Characters: Vayne Solidor, Kuja Progress: Ongoing Summary: How to make tools of war with Mist 101 Location: Troia Date: One week after this Warnings: None
Vayne received the message and snorted at it. Someone else who found this town little more than a hub for peasants. Hardly anything to match the grandeur of his own Archades. Still, a conquest was a conquest, which emboldened him to continue with his plans.
Upon his arrival at the inn, his company was easy to locate. All others bore the distinct appearance of provincial, whereas this other stood out. His taste in attire was questionable at best, but this was perhaps for the best. "Kuja, is it not?"
For someone who fancied himself being catered to like royalty, Vayne took far too long for his liking. But nevertheless when he appeared Kuja put on a façade and smiled warm, pleasantly, deceivingly. “Vayne Solidor. I am glad that you have made it.”
When he stood, if Vayne thought that his wears were atrocious by any means, he would be viewing further proof to that claim. Stands of hair that rolled down his front during movement were flipped over, joining the rest of the mane. “Do you have a location in mind we could go to?” It was obvious he didn’t want to remain here. The stage must be set elsewhere.
"Indeed. I have taken residence within the castle," he replied stoically, not at all impressed with the man's clothing or hair. He thought at once that these tools had best be of good use or he would be inclined to punch that feminine face in before ending his life. "Will that be adequate, or does your demonstration require more space?"
“Within the castle,” he repeated, a callow chuckle to follow. “If you don’t mind seeing it torn down, it is appropriate. We are talking about tools of war here, bent on destruction and chaos.” As much as he would not have minded witnessing a Mistodon go crashing through walls and guards alike, that act would bring about undesirable consequences, namely too much attention. “If it is your desire to see terror reign the castle would be perfect. I’m merely here for the presentation. It is you who will be using it as you please. You or your comrade, if I remember correctly. What are your intentions once you possess this knowledge? I’m sure you understand the reason behind my asking.”
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Upon his arrival at the inn, his company was easy to locate. All others bore the distinct appearance of provincial, whereas this other stood out. His taste in attire was questionable at best, but this was perhaps for the best. "Kuja, is it not?"
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When he stood, if Vayne thought that his wears were atrocious by any means, he would be viewing further proof to that claim. Stands of hair that rolled down his front during movement were flipped over, joining the rest of the mane. “Do you have a location in mind we could go to?” It was obvious he didn’t want to remain here. The stage must be set elsewhere.
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