badfic_manor | Fourteenth Act // [Video] - No longer we'll sing through the day, of the lives we lost and reclaimed

[Kuja appears on the feed, tossing his hair over his shoulder and making a melodramatic sigh. Everything going on this week was ridiculous. Normally he enjoyed a bit of chaos for the sake of entertainment, but.. this was nothing short of a droll performance with over-rated actors and actresses who hadn't a clue what they were doing.]

Has it occurred to none of you fools that, perchance if you'd asked for my assistance, I could have saved all those who have died so far? You would have had your answers. You ask for anyone with information to come forward - How about you simpletons all swallow that damn pride and talk to one another? You're beginning to make me doubt your supposed intelligence. Or shall I continue insulting what little you all seem to possess between you?

Too many cooks spoil the broth and that's apparent here. Your petty pride complexes are making this entire 'case' counter productive and making things easier for the killer to strike again. Why else did Sheldon and Oz unnecessarily die? Because you weren't quick enough to work together after the first death. Your incompetence is nothing short of unspeakable.

[The feed cuts out.]

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You could have done a piece on the riots? The stupidity of that could double your rant, I'd say.

[Trololololololol, he would have had he not been an active and enthusiastic participant.]

Oh, I was rather fond of the riots. It allowed me to blow off some frustrations these fools have been causing me. Perhaps you ought to try it. Even if it's simply throwing plates, it's a wonderous relief.

I appreciate the thought but no thank you, not for me.

I've broken far too many things recently.

I'm Lucy, by the way.

Kuja. A pleasure.

Oh? Please do tell.

It's not really something I want to talk about, and certainly not something to discuss when meeting someone for the first time...

Please yourself~ Though I would recommend it at some stage. Destruction breeds creation. For things to chance you must destroy what was in place before.

What a poetic philosophy.

I must tell that one to my husband when he comes to take me home.

It is true within anything. Everything works in cycles and patterns. No matter where you look.