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"Wow! Miss you're really pretty!"

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"I’ll admit now that I do agree that beauty is a thing that should transcend gender", sighed Kuja, wasting no effort on the simple task of masking his impatience. A compliment was a compliment; that much he was willing to accept. It seemed pointless to focus on the details beyond that yet, even so —"So, I’ll tell you this — you find yourself gravely mistaken."

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"Is it a waste of time for those who get rich off of other people's death? Is it a waste of time for the ones who get exactly what they wanted as a result of it all?" asked Kuja, words rolling off his tongue, almost as if to taunt her, "For those who die in battle, there is pride to be one, and for those orchestrated it, there is glory. Though, in the end, all you really end up with is a few devastated countries and lands with corpses strewn all about. How tragic."

"It’s just.. a waste of time. War kills, war changes people!" Smacking down her foot on the ground, she shook her head. "It just has to stop! What is there to gain by fighting wars all the time except death and despair?! Do people enjoy killing that much?!”

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So it seemed she served under Ultimecia yet, somehow, Kuja was under the distinct impression she had been recruited by someone else altogether. Ultimecia had sought out those driven by raging ambition; those who would destroy everything in sight for the sake of some unique and important goal. Yet the girl who stood before him appeared innocent, possessing a strange kind of purity not born of something as simple as Light. In many ways, she looked to be human but it was rather clear that there was more to her than that. She held a form akin to that of a pixie -- she was a unique site, not like anything Kuja had known in his life.

  Having allowed his curiosities to take precedence within his mind, he had all but noticed her resting the crown upon his head. His surprise was mild and his bewilderment without consequence but he was startled all the same. That she could find joy in such simple tasks in a world born of turmoil and a raging lust for power was bizarre but somehow endearing all the same. "Tell me, then -- just what is this specific skillset?", he said, keeping an all too careful eye on her, " After all, not just anyone is allowed to wander so freely under Ultimecia's command. You're not a slave so you must be of some use, no?"

Though Rydia remained unfazed, eyes half-lidded while pale fingers picked and wove lilac’s stems into an intricate crown. “I’ve only not done anything because no one has asked me to. My skill-set is very specific.” She hummed, sitting back on her knees with extra care.

The way the sunlight shown upon such pretty green locks cast an otherworldly aura around the fey woman, hands preoccupied by careful work as she wove. Each color of blue, purple and pink shown perfectly between each green cord, appearing as an accessory for only the most prestigious of forest kings.

"You, actually. I side with you guys, only because… well, that doesn’t matter. But you don’t even know what it is that I do, so how can you insult it?” A curve graced plump lips, legs wobbling as they hoisted her up to stand. Both palms extended with the petal-made diadem upon them, head cocked slightly to one side. “Here. Take this. You don’t have to wear it if you don’t want, but… I hope I did okay.”

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"Oh, dear, I don't think anyone else is paying attention", said Kuja, with a gasp that saw itself sodden with sarcasm. He shook his head, the pity he felt for her all too evident  — his condescension went unmasked. "In any case, whether or not herbs are to be found here", he continued, "You will not lay your hands on them. This is not free land, and you should like to move along. For your own well-being, of course."

"Well that question aimed to anyone here who knew. But…" Just as she looked out at the area, it seemed the few people that were here earlier had cleared out. Why though? 

Turning back to the other, she eyed him head to toe and back. “But if you really don’t have the answer, then I suppose I will be on my way. No need for my time to be wasted.”

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"Perhaps not  — war is oft raged only in the interests of those who remain distanced from the fires it brings forth. Yet it is inevitable. Human nature dictates that mankind destroy each other. It rarely takes more than a small spark, and that alone should prove my point."

"Yeah but tension just causes more fights. And more fights means more wars. Is that what people really want?"

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"As immediately as you should see fit", said Kuja with a bow and a flourish of the hand, "Your comfort comes first and foremost — I would think it a dreadfully rude thing for me to come all the way only to boss you about!" The girl was surprisingly compliant; from the way Kefka had ranted and raved, Kuja had expected a greater challenge than this. Yet, despite it all, he was rather glad to know the burden would be lifted from his shoulders soon — he was not some hound that would be sent off to seek out whatever those above him so desired. It would do well to humour the hysterical fool for now but Kuja could hardly promise that he'd be quite so diligent in the future. "That said, it would be best if we could leave right this very minute, should it fail to inconvenience you", he went on, opting now for an expression built on a false desperation, a face that pleaded without want, "Any questions you may have, I am certain I can answer on the way."

A promise of a best attempt. Terra supposed that was the most she could ask for—if someone truly doesn’t know the answer to something, then they have nothing to give. As it were, she didn’t have a whole lot of room to be picky. Baron was proving to be deliberately unhelpful and increasingly less safe for her. A promise of something even only slightly better was a chance she couldn’t afford to pass by.

She nodded. “All right. I’ll go with you.” She cast another glance around. The guards had still not reappeared—it made her wonder if they were watching unseen from somewhere. “We’ll leave immediately, right?”

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"You disappoint me", he sighed, his voice soft yet clear, demanding attention without obtrusion. One leg crossed over the other and a hand raised to his jaw, he sat perched on the lower branches of a wizened old tree, watching the object of his disapproval with a expression that so clearly lacked any sense of joy or interest. There was not even faintest glint of intrigue within his eyes.  "You do nothing interesting whatsoever. Whomever has the misfortune to name you amongst their rankings has my deepest sympathies."

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"Now where's the fun in that? There's no harm in a little tension!"

"Why can’t we all.. y’know, get along?"

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"I'd have half the mind to smack you upside the head were I not certain you'd throw a hissy fit over it."

I… now that’s just rude. I WAS going to compliment you on your fabulous choice in shoes, but Nooooo, not now!”

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"Shout all you like, it won't change a thing. I care not what sins your friends commit nor whose blood does stain their hands. I beseech you now to tell me this; is your forgiveness true, or do you doubt your friends still?"

   ”They are my friends. That doesn’t mean I have to agree with what they are doing or have done. Forgiveness is part of living. You take that away and they’re done for!” 

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"My only intention was to make myself known. We are on the same side but I don't believe I know you that well. It seems just as well now, given what a dull thing you appear to be."

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"Did you need something of me, or was it simply your intention to waste my time?"

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"Nothing's ever going to happen if you waste all your time pondering what could be -- get on with the show, would you? You're only keeping yourself waiting!"

"And so begins a new day. I wonder… what shall it bring?"

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"Oh, do us all a favour, would you?                                                       —— Shut your mouth."

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"Now, that's the problem with rodents, isn't it?" mused Kuja, not yet ready to let up on the mock-dramatics, his arms stretched out beside him as if to emphasise his bewildered exasperation, "They're oh so very quiet." He began to pace around the small area to which Kefka had sent him, tapping his chin with a finger, his lips pursed in thought. His steps were light, as if he were walking upon fine quilt, and his back was straight, so showing him for the elegant man he was so proud of himself for being.  "Have you ever tried to chase the silence?" he went on, with a wide flourish of the hand. This same hand was then rested against his cheek as he shook his head against it, a soft sigh escaping from within him so as to show just how terrible a thought it was. "I know what we need; a mouse trap!" he exclaimed, clasping his hands together before him. He looked over his shoulder, eyes narrowed and lips curled, at the nearest group of workers. Fingers curled and a flare burst into form within his palm. He raised the orb above the opposite shoulder with intent to harm the unwitting men and woman working so busily away. "And I know just the bait for a self-indulgent fool with heroics on his mind!"

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                Was he not careful enough? Or were there really rats down here? Squall had kept as quiet as he could for this recon mission he appointed to himself. The lion didn’t dare peek around the corner for fear of giving himself away. There seemed to be no way to run unscathed. Flight wasn’t an option, so fight was going to have to do if hiding out  a while longer didn’t work.

                Though hearing footsteps grow louder and louder, he wasn’t so sure hiding was going to work either. This was either a completely stupid idea, or maybe there was hope of him surviving sneaking into enemy territory. Keeping his breathing quiet, he sat still behind a large supply crate of some kind, listening for the enemy’s footsteps.

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"Oh, you see, that depends", said Kuja, tapping himself lightly on the cheek with his index finger, his impatience thinly veiled. It was not as though negotiation was outwith the realms of comfort for his purpose had once been to spread the plague of war throughout humanity's ranks. False charm and coaxing speeches were something of a specialty of his, after all. The key was to observe your target, to tap into their wants and their desires, their fears and insecurities, and, then, go in for the kill, much like a cat stalks its prey before executing that fatal pounce. "I cannot predict how I'll answer when I have no clue as to what it is you wish to ask." There was no point in dragging this out any longer than necessary. Kefka had been impatient enough as it was and the whole task had seemed a rather desperate situation. Though, his role as Kefka's apparent lacky was hardly something in which he found any amount of comfort. Yet, despite his concerns, there was something about all of this that did please him. This was the gathering of the cast, was it not?  Gathering the pawns and assigning them their parts, watching them as they carried out their stories, written just for them.  What he desired most of all, though, was to aid in writing an honest Tragedy, to stand watch in the wings as all fell to shreds. Just who would be the foolish and kind-hearted hero who would fall prey to their own over-blown ego and exaggerated sense of justice? Just who would be the well-meaning idiot who would allow themselves to be destroyed from inside out? "After all, I cannot tell you what I do not know, now, can I?" he mused, a sarcastic comment steeped in false innocence. He wiped a few stray hairs out of his eyes, lips pulled into a untruthfully empathetic pout, "But, yes, very well, I will answer as best I can. I give you my word."

Her legs twitched when he moved closer—she’d nearly stepped away to preserve the distance, but she held her ground as well as eye contact.

Who would have ever thought she’d be in this position again? She was lost, barely had any understanding of what was going on, being followed by the city guard, and here comes a stranger out of nowhere, offering her safety and asking for her trust. It was almost as though she were reliving that night in Narshe all over again.

Except…this man wasn’t like Locke. In some ways, he more reminded her of Banon. His plea for her to join the Returners had been more outwardly persuasive than Locke’s or Edgar’s, and she this man was doing similarly. She’d never regretted her decision to join the Returners, though, and Banon really did have good intentions when he asked for her assistance. Surely this could not be so different? 

She was already in a bad situation—could she really afford to let help pass her by?

She glanced to the left and to the right before leaning forward. “Will you answer the questions the people here keep dodging?”

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"Do I look the sort to engage themselves with such messy hobbies?" He did very little to mask his irritation for he wished to make it known that his time was not there to be wasted.

"Does anyone happen to know where the best place to find herbs would be?" She’s looking into making her own potions, but they don’t need to know that yet.