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Post by Dieter Wolfram on Mar 14, 2018 21:59:33 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 Dark Knight’s softened expression remained unchanged, undeterred by Kuja’s impending meltdown; fear had a way of revealing a man’s true colors. Yes, Dieter had witnessed it countless times over the centuries, never-failing to encounter it each time he’d graced a battlefield with his presence. How else was one to react? Especially, when they’d bore witness a single man mow through an entire rank of armored knights in an instance. Oh, how he’d relished watching that Paladin’s pallor fade away, their righteous speak falling upon deaf ears as he’d cleaved through their helm, rending his head from his shoulders with one fluid motion. For what felt like an eternity, the battlefield had grown deathly still, men crumpling to their knees as their leader met his demise at Dieter’s hands – the realization dawning upon them just how many leagues separated them.
The Church had ceased pursuing him for a stint of time following that encounter, nursing their injuries in pride in private. Unfortunately, The Dark Knight stood alone, unaided by comrades or even the Master he’d devoted himself to. At the time, the only person he’d trusted was his beloved blade, its’ loyalty unquestionable as it’d remained pressed firmly to his side. Even while lost in his own thoughts, Dieter noted how Kuja’s expression shifted from sheer terror to obvious confusion. Even if the silver-haired Genome didn’t register their similarities, it didn’t mean that they didn’t exist. Both had been created, groomed for a singular purpose, currently neither of them was tethered by it – gifted with the chance to truly live for themselves.
“The unknown eats away at us all, even if we don’t realize it.”
Dieter replied softly as Kuja extracted himself from Dieter’s grasp, struggling to regain his composure as he’d reseated himself. When his previously burgundy eyes fluttered open, they’d return to their previous shade of enticing lavender. With unnatural cat-like grace, Dieter descended upon a nearby chair-arm, his left leg draped precariously atop his right. Once upon a time, Dieter had shared a similar mentality as Kuja, solitude never bothered him because for years, it was all he’d known in the absence of his protector. Now, he couldn’t stand the silence, its’ voiceless musing unnerved him because they’d contained unrequited truths. Yes, they’d reminded him of how he’d failed, how it’d symbolized the loss of life.
Kuja went on to exclaim that his little brother had changed his fate. Kuja made it a point to mention that he’d even grown up within the cities’ walls. “Write your own story... you still draw breathe so your story isn’t over… its’ just now you control the narrative.”
Dieter replied with confidence, offering a reassuring smile as he’d reached out to place his hand atop of Kuja’s. He gave it a soft reassuring squeeze before letting his hand return to his own lap, patiently awaiting Kuja’s response. No one could dictate his life now, only he could truly decide what he’d desired to do, how he wanted to reshape his life.
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Post by Deleted on Mar 19, 2018 16:02:59 GMT -5
Kuja seemed to have turned silent the moment those words had escaped his lips. He had not told anyone this... This is what is on his heart since he had returned back to his home. Like he had once said to Zidane: The world has disowned him. Now that the endless cycle of war is over and time is again trying to take him, his body and mind keeps on loosing control. Kuja had thought that he had already accepted his fate, but the doubt would always return to him to make impossible to actually continue by his own.
It's not that he didn't want to try and live his life the fullest, but the unknown of the future was really digging a hole into his chest. If he.. knew how much time he had left, he could focus on WHAT he had, but without Garland now, he will never know until the moment arrives and his body won't continue anymore.
I don't want.. to die...
The genome sighed and realized now that the demon has seated himself next to him now without him noticing. He continued to share his thoughts with the other, something touching his hand shortly after, Kuja immediately cringing, trying to pull his hand away from the the others. Though, he didn't except for the man to squeeze it slightly. His story wasn't over? Yes.. it wasn't. Not yet. He had lost his role, but he could.. still find a new one, right? It's like an Actor that has to start a-new and find a new calling.
But.. could he really accept that his story was shortened? Was there no way to add new pages to the script? He pulled his hand away forcefully from the other, though he seemed more relaxed.. just uncomfortable by someone touching him.
“I see. So it is my hand that holds the pen from now on.”, he mused softly, his lavender eyes looking up to see that most of the play was already over. He still got to see the final part of it though, the very emotional bit at the end. With a sigh, the genome got up from the chair again, pulling his hood over his head to cover his features again. “It seems that our.. talk has stolen the play from you. A true shame...”
Gently, he would dust his long cape before turning back to the man, facing him with a smile on his face from what one could see under the shadow of the fabric. “This reminds me.. I haven't introduced myself to you, Dieter.”
He bowed down elegantly, with his hand placed on his chest. “My name is Kuja. And I would rather thankful if you wouldn't mention our meeting to anyone inside this world. With that said...”
He straightened himself again, walking over to the door of the part of the theater. “Farewell. And enjoy the end.”
[Kuja exits the thread]
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Post by Dieter Wolfram on Mar 20, 2018 6:18:12 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
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Dieter lapsed into momentary silence, unperturbed by the silver-haired Genomes’ aversion to his touch. Somehow, Kuja’s fiery temper reminded him of a distant version of himself, one whom had faced the same existential plight – a fact that abated his doubts and concerns for his fellow Reaper. Dieter’s attention momentarily shifted towards the stage, surprised to see that the play was rapidly approaching its’ climax. Kuja’s murmured realization was acknowledged with a silent nod of his head. To be frank, Kuja had always held the pen within his grasp. Although, perhaps he might not have been aware of it. His companion rose from his seat with an audible sigh, quickly drawing his hood up to obscure his features from view.
He’d watched as Kuja tentatively dusted his long cape, pausing momentarily to turn in his direction. For the first time, he’d could say that the Silverite had smiled, even if it was partially obscured beneath his cowl. Strangely enough, Kuja elected to exchange his name once they’d parted ways – voicing that he’d prefer their meeting with the other denizen of the world. Of course, a part of him was curious behind the man’s reasoning, but nonetheless, he’d respect the man’s wishes. Once Kuja straightened himself, if he’d glanced over his shoulder, he’d notice that the Dark Knight had returned his smile.
“Farewell Kuja.”
Dieter replied softly as he’d pivoted on his heel to walk down to the banister, pressing past a handful of Noblemen so that he could enjoy at least the conclusion of the drama.
“Be careful my Canary, the world beyond your cage is far wider and more terrifying than one realizes.” He voiced to no one in particular, his own musing drowned out by the frantic, excited claps of the onlookers.
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