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

[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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[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.

Oh do tell. Epiphanies always warrant sharing.

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.

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.

Even if to rule this place there is nothing to be gained.. but really, villains that are simply looking for materialism and gain are always such hollow characters setting themselves up for disappointment and failure.

[Cocking a smirk, he approaches her, giving the woman a once over.]

Tell me, my posh tottie, do you think that it would be more interesting to watch the detectives to become corrupt, or for the villain to suffer at the hands of his own greed?

Firstly, don't call me that.

Secondly, you seem to believe there's a definite divide between good and bad. Is that really the case?

My husband is seen by most of the world as a megalomaniac villain, but behind closed doors he's not everything he'd appear to be.

I must admit though, seeing those who believe their so good and righteous, those who believe they have divine right to judge everyone else... it is interesting to see them spoil and fall.

But I have nicknames for everyone here~ What would you prefer?

Of course, it's much more greyscale than many would believe, but for some, there has to be absolutes otherwise they can't cope.

Then how about I make it so? Find a way to show them up for the frauds they are?

Something that doesn't make me sound like a prostitute would be preferable.

Anyway, I'd be extremely stupid to get mixed up with another trouble maker.

You do as you wish, but, however fascinated I might be, I shouldn't have any part in it.

[He laughs, he hadn't really thought of it that way. But then again with such bright red lipstick it did look rather provocative.]
I shall have to inform you when I've been struck by inspiration.

It is merely within my nature. I was designed this way, so it's out of my control.

What have you to lose, Lady Pandora? Open the box, see where temptation might lead you.

I know where temptation leads - it leads to a destroyed planet and domestic abuse.

[she says it almost casually, but her eyes darken a little]

[Kuja scoffs.]

He sees fit to take over a world and then because he's so dissatisfied, he feels the need to raise his hand to his wife? What a pathetic little man.

Why destroy what you can rule? Such small mindedness. Come, Pandora, let's see where this box will lead.

[He offers his hand out, giving her a sweet little smile.]

[She's ridiculously easily led, and tempted far to easily by the likes of Kuja... Charming, interesting, powerful, confident, willing to pay her attention.

She hesitates for a moment, then takes his hand uncertainly.]

[His smile broadens as he clasps her hand tightly. Another person he could use for his own means. Soon enough he'd have a circle of allies and such at this rate.]

Now, from an outsider's perspective. What would you say is collectively the detective's biggest flaws we might prey upon?

Their belief that they're superior? It's easy enough for others to believe they think themselves better than them.

[Lucy needed this - someone to guide her, pay her a little attention, get her involved, dominate her a little. She was quite lost by herself.]

And you would be correct~ In their world, they're classed as better through society. Here, we lack it.

[He begins leading her down the stairs to the kitchen. Yes, it was risky openly discussing this, but really, he didn't care. Everyone saw him as all talk, which he could work very easily to his advantage.]

So, we shall have to find a way to create a catch 22. Damned if they do, damned if they don't.

That will be difficult without it seeming false.

Do you have any ideas?

Of course, unless we gather the opinions of others. We simply use the power of suggestion. The most subtle of things can influence an entire train of thought unnoticed.

Do or die situations simply cannot be created without inspiration. You must seize the moment when it arises. Though considering their track record it shouldn't be too long until another rears it's head.

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