his pallid face. He let out a quiet, choked laugh. "I am, and who are you? You bear a certain resemblance to a friend I hold dear, Cloud."
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