Fifteenth Act // I'll cast you a spell, a magic where everyone plays dead forever..[In Person]

[featherdrequiem.livejournal.com]

[Kuja hadn't liked this week one bit. He was reduced to a regular human, a very pretty human, but, ultimately useless. His once lavender silver hair had become platinum blonde, no sign of a tail or the feathers in his hair. It bothered him greatly, this was the second time the Hack writer had messed with his appearance. But worst of all.. now that Eddie had disappeared, really been written out like he said he would be, he lacked his moral compass. He didn't know what to do with himself. If he had his powers he'd set about stirring up trouble, cause more glorious havoc upon the residents just to hear the melody of their screams.]

Hmph. 

[Despite being able to do very little.. he can't help but walk past a vase, and as he does so, backhand it. Sending it crashing to the floor. Thankfully he misses a shard going into his foot, but staring at the china vase in pieces he begins to find himself mulling things over. Eddie would have told him to help the others, take a stand against the Author..But... Perhaps this performance would be much more entertaining for himself, if there was more than one role for the 'protagonists' to hate? Death itself, held no fear here. If you died you simply returned. But he'd always been a capricious sort of being. If the means by death and suffering were to become even more sporadic and whimsical... Perhaps things would become much more interesting. Heroes needed a villain to fight, a common goal, something to constantly bring them together - The Author, was no longer enough.]

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[In Person]

[an-adoring-wife.livejournal.com]

[Lucy is watching, an amused smile playing across her features]

Permit me an observation - that looks like a bad mood.

[In Person]

[featherdrequiem.livejournal.com]

[Looking up from the remnants of the vase, a smile dances across his features. Childlike. But the one thing people never realised, was that a child's heart was one of the most dangerous things in the world. You could commit such great acts of evil and never know...]

I'd correct that observation and say rathermore an epiphany.

[In Person]

[an-adoring-wife.livejournal.com]

Oh do tell. Epiphanies always warrant sharing.

[In Person]

[featherdrequiem.livejournal.com]

To ever accomplish anything, to breed change, there must be something to trigger it. The Author has been a struggling dying act. In order for us to progress here we need a new lead villainous role to claim center stage. Something to unite all the pretentious heroes or, quite simply to show them up for the fakes they truly are.

[In Person]

[an-adoring-wife.livejournal.com]

You're saying the place needs an antagonist to spice things up?

[Lucy looks at him with a raised eyebrow]

... I suppose I understand that.

[picklesgonewild.livejournal.com]

[Piccolo was simply headed to the kitchen in a bit of a daze, he just walked by Kuja not even noticing the smaller man. Human had to eat... or something... it was yet another unfamiliar weakness he wasn't fond of getting to know.]

[featherdrequiem.livejournal.com]

[Looking up, Kuja didn't recognise the new human. Though when he nearly knocked him out of carelessness, well, Kuja just wasn't going to stand for it.]

Excuse me you troglodyte, you very nearly knocked me over. Aren't you going to apologise?

[picklesgonewild.livejournal.com]

[Piccolo just turned to stare the... little blond thing. 'The hell was a tro...whatever it was? Ugh, like he didn't have enough of a headache. And that voice... had he been in his right mind he probably just would have punched something out of reflex. But no, he turned forward and trudged on once again.]

[featherdrequiem.livejournal.com]

[His eyes narrowed and let out a huff, strutting after the brooding brute. His small heels clacking against the wood. He tries to take a grip on his sleeve and hisses.]

What's wrong? The cat got your tongue you pathetic oaf?

[abluechild.livejournal.com]

[kldsjflksjdflkasjdf Now you've done it. You've angered the teenage girl with the bad temper... and usually a mop.]

Hey! What the Hell did you do that for?

[She is angrily moving over to pick up the broken glass]

Don't you know someone could hurt themselves on this!?

[featherdrequiem.livejournal.com]

[Kuja looks up. Though it seems more like every word Aoko said came out as a high pitched ringing.]

Then it would teach them to look where they're going wouldn't it?

[Shrugging her comment off he sets off down the stairs.]

This place needs a new role to be brought in.

[abluechild.livejournal.com]

No it doesn't.

[she's pretty much ignoring your opinion because you BROKE A VASE. And she is picking up the large pieces.]

[featherdrequiem.livejournal.com]

The Author no longer counts as enough of a common cause for us to join together in harmony.

Something else needs to happen for us to find reason to work together again.

[In Person]

[nuitdushasseur.livejournal.com]

[He'd been somewhat restless - there were only so many places to sit quietly with a book and try to watch - and there had been changes, so he was idly wandering the halls... Maybe to overhear about his new target, the murderer, maybe to find something interesting.]

[Something interesting, like a bout of frustration.]

He leaned on the wall, casually observing.]. Troubled?

[In Person]

[featherdrequiem.livejournal.com]

[Looking up Kuja pushes his hair from his face, greeting him with a sickeningly sweet smile. Loaded, but a smile nonetheless.]

Maybe if for a moment. I've been blessed with an epiphany.

[In Person]

[nuitdushasseur.livejournal.com]

[The smile only amuses him into what's almost an echo of a very similar sort of expression.]

Really? Care to share? Or is it more of a private matter?

[In Person]

[featherdrequiem.livejournal.com]

[Kuja then smiles that token smile. Jovially sinister. His index finger hooks just over his lips and raises his brows.]

That depends if you're interested in turning this failing performance into a beautiful tragedy.

[cuteuketwin.livejournal.com]

Someone seems to be in a bad mood.

[featherdrequiem.livejournal.com]

[He tosses his hair over his shoulder and hums, considering the question.]

Maybe when I awoke this morning, though I've come to the conclusion the only way to fix this is if I were to shake things up a little.

[cuteuketwin.livejournal.com]

What do you mean by shaking things up?

[featherdrequiem.livejournal.com]

[Kuja throws a snarky sort of snerk over his shoulder.]

Something perhaps a little more serious than the tom-foolery that you're familiar with.

[finalarbiter.livejournal.com]

[Having seen Piccolo, Light knows that the Author has made everyone become human this week. As he's never met Kuja, he can't decide if the wanton destruction is out of anger from having lost his powers, or boredom from breathing in too much stifling Manor filtered air. Perhaps a combination of both. Interesting.]

I never did like the decor here.

[featherdrequiem.livejournal.com]

It's truly hideous is it not? But I suppose little else could be expected of a hack writer.

[He looks up, just giving the boy a once over.]

Are you here expecting a free show?

[finalarbiter.livejournal.com]

It depends on how you look at it. I'd be lying if I said I wasn't bored to tears here. On the other hand, clearly you feel the same way. It's up to you to decide how to interpret that.

[featherdrequiem.livejournal.com]

[Kuja hums, debating his response.]

Might I be able to interest you in a darker twist to this farce?