Sixth Act // [In person] - Karma

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[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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[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?

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[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.]

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[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.]

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[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.]

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[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?

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[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.]