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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[Kuja however will underestimate them, or rather continue to look down his nose at them. He knew they couldn't ever hope to defeat him and so thought it was his right to think them inferior.]

All the more reason to believe this will be easier.

Our best target? The prissy bitch boy - Mello or something. He's somewhat of a short fuse burning - a hairline trigger temper if you will. We can use that against all of them. Find some dirt on them all and get his heckles up~ Turning them all on one another will only strengthen that rift between them.

[Oh-ho, now that is useful~] Then we have something to start looking for~ [After all, blackmail material ... or secrets people don't want getting out ... don't come from thin air...] I'm afraid I'm a recent arrival, so I'm hardly familiar with them as-yet, but the ones that preach about justice are prone to being frightfully ... transparent.

I was also thinking - they seem to have a recent victory to bring them credit ... it'd be a ~shame~ if it were to go wrong.

[Kuja absently twiddles his hair over his index finger as he thinks.]

Oh indeed they are frightfully so. And these are the people that the foolish residents are placing their faith in?

Oh yes, to further prove their incompetence if that delinquent were to be lost once again..?

From the looks of the network last week, they haven't earned much faith. Why, they could be brought to their knees before they've even had a chance to stand.

[And he self-consciously brushes the bangs on the right side out of his eye - something that will probably become a tic this week, with the alteration being insult to injury...]

Lost, and made an example of by someone else... [And he smiles too-cheerfully, yet coldly.] I have some personal business with that one.

Indeed, something I'm sure many would pay to see.

Oh? I'm sure you are one of a handful. There are some particularly vicious types here. Perhaps we ought to form a queue for a chance of revenge?

[He smiles brightly.] Oh, as long as the bastard suffers; I'd love to see him dead eventually, but I'll settle for "repeatedly".

How much do you know of our would-be lawkeepers?