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Sixth Act // [In person] - Karma

[If anyone tries to get into the Music Room they'll find that they can't. All they'll be able to hear from within is the loud blaring of a certain song. Inside Kuja's been bound to a chair. His Mary Sue the culprit. Cheerily she's humming along to the tune, magic building up around her hands, a blue colour instead of Kuja's purple. Whilst She's singing loudly to the song she's attacking him with her magic, Kuja having said all he could for the day he can't yell out. He's baffled as to how she over-powered him, but of course, she's so much better than him that she could restrict him from using his magic.

Not long after the song has started there comes the sound of explosions and the crackling of magic. His chair hits the floor, yes, he'd been cruel to her, but he didn't draw the process out. This was like her torturing him. Making sure that every spell caused as much, damage as the last one, building up the pain. He knew this was what she wanted, he could feel himself getting close to trance form his emotions over boiling. How dare she humiliate him like this whilst sounding as though she were strangling a cat in the process.

By the time she's done Kuja's left bleeding and scorched, writhing on the floor. As his magic's been restricted by her he can't transform. If she was going to best him then why didn't she just kill him. He'd rather die than live knowing he was inferior. Everything hurts and he can't heal himself.]

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[And here's L, investigating those explosions and weird music he heard. He's armed only with the tranquilizers he fashioned the previous week, but he'd never been able to catch Kuja. Until now.

The sight is not exactly what he expected. Psychotic killer or not, the man is severely wounded. L steps in and approaches cautiously.]

Can you speak?

[Kuja just wheezes, and shakes his head. He just wants to curl up and disappear. How humiliating being beaten by a disgusting fake.]

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[Sigh.]

I will provide you with medical assistance. But in return, you must agree to cooperate with me. Turn yourself into me and answer my questions. You have proven yourself to be a menace and I do not intend to allow you to hurt the residents of this manor.

[Worth a shot, right?]

[He snarls, clenching and unclenching his fists. Digging his sharpened fingernails into the carpet. Forcing himself to his feet he grabs some paper from the piano and scrawls. Badly.]

[He throws the piece of paper to the other his snarl continues, but barely able to support himself without holding himself up on the piano stool.]

[His eyes narrow. He will not be bullied by this megalomaniac.]

You do realise there is currently no escape. You say you have bigger fish to fry. There are no other fish. There are only the other residents of this manor, who you will be forced to live with, whether you desire it or not.

You have no power here.

[Continuing to snarl at him. He looks more like a wild animal backed into a corner, wanting nothing more than to retreat and lick his wounds. Quick to scrawl again, even though some letters looked slightly off thanks to his wrist cramping.]

[L only narrows his eyes.] If you attempt to hurt any of us, you will be detained. You will be held accountable for your actions. Our unwanted house guests might be invincible, but we are not. The only thing preventing me from arresting you is the fact that you are severely injured yourself.

If you believe you are the only powerful being here, you are incorrect. You need to rethink your situation very carefully. This is not a place where you would like to make enemies.

Such is the way of tyranny. We are not a dictatorship, and I will not allow one to form.

[Hunched one? Really?] It is for justice. Only that. [He chews on his thumbnail for a moment, looking over Kuja.] Why do you do what you do? You are obsessed with being the strongest, as you say. What do you have to gain from it?

[He pauses brows furrowing as he chews his lip. He would never say his battle against weakness was to just cover his raging inferiority complex, his entire reason for living just being a lie and nothing more than the 'pilot' creation - to be tossed away when a better design was available.]

[As he writes he's trembling, he's weary, physically and emotionally. Sleep sounds like a wonderful option.]

Yes they are. Just because you haven't met any yet does not mean they don't exist. Today you have encountered your first.

[He can tell Kuja's in pretty hurting shape. At this point, drugging him and dragging him somewhere would just reinforce Kuja's own argument. He will opt to show kindness... although if Kuja acts out against any of the manor residents, there will be trouble.]

There will not be a fight to the top. Not here. If we all work together, there can be peace and everyone will be safe.

Are you certain you don't need assistance?

[He looks at him with confusion. He can't make heads nor tails of this one.]

[If Kuja wasn't so proud then he'd ask for assistance to get him back to his room. But Kuja being Kuja wouldn't ask him. He'd just stagger there and hope for the best.]

[GOOD. Confusion is GOOD.]

I am hoping you will understand this extension of kindness and spare us harm. As I have said, however, if you do hurt any innocent person here, we will take action against you. By any means necessary.

[He extends a hand to help Kuja up. It's a risk worth taking, to show that things don't have to be all war and opposition.]

[No it's not! It's brain hurty and oh god why inducing! Meen meen hunched man..thing..]

[He narrows his eyes at the hand and sighs. Instead of accepting the hand he just lightly pushes it away and shakes his head. Forcing himself to his feet he attempts to head towards the door. He stops for a second and leaves just one last simple note.]

[Well. He tried. He straightens again. Or... as straight as L ever gets.]

We do not make sense to you because we go against your cutthroat ideals. There is evidence of kindness without a price.

I do hope you remember what I've said.

[He's not counting on it, but it was worth a shot. He'll walk away now, although he will keep his eyes peeled for someone to use that can beat Kuja, if it comes down to that.]

[Soubi enters the room some time later, looking vaguely annoyed. He had in fact been just under the music room during the time at which Kuja was being tortured: he had heard all the bangs. He expected to come up and tell whoever was making the noise to quiet down; instead, he finds this. It is neither surprising nor disturbing for him to see this. After all, from what he has seen through the blackberry network, this particular inmate has a habit of attracting violence. What a bother. Still, he has enough decency not to leave the man prone on the floor. Best get him to one of the doctors and be done with it. He strides over and kneels down beside Kuja.]

Shall I untie you, or would you rather be left alone?

[Kuja being unable to speak at this point just stays quiet. He would if he could speak anyway. Instead he tries to get up using his magic, he winces as nothing happens.]

....

[really, he just wants to be untied. Suffer this mortification in silence.]

[Soubi gets the picture and kneels down next to the injured man. With quick fingers he unties the ropes, but he won't let Kuja go. With one hand he holds both of Kuja's wrists together as the ropes had held them, slightly outwards from his body. He glances at Kuja as he starts untying the ropes on his legs with his other hand.]

Don't try to move your hands. It will be very painful unless you let the blood flow back into them first.

[And again as he finishes the ropes on his legs.]

Don't move your legs, either. I'll tell you when you can move again.

[Kuja's face twists into a snarl as he finds himself still being pinned down, he's not really about to trust someone who he doesn't know and is very intent on keeping him still.

Stubbornly he tries to bring himself to move his hands against the other's grip, writhing where he lay.]

[Kuja won't find it very easy to escape. After all, Soubi is perfectly healthy at the moment, uninjured and as strong as ever. Not to mention, Kuja is still on his back, legs danging over the upturned seat of the chair: not exactly a position of advantage. But Soubi feels Kuja's arms struggling desperately. Instead of letting him go, the blond man carefully uses his other hand to move Kuja's pointer finger up and down once. Kuja will probably feel a searing pain there from the blood-starved appendage. Soubi repeats what he has said.]

Don't move. It will hurt until the blood comes back into your limbs.

[Kuja hisses, wincing at the sudden throb. If his Sue hadn't done something to stop him from using magic...she probably cast reflect on him before she left, and one on her whilst she was attacking him. Damned woman! He tried to growl at Soubi, but no noise came out, it was nothing more than just baring his teeth at him.]

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[This was just hopeless. His face fell, unable to keep eye contact with him. This was pathetic.]

[Soubi's hand is feeling Kuja's pulse quicken on his wrist. Not necessarily a good thing, but at least the blood is moving. He decides to give Kuja another three minutes until he tests his hands again. Meanwhile, though, he's going to assess the rest of the damage. One must never leave a job unfinished, after all. Burns, scuffs, blooming bruises, open wounds. He moves his free hand over one of the larger burns - it's radiating heat into the air. This burn is bad, and if he can't get Kuja to one of the doctors soon, it will get infected. As he continues examining, he starts asking Kuja questions. At least the other man should be able to nod or shake his head.]

Was this your unwanted guest's doing?

[Mournfully he nods. If he didn't have this reflect cast on him he'd be able to cast Curaga on himself, instead of it healing someone else around him...he'd just need to wait until it wore off..but doctors. No, definitely not after what he did to Black Jack, he's aware of their friendship neither would help him. Not that he'd want it.]

...

[Soubi has just noticed another big burn on Kuja's side. He gently brushes a finger over it to feel how serious it is. Oh, it's hot. Another third-degree burn. Soubi doesn't know Kuja well, but he does know that he is a powerful magic-user. This experience of having to endure the pain must be a first for him.]

If it hadn't been your guest who attacked you, you might have been able to heal yourself, is that right?

[Kuja hisses through his teeth at the other touching his burns. He'll live...maybe the Author left him several potions in his room from his home world. Wearily he nods trying to get him to not touch anywhere else that's sore.]

Mm.

[Soubi gently bends Kuja's wrist again: no resistance that he can feel.]

If that didn't hurt, you can move again, if you like.

[He takes his hands off of Kuja, but doesn't move himself. He's going to wait for Kuja to make the first move, and then take him to where he can heal himself.]

[Kuja takes a deep breath and clenches his fists, Soubi hasn't done anything to hurt him, only help. Even so, he can't help but wonder what his true intentions are. He shoots him that curious look again as he forces himself to sit up slowly, still feeling dazed.]

[Soubi registers the suspicious look, but he certainly doesn't mind it; everyone looks at him that way. He's a suspicious-looking person, he supposes. He watches Kuja's movements carefully.]

If you can stand up, I'll help you get to the infirmary.

[Soubi remembers well enough what Kuja did to Black Jack, but in his eyes, that should not stop either doctor from tending to him. That's what doctors do, isn't it? Not that he would know; he's never been to see one.]

[Kuja expression turns sour and shakes his head. He doesn't need any doctors, he just needs to get to his room - somewhere to be able to lick his wounds. Struggling to his feet, he's shakey as can be expected. He'll push through his pain, because he's not going to let anyone see him be weak.

No doctors, no help - nobody, he's fine on his own.]

[Soubi stands as well, though he does not look as if he is about to reach out and touch Kuja, or even brace him if he stumbles. He'll follow him to make sure he gets to a place in which he can heal himself. A job should never go unfinished.]

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[Kuja staggers along clutching at his side, wincing with every movement. He supports himself against the wall as he carries on moving. He wants to tell Soubi to leave him be, having him hover around him like a bad smell is nothing short of degrading.]

[Soubi follows several steps behind, looking unconcerned but still watchful, until they get close to the hallway of bedrooms. He is keeping watch on how much Kuja is bleeding; the blood from the wounds that have not already been cauterized seems to be flowing still. He rather hopes that Kuja doesn't end up fainting from bloodloss; that would be a terrible bother.]

[As he sees his room he shudders. She could very easily track him down again when he was weak..but if she was going to kill him she'd have done it by now.

Even so. He was hazy. Heal himself and sleep. It would be a marvelous mix. Though the strain seemed to lift slightly when he was inside. Once inside he slumped on the floor, curling up.]

...

[Soubi watches him sink to the ground before entering the room. What a complete waste this was. Not that he had been doing much to begin with, but helping people he didn't know felt silly. Still, a job must never go unfinished. He crosses over to Kuja to see if the man is still awake.]

Don't go to sleep while you're still bleeding. You may bleed out. How will you heal yourself in here?

[Kuja looks at the other through slightly blurred vision. he stays still for a moment before forcing himself to crawl over to the bedside drawers. In there as expected is an intricately decorated bottle, containing some neon blueish green liquid. Grimacing he takes a large swig of the concoction. Potions always tasted so disgustingly neauseating.

He coughs as he watches a few of his wounds vaguely start rapidly healing over. If he wanted it to mostly heal he'd need to finish the bottle. Or see if he had a Hi-Potion...Something that wasn't an entirely appealing prospect.]

[Soubi watches this with interest. He's never seen any miracle drink like this before. He doesn't come any closer, but stares intently. If Kuja needs any help, he will need to give Soubi the okay to come over and help him. Or faint.]

[Kuja wipes his mouth with the back of his hand after he's done and sticks his tongue out. He glances back over his shoulder to the other, almost questioning why he's still there.

Wearily he pushes himself up on the bed and props himself up, running a hand through his hair.]

[Soubi takes a step back as Kuja gets onto the bed, allowing the man some privacy.]

Is the pain gone? If the wounds are healing, shall I lock the door while you rest?

[He cocks a brow at him but nods either way. He'll lock it himself when he's gone until then, he'll lounge and pretend that he's fine. When in reality he needs to fix a sorely shattered ego.]

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