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“Come on, people! Today's act will be so hard-breaking, you will cry rivers for hours! Join us in the Theater-District and watch our beautifully performed Act 'I want to be your Canary'! The first 20 Tickets are free!”
Lindblum was buzzing with people today. They had rebuild the town pretty well and already the Theater-District was throwing out new tickets for plays. Among the people in the front was a tall man, his body covered by a cloak that only left his shoes and part of his face visible. The darkness under the hood was keeping most of his face hidden from the sight of the people around him. It had been mere coincidence that he had been walking down the street when the announcement was made.
The young man stopped him, throwing a grin at him and telling him about today's piece that would be played soon. Kuja couldn't help but chuckle when he heard the name. That piece of all possible options had to be played when HE was here? It was so ironic he almost BURST out laughing, wouldn't he have not been able to stop that emotional outbreak in time. He didn't want people to get curious about him and ask questions. He had enough money with him to easily buy a ticket, but that man just pressed the free one in his hand and went on. Kuja's eyes just blankly looked at the ticket in his hand, his mind unable to process for a moment that he had just been given something out of generosity from a stranger. Would they know who he was, they wouldn't even think about giving him anything except most likely trying to stab him into his heart, screaming at him of what kind of monster he was.
The Genome just stood there for a moment, almost frozen when so many thoughts crossed his mind. He had not wanted to come here again.. never... so why was he here after all? Maybe his consciousness had brought him here to check how the world was doing on it's recover. Yeah, that must be it, but still it felt.. strange.. to worry about something in his life. His eyes locked back unto the object in his hand, his head shaking, eyes tracing his surroundings for a moment before they stopped to look at a young man close by. His steps carried him over to the said person, his long fingernails on his hand touching the mans shoulder before simply holding out the ticket in the others direction.
“You. You don't seem to be from around these part. If you have a interest in acting, take this. I am in no need of it."
It didn't feel right for him to get something for free. He would buy his own ticket and give this one to the boy. The Genome didn't know who he was, but he didn't care either.
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Post by Dieter Wolfram on Feb 28, 2018 6:46:57 GMT -5
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[attr="class","rhythm"] ❝ I watch as they fade one by one
| Lindblum’s weatherworn cobblestone streets buzzed excitably with a plethora of performers advertising “I want to be your Canary.”. For the most part, The Dark Knight elected to politely decline, shaking his head dismissively at their attempts to peddle a ticket off on him. However, one of the Lindblum’s Guards made it a point to halt him, excitably exclaiming about the upcoming annual ‘Festival of the Hunt’. The Archdaemon’s brow inched upwards, his interest piqued as the Guard reached into a satchel to extract a flier, its’ bottom portion also served as the entry slip. Dieter’s verdant eyes scanned over the parchment, surprised to see that it included a brief lay out of the creatures that they’d permitted to flood the cities’ walls. Most were relatively harmless; however, they’d mentioned that there was a rampaging Zaghnol – a creature charges its’ own attacks by electrocuting itself.
The proposed challenge and mention of a sizable reward were certainly enticing, albeit, his business took precedence over such a flagrant misuse of his time – his current objective was to establish a point of contact for Nils. With a polite nod of his head, the Dark Knight folded the parchment and tucked it into the leather satchel that hung off his right hip. With that interaction concluded, Dieter pivoted on his heels and made his ways towards the theatrical district, if only to abate the incessant pestering of the performers. By the time he’d arrived, the Performers had just finished raffling off a total of twenty free tickets, the last one which went to a cloaked induvial. That same individual took the time to approach him, their long spindly fingers closing around his shoulder.
The Dark Knight’s verdant eyes widened in surprise as he’d whipped around, further taken back by the cloaked man’s close proximity. It took him a moment or two to register that effeminate man had also extended something to him, the last free ticket. For a moment or two Dieter remained silent, tentatively reaching out to extract the ticket from between Kuja’s fingers.
“Thank you, aren’t you going to attend?”
The Dark Knight inquired, attempting to peer beneath the cloak, although he wasn’t able to discern much aside from the fact that they were quite beautiful and had hoary-hair.
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The young man he had chosen to talk to was a rather good-looking person. He had a strange aura around him, but Kuja tried not to get into it more. He just wanted to give him the ticket and continue on his way. The blond seemed confused by Kuja’s actions,but after a short silence between them, he would extend his hand and take the ticket from his slender fingers. The boy asked him if he didn’t want to go and Kuja couldn’t help but chuckle at it. He enjoyed good acting, but could he really go and look at the favourite play of the person who’s live he had taken? No, not just taken... destroyed. Shattered. A cold shiver ran down his spine again, even reaching his hidden tail. The genome was sure it would have flicked at that emotion, but it was tied up so it couldn’t move one bit to be uncovered from his hiding. “Maybe I will.. but not with this.”, he would say with his soft voice before he stepped past the man to continue on his way to the ticket-shop to get himself a ticket that he could buy with his own money. “Enjoy it. A drama and romance is always a good mix.”He should know. After he had left the kid without waiting for an answer, he would easily find his way to the ticket shop to get himself his own to enter the Theater like all the rich men did, sitting down in the back, his legs crossed over each other just like his arms as he leaned back with a sigh, closing his eyes for a moment. The seats next to him were empty.. of course. He had taken the more comfortable ones that needed a lot of money or pure luck to get to. Here he could peacefully watch everything without having to deal with the people of this city. He still had SOME class left. Watching with thieves and dirty peasants would not make him feel comfortable. Kuja’s eyes searched his surroundings for a moment, seeming to make sure that no one was able to see him from the position he was sitting in. When he saw that the coast was clear, he would softly touch his coat and pull the hood from his head, shaking his hair free. “I just don’t like to hide my beauty.”, he chuckled at himself. Dieter Wolfram
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Post by Dieter Wolfram on Mar 1, 2018 5:50:03 GMT -5
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[attr="class","rhythm"] ❝ I watch as they fade one by one
| Kuja’s sultry tone lingered, its’ effeminate tone resonated throughout the Dark Knight’s thoughts for a handful of seconds after his hooded companion had taken his leave. Before Dieter could further inquire about the nature of “ I Want to Be Your Canary”, the mysterious cloaked figure had already blended into the crowd. A dejected sigh slipped from Dieter’s lips as he’d studied the ticket he’d been handed, his verdant eyes skimmed over it until he’d founded his designed seat. While making his way towards the Ticket Attendants, Dieter spared one final fleeting glance over his shoulder – a last ditch effort to scan the crowd for any sign of Kuja’s cloak.
The Dark Knight knew that tracking down Kuja was child’s play, especially if he’d surrendered himself to his innate bestial nature. No, it wasn’t worth it , Dieter reminded himself with a dismissive shake of his head. First and foremost, Dieter knew that the sudden drastic shift in his appearance would draw unwanted attention to himself. More importantly, the Dark Knight wasn’t certain how the general populace would respond to his daemonic visage – he’d already been hunted and prosecuted in his past. For the time being, Dieter trudged through the slow-moving crowd as various patrons attempted to settle into their seats.
The ticket Kuja had offered him was worth its’ weight in gold, well, that was to a theatre fanatic – it was a third-row veranda seat. To his surprise, one of the attendants halted him when he’d tried to enter the booth, surprised that they’d taken the time to actually inspect his ticket before ushering him inwards. Before he could reach his seat, that same haunting satiny tone could be heard, just a handful of feet away. His head craned in the general direction, his verdant eyes widening in surprise as Kuja’s hood slid down to reveal his hoary tresses. The Genomne’s piercing lavender eyes were entrancing, their depths filled with a certain loneliness that resonated with him
The Dark Knight brought his hand to his mouth, coughing audible to alert Kuja to his presence as before he’d made his way down the row of seats, taking a seat two away.
“So is this a favorite play of yours?”
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The genome had not expected to be interrupted so soon and definitely not by the person he had just met not long ago and gave the ticket to. Kuja blinked in surprise and turned his head to the young man that entered the scene and seated himself a little away from Kuja. The young man couldn't help but wonder why they would give out such expensive tickets for free? Maybe they were desperate or it was just an act of generosity he couldn't understand. The genome shook his head slightly, sighing as he leaned back into the chair again, closing his eyes. “My, my... here I thought I could take a moment for myself.”, he would joke in a way, placing his arm on the armrest, using his hand to place it under his chin, resting the weight of his head on it for now as he opened his eyes again to look down at the stage that was being prepared for the Act to start. “A favorite? No.. I just happened to be here when they decided to have a play. Truly a strange coincidence for it to be this one, I must say.”
Yeah, fate really was playing with him today. The bigger question on his mind was however, WHY he decided to sit down in this theater and watch it of all things. He could have done so many other things and he decided to do THIS. What was wrong with him? It was only bringing bad memories to his mind. Suddenly, Kuja didn't know if he wanted to have a conversation with anyone right now, but this young man had sparked his interest. He had something ancient on him close to the powers of the lifa tree or Garland's presence. His curiosity was getting the better of him right now, despite the sinking feeling that set in his stomach. “It must also be a strange coincidence for you to be here, sharing the same space as I do. Almost makes you wonder if there is a deeper meaning to our meeting, does it not?”
Kuja spared the man a short glance before returning his attention to the curtains that started to move, the orchestra starting to play to begin the play “I want to be your Canary”. Dieter Wolfram
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Post by Dieter Wolfram on Mar 2, 2018 21:10:06 GMT -5
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[attr="class","really"] [attr="class","exhausted"]What good is a star that has lost its light?
[attr="class","rhythm"] ❝ I watch as they fade one by one
| The corners of Dieter’s lips twitched, threatening to curve upwards into a mirthful grin. Fortunately, he’d managed to suppress the urge to smirk at the hoary-haired Genomes momentary disbelief. The Dark Knight’s verdant gaze lingered upon Kuja’s features for a few moments longer, albeit, arguably for longer than appropriate. Now he understood other’s blight, Kuja’s androgynous features made it hard to discern his gender at a glance – either way the hoary-haired Genome was breathtakingly beautiful. Dieter’s attention shifted to the stage as he’d caught a glimpse of a few of the stage-hands frantically bolting back and forth to make last second corrections. Kuja’s whimsical utterance was almost enough to make the Dark Knight feel as if he’d inconvenienced his new-found companion. However, Kuja’s playful tone dispelled such a notion, not to mention that Genome’s body language wasn’t uninviting or closed off.
His head craned back in Kuja’s direction as he’d awaited an answer to his previous inquiry. It was only then that he’d noticed the Kuja had shifted positions, now he had one arm draped across the rest and his other hand precariously cradled beneath his chin. If it weren’t for the steady-rise and fall of his chest, Dieter would have sworn the man was carved from marble. The Genome’s explanation painted the picture that while “I Want to Be Your Canary” wasn’t his favorite, it was one that he’d partaken in before. For the time being, the Dark Knight’s curiosity was abated, not to mention, Dieter felt it would be rude to pry any further – now simply wasn’t an appropriate time.
“Our Astrologist, believe that from birth, our fates are predetermined by the stars. Who are we to try to interpret their meanings?”
Dieter retorted playfully, his lips curved upwards into a mirthful grin as his attention shifted back towards the stage. The Dark Knight’s lackluster jade eyes glimmering with unspoken excitement as the Orchestra began to play. The Symphony they’d orchestrated started out simplistic, its’ complexity growing by leaps and bounds as different sections joined together. They’d paused momentarily for a singular announcer to step out onto the stage, he’d gave a grand bow and flourish of his arms as he’d began his introductory speech. He’d made it a point provide a brief blurb bout the intro for the play. Once he’d finished his part, the music resumed as if they’d never ceased to play.
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The young man only a few seats away from him didn’t seem to be able to sense the amount of magic in his limps that would alert him in any way of the other. Why Kuja thought about it? The young man was dressed in an interesting way and the aura HE possessed was giving away he was not a normal human. The chances were high the other could sense his aura too and if he did, than it didn’t bother him enough to become wary around him? Why was he thinking about it? Had he really become scared of being recognized or attack in the open by others? All these emotions where still new to him and it only made his head hurt, so he tried to shake it off and focus on the play. However, the young man would say something that made the fingers of his hand on the armrest claw into the leather it was resting on. Fate determined by stars? Astrologist telling them what their fate is formed by? His fate had been set by Garland, his creator, just like they think that it is set from their birth. Did this man not question his fate? Did he not believe that it can be changed? Did he just.. accept it the way it was? Kuja didn’t want to... he didn’t want to be a tool. He didn’t want to die the way Garland had told him. He never wanted to accept his fate. NEVER! The plays first act started to unfold on the stage, but Kuja no longer seemed to be focused on it, his eyes staring into nothingness almost, his will trying to hold back any change of his expression, which seemed far more difficult than he had thought it would be. He wanted to say something to Dieter and question his believes, but he was far to angered and nervous by the thoughts that wandered through his mind. Kuja was thinking to much again. Stop thinking. Just enjoy this little theatre and worry about everything later. This was not the time! “I won’t.. accept it.... I.. can’t...”, he whispered to himself, taking a deep breath to calm his nerves. Dieter Wolfram
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Post by Dieter Wolfram on Mar 3, 2018 8:50:19 GMT -5
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[attr="class","rhythm"] ❝ I watch as they fade one by one
| Unbeknownst to the duo, at the core of their existed, they’d both been destined to reave countless souls – in their own rites, each had earned their title of “Angel of Death”. In the fleeting decades, the Dark Knight had graced innumerable battlefields with his presence. Despite the overwhelming odds, Dieter emerged victorious, time and time again, it’d taken a scornful Scion descending to quell his indomitable will. Surprisingly enough, the mere thought of that encounter permitted a tremor to run throughout his body, a cold sweat trickling down the small of his pack – the droplet tracing over countless crisscrossing scars.
Perhaps, this is what it meant be born beneath ill-fated stars, neither were meant to know lasting happiness. Oddly enough, Dieter never cursed his own existence, no, he’d elected to walk down a far less trodden path – he’d embraced his destiny. If it weren’t for Belias’ guidance, no doubt, Dieter would be nothing more than a shell of his current self – unable to understand the intricacies of compassion and the value of each induvial life. For a fraction of a second, the Dark Knight’s thoughts turned inward, a faint smile playing at his lips. Cassialyn and the Lowtown Orphans, he’d given both of them a chance of happiness.
For one, he’d surrendered himself to his bestial instincts, embracing the Darkness that laid dormant within his subconscious. For the other, he’d showed a smidgeon of mercy, dragging from the dredges of their own purgatory – providing them with skills to break the vicious cycle he’d been entrapped within. He still remembered the oath he’d sworn to his Scion, proof of which still pulsated in synchronization with each beat of his heart – a faint amaranthine glyph seared into the top of his right hand. The Dark Knight wasn’t permitted to know defeat, unable to know death’s permanent embrace until commanded to do so.
Outwardly, Dieter had remained motionless, his attention raptly focused on the actors on stage as they’d danced about the stage. Alas, Kuja’s hushed whisper and raspy deep breathe caused the Dark Knight to turn his head to the side. His verdant eyes lingered on the hoary-haired Genome as he’d distressed, his head craning to the side as his pupils contracted in a serpentine fashion. “Hmm, then don’t… I accepted mine because it meant freedom.”
Dieter replied cryptically, not alluding to the fact that if he hadn’t agreed to become Belias’ vassal, he’d been condemned to an unending war within the Empyreal Plain – a war that had raged on for centuries without pause.
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His mind was going insane slowly and Kuja knew that this could end in a disaster. Now that he knew what emotions are, his body could react to him panicking, his body reaching trance once again. Trancing in the middle of all these people would cause a panic and who knows what his body will do in that state. To his surprise, the young man stayed calm still, seeming to have heard his whispers and decided to talk to him, offering a few words. Blinking a few times, his eyes would move to face Dieter again, his eyes staring into his for a moment as he thought about what the other had just told him. That expression on his face, that gleam in his eyes... that look of wisdom on his face. Kuja seemed to calm down slightly as his mind started to calm down again, his nails losing their strong hold of the leather again. “..who are you? What is your name?”In the meantime, the act was getting more intense, a fight between two actors breaking out, both of them enchanting the audience with their clash of swords and perfect moves over the stage, even entering the row of seats at the front, dancing around the people as if they were dancing with their blades through the crowd. Kuja leaned back in his seat again slightly, awaiting an answer as his body visible relaxed. The clash of sword didn't seem to make him nervous one bit... it was actually an interesting sound to listen to while talking to a stranger with such an interesting aura. “You are not a normal human... no normal being I have met understands the struggle of fate as you do. You have faced it... I want to know more. I want to know how you gained freedom.”
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Post by Dieter Wolfram on Mar 3, 2018 9:51:36 GMT -5
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| The Archeodaemon’s sharpened senses easily detected the change in Kuja’s rhythmic heartbeat, it’d grown increasingly more erratic in the last thirty seconds. His gaze shifted from Kuja’s effeminate face down towards his hands, both of which seemed to be preoccupied with gripping the edge of his seat. The Dark Knight’s gaze lingered upon Kuja’s porcelain-hued hands, making a mental note of how his knuckles had blanched in response to his efforts. He could hear the sound of Kuja’s nails as they’d dug into the leather, abrasively scrapping against it as they’d threatened to punch through the tanned hides. Fortunately, it’d appeared that his words had abated Kuja’s impending meltdown, providing his frantic mind with a brief reprieve – he’d offered him a glimpse of hope. Yes, hope, it was an interesting concept, it’d inspired men to go great lengths.
It’d allow them to quell their inner demons, to suppress their fears and press onward. Far too often, men fell prey to its’ allure, willingly indulging themselves, never quite releasing it that it was a noxious poison – the only thing that rivalled it in his personal opinion was love. Dieter’s head canted slightly to the left, one of his alabaster hands drifting upwards to truck a few strands back into place.
“My name, it is Dieter, Dieter Wolfram.”
He replied curtly, momentarily tearing his attention away from Kuja to leer at the actors. His lips curved downwards, disdain evident upon his features as he’d watched the actor’s mockery of a sword fight. Their technique was atrocious, it’d lead him to believe that they’d never handled a blade before in their life – a child would fare better than them. Certainly, their choreography was executed with precision, its’ elegance visible for all to see. However, it just simply wasn’t realistic, no, in the midst of battle one seized every presented opportunity. The concept of mercy, it was forsaken in hopes survival.
When Kuja spoke again, Dieter’s attention returned to the Genome, his eyes widening momentarily in surprise. Kuja was a part of a select handful that had managed to see past this elaborate rouge, something that his fellow clansmen had yet to manage – impressive in its’ own rite. Dieter’s alabaster hand drifted closer to his face, his index finger absent-mindedly drumming against his plump lower lip. A brief instance of silence existed between the two as Dieter wracked his brain, searching for the answer that Kuja desperately sought.
“ It isn’t quite that simple... In my case, I fought… a defeat wasn’t ever an option. I swore an oath, I wouldn’t draw my last breath until he commanded me to do so… In exchange, that man, he offered me his knowledge…”
Dieter replied cryptically, though the one could hear the admiration in his voice as he’d recounted his encounter with Belias.
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Post by Deleted on Mar 3, 2018 10:23:43 GMT -5
As the fight continued to unfold, people clapping and watching with a spark in their eyes, an other kind of battle would happen between him and the man that introduced himself. Their fight was a fight of memories.. and emotions. It almost seemed like the play was forgotten by them, would they not switch their focus on it sometimes to check on what was happening bellow. It seemed that Kuja's power to acknowledged the others strong presence was enough to make his eyes widen in surprise. It seemed Dieter had not expected for the Genome to be able to move into his body with his invisible eyes like he did. Dieter shared a little of his story with Kuja, only scraping the surface of a much bigger picture, but Kuja couldn't help but narrow his eyes slightly at the words spoken. So he was fighting for someone? Someone that was able to give him orders.. and one order was not to die unless he is allowed to. It was a strange way of clinging to your life, but it seemed to work in Dieter's case. Garland had also given him knowledge and he had worked for him.. until his master betrayed him. Again, he could feel how his heart tightened when hate slowly rose up in his chest. The genome forced it down again, his expression turning dark for a moment. “So.. you are connecting your fate... to the orders of an other.”, he would state, sounding almost disappointed. There he thought the other could tell him something that might help him, but he was a puppet of someone else, just like he once was. “Just for knowledge.. you would bind your fate to the hands of someone? You created strings on yourself he can pull as he wants to. Why would you decide to be a puppet?!”He suddenly stood up from his chair, hands clenched into fists, his eyes now glaring at the other. “What makes you believe he will not abandon you for someone he finds more worthy than you?”
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Post by Dieter Wolfram on Mar 3, 2018 19:02:45 GMT -5
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[attr="class","rhythm"] ❝ I watch as they fade one by one
| Alas, the circumstances surrounding Dieter’s unwavering fealty to the Scion of Flames, Belias the Gigas, were far more complex than he’d lead the hoary-haired Genome to believe. The Dark Knight could still vividly recall even the most minute details about Belias’ descent upon the Empyreal Plains, it was a memory that he couldn’t permit himself to forget – the day that he’d learnt what it meant to truly know fear. In an instance, Lord Belias incinerated a handful of daemon that dared to oppose him, their entirety being reduced to nothing more than ashes to be scattered by the winds. Had he’d dared to draw his blade or bear his fangs, no doubt, Dieter would have suffered the same fate – his story ending before it’d ever truly begun. That just hadn’t been permissible, not after the sacrifices that had been made by others to secure his miniscule chances of survival – his mother, his father, and even their most trusted vassal.
Subconsciously, Dieter’s left hand drifted downwards towards his own neck, the tips of his fingers brushing against a crudely set pair of crystals. One was a vibrant blue that rivaled the depths of the sea, the other rich red that rivaled freshly split blood. What were the significance of these crystals? Why, they were the crystalized remains of his parents’ essences – the only remaining proof that they’d ever existed. All the meanwhile, Dieter’s lackluster verdant eyes had never once strayed from Kuja, even if they’d momentarily glazed over as he’d stared off into space – lost within his memories. It didn’t take a genius to detect Kuja’s disappointment, his tone alone made it quite clear that Dieter’s answer wasn’t satisfactory.
When Kuja rephrased his previous statement, The Dark Knight’s response was a curt nod of his head. Yes, Dieter had willingly surrendered himself to Lord Belias, subjecting himself to the whim of another. Why? By doing so, Dieter secured himself a means of escaping the redundancy of his menial existence. His sworn allegiance, it’d secured him a way out of the Empyreal Plains, permitting him to cross the veil that existed between it and the lands of Ivalice. By crossing that divide, The Dark Knight quickly learnt that simply existing, it paled in comparison to what it meant to truly feel alive.
“Yes, I bound myself to that man, I did so because to not do so condemned me to one of two things, death or a menial existence… By standing by his side, I was offered freedom from my eternal purgatory.” The Dark Knight replied sincerely, his expression remaining unchanged as the Genome thrust himself out of his seat. Dieter’s attention drifted downwards to Kuja’s clenched fists, quickly returning only to feel Kuja’s piercing gaze as it’d bore into him. Such hatred, still so young , The Daemon mused to himself as he’d let his eyes flutter shut. When they’d cracked back open, Dieter’s verdant eyes had transitioned to a piercing iridescent yellow, his scalera had turned pitch black. Alas, Dieter refused to permit his own transformation, halting the process at a point where he could easily regress back to his guise in an instance.
“Over two-hundred years had passed… Belias’ glyph still pulsates, that is proof that he is alive and he hasn’t forsaken me… “
Dieter replied briskly, his tone sultry and low as he’d addressed Kuja’s valid concerns. The Daemon took a moment to himself, inhaling deeply before he’d began to rise from his seat. He’d took a singular step in Kuja’s direction, squaring himself off against the Angel of Death.
“That is why until I find him again, I live for myself… I can’t forsake an oath to a man whom I owe the entirety of my being to…”
Once more the Dark Knight paused, his right hand extending towards Kuja, if the Genome permitted, the Dark Knight’s spindly fingers would delicately cradle his chin – forcing him to maintain direct eye contact.
“On the day he tosses me aside, my role as his sword & shield will have been fulfilled. I won’t crumble into dust, to be scattered by the wind. No, I will continue to live as I have in his absence… Lord Belias taught me what it meant to truly live.”
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What.. was this man? He was not fazed one bit by his change of tone, no. He got up from his chair also and...there it was. His aura was changing, getting much stronger, his eyes shifting, his body also seeming to change it's form slightly. The ancient aura around him was almost as strong as that of his master Garland and it was enough for all color to leave the genomes face. This being started to talk again, sharing it's thoughts with him, each step it took almost making Kuja flinch back in return. This was not what he had expected and it showed. Kuja always wanted to be the one in control and this situation was far beyond his hand's to hold on to. This ancient being told him that his choice had saved his life and gave him a new meaning. He told him that he would not stop, even when his master would let him down, because of the chance he had been given. Kuja was not able to understand how one can decided freely to do all this, knowing his worth could his lord could vanish so soon and leave him behind without hurting the man in any way. Did he not fear betrayal? Had the time it already lived made it immune to this? Dieter stopped in front of him, his slender fingers reaching out to touch Kuja's face. Of course he was tempted to flinch back or even slap the other or use a spell to get him the hell away from the magician, but he found himself unable to do anything. No one had ever dared to do this.. not even Kefka, that pest that always annoyed him with his presence and forgot any kind of privacy around others. Kuja could feel how his heart would beat painfully in his chest as the emotion of fear entered his body again, taking over it completely. The orchestra was still playing, the act and the cheers of the people in the crowd however completely forgotten by the man that had come here to watch this play in peace. THIS was not peace. This was a nightmare... a true nightmare. Kuja could feel how his body was starting to shake, his energy picking up on his emotional status and starting to charge energy. His eyes started to turn red, the energy around him picking up as his body slowly started to glow. He was going to trance... not here... not in the middle of this theater and completely surrounded by people that could easily be eliminated by the outburst of his energy. He would just continue to do what Garland had wanted, even with the old man dead and Terra destroyed. Kuja would keep on killing, like his master had wished. “Abate.. your presence.. from me.. now."
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Post by Dieter Wolfram on Mar 9, 2018 22:56:34 GMT -5
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The Archeodaemon’s iridescent golden eyes remained fixated upon Kuja, permitting the Genome to scan their depths, if he’d chosen to do so he’d find they’d lacked any trace of malice. Alas, the Genome’s pallor drastically worsened, not an ounce of color was left behind to tinge his cheeks. Kuja didn’t seem to comprehend the Dark Knight’s mentality, not that he’d explained it thoroughly enough for the magus to do so. Regardless of his close ties to the Scion, Belias the Gigas, he’d never descended far enough into depravity to believe that he was a necessity in master’s eyes – no, he was nothing more than a tool of connivance. What did such a thought process entail, it’d meant he’d accepted that once his role was fulfilled, there existed the heavy possibility that he’d be discarded – whom was to say it hadn’t already happened?
How did he cope with such a reality? Dieter had built a life for himself, he’d found himself a niche where he’d fit in perfectly – Helios’ Ambition. Of course, Dieter still harbored regrets, reluctant to disclose to his clansmen his true identity – especially Cassialyn. His heart ached dully in response to the thought of the Dancer’s pained expression when she’d learned the truth, everything she’d once known was nothing more than an elaborate lie – one crafted by her very religion. He’d brushed such thoughts aside as he’d continued to gingerly caress Kuja’s face. His slender fingers splayed outwards, the callused edge of his thumbs brushed up against Kuja’s defined cheek bones.
The silence and close proximity of the duo permitted the Dark Knight to hear the frantic beat of Kuja’s heart – the way it quickened in response to his innate fear. Somehow, that particular sound drowned out the composed symphony, excitable cries, and the actor’s recitals. Beneath his fingertips, the Dark Knight felt Kuja as he’d begun to tremble. He could sense the latent energy that had begun to compound in response to Kuja’s emotional wellbeing. Kuja’s lavander eyes darkened, their color rivaling that of the richest of rubies. That wasn’t where the changes ended either, no, Kuja’s entire body began to emanate a faint glow, one that continued to intensify with each passing second. Kuja’s words fell upon deaf ears.
The Dark Knight made no effort to abate his presence, nor did he seem privy to release Kuja’s face. Instead, he’d daringly stepped forward one final time, their faces so close that he could he could feel the others breathe tickling his cheeks.
“No, I’m afraid, I can’t grant your desire… Not when you were much like myself, you are afraid… there is nothing wrong with that… the unknown it is terrifying…. The only thing that is worse at times is being alone.”
He’d said softly, his tone reflecting that he’d understood Kuja’s fear. It was for that very reason, he couldn’t knowingly walk away from this man, not until he’d calmed down.
“Plus, it’d be a shame to not enjoy the actor’s hard work”
He’d tacked on, patiently awaiting Kuja’s response.
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He just wanted to look at this play.. this is all he wanted. Why did he have to give this young man the ticket? Why did they have to sit in the same part of the theater? What was going on here? What was this man!? Dieter seemed to ignore his words completely, stepping even closer, their faces only inches away from each other. Kuja was trying to set himself free of his trance and blast this creature as far away from him as possible, seeming to completely not care about the people here anymore. He was almost ready to let his trance take over him, when Dieter opened his mouth to speak to him, Kuja's expression twisting from terror into confusion almost. He said they were both alike. Somehow, Kuja couldn't believe this, but Dieter went on with his words, mentioning that he was afraid and that it was okey to be. Dieter also mentioned that it was terribly to be alone... What was he talking about? How could he know? He had chosen a soft voice, seeming to try and calm him down. Of course he would try... he was sure he could sense his magic rising and when it burst out, it would not only blow him up, but this whole theater. Was that why he was suddenly trying this? Kuja had not come here to destroy this city. Nor had he come here to make.. friends. He just wanted to watch a play in peace. The genome's energy seemed to slowly be drained again, both of them staring at each other for some time in silence, before Kuja seemed to finally be able to return to himself, his head turning away from the man, eyes closing as the aura slowly fell again. “.. the unknown.. never bothered me before.”, he spoke, seeming to try his best to regain his normal voice after this outbreak of emotion. He just carefully sat back down on a chair, his eyes opening again to reveal the lavender color. “I was never bothered that I am on my own. I never bothered to think about others in any way...”Why was he telling this the stranger? Only the Terran's knew.. maybe he was really cracking. “My little brother.. he changed my fate. He grew up in this city. And now that I know what I have done and what is soon gonna happen to me... yes, one would say that what I feel is fear. I played my part in this drama and now that the main-part of it is over, my role is no longer needed..”
Dieter was able to calm Kuja down - The Trance didn't happen.Dieter Wolfram
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