Bitter Sweet Fate {Zidane/Larsa/Albel/Fayt/Mikoto}

[Kuja]

Black mages had worked day and night to stock the airship for their journey, since this type of journey had not been made by anyone they knew yet they had to be prepared. Kuja had watched over everything, lists had been checked at least three times a day everything had to be perfect. So of course when perfection was involved Kuja had taken over, he would not stand for any failure in this visit. Sapphire blue eyes looked down at the airship from the window of the Queens bedroom; she could not be left alone at any point during this trip for things had to go as he wanted them. It was true Kuja wanted her dead, however he wanted to die a certain way and only if she died the way he wanted would the rest of his plans begin to take effect.

The black haired puppet walked into the room, she no longer wore the white dress she wore around the castle instead she had returned to wearing the orange overalls that the real Garnet had worn on her travels with Zidane. "You are the perfect image of that song bird, well now that you are ready we must be off Archades awaits us my dear those pale pink lips were set in a small smirk, he had been waiting for this day to come for a while now. Puppet Garnet simply nodded her head and cast one final glance out her window; unknown to Kuja that blonde haired vixen had betrayed him and informed her about the fate that awaited her.

The pair walked through the hallways of the castle, both thinking of their own goals and just how to gain them. For Kuja he was looking forward to see just how the woman standing next to him would die and just how much anger and hatred he could fill the people of this kingdom with once he returned. For Garnet her mind was set on her own plan, for from the moment she found out the truth she knew there was no escaping it however she knew that she could not let Kuja have all he wanted so easily. Guards bowed to them at each doorway, none of them spoke as they knew that this was what their Queen wanted to do. She wanted to visit the other land to make sure their kingdom could forever live in peace, and Kuja was the man helping her complete her goal for that they respected him and had even opened their hearts for him.

The airship came into site and he pair said nothing, the silence was not awkward it was almost comforting for they both would soon gain what they wanted. Kuja walked down the path to the airship Garnet at his side, the people of the town had come to see them off and wish them good luck. The ship crew was half black mages and half solders of Alexandria, it was perfect for they would witness the death of their Queen and come back to tell the people how Kuja had nothing to do with it. No one would ever catch on and the fools of this town would accept it, and once they did Kuja could begin to do what he does best stir chaos and war in this land.

Garnet was escorted straight to her room and guards were placed at her door, everything was being done to keep her safe on this journey. Kuja however remained on the deck, he watched as the crew ran around working hard to prepare the airship for take-off. A small black mage came running up the steps to Kuja; it reminded him of that one Zidane always hung around with for a moment. "Lord Kuja everyone is on the ship, we leave now yes?" he hated their voices, he hated everything about them really they were nothing but disgusting puppets and the only reason he used them was because how easy it was to replace them. He didn't speak to the puppet; a simple nod of his head got the same message across.

The airship took to the sky and the path to Archades was already set and known by the whole crew, everything had been set up so they would arrive no matter what. As Alexandria faded into the distance, the puppet Queen sat in her room going over her plan for even she had to make sure her own would not fail. Every day she would go over it, while every night she would enjoy her last moments alive. The silver haired siren who walked the deck was always watching, his eyes set on the horizon he wanted to see the city rise into view. It took three days to reach their destination, the journey had been easy no one had attacked them and the winds had allowed for fast travel.

As they came closer to the city, the crew began to yet again run around like a chicken without its head to get everything ready for their landing. Kuja however turned on his heel to go fetch his little song bird, pale fingers softly knocked on the wooden door before he opened it ever so slightly. "Are you ready Queen Garnet, the new stage has risen and we must be ready to take the first step onto new land and a new way of life" with that he turned heel and walked away. He did not need to wait for her; she would come like she always did out of fear and hatred for the silver haired Genome. From his spot on the deck Kuja could see parts of the city below, it was a wonder how different their worlds were and only now did he see just how more advanced things were here.

The landing went smoothly as they found themself in the airship dock; it too was a wonder of technology the likes Kuja had never seen before. As a few crew members worked around them still, there was really nothing left to do but extend the plank so they may cross onto the new land. As soon as Garnet joined Kuja at his side once again the plank was lowered slowly. Kuja raised his arm slightly so that his puppet could rest her hand on his forearm; image was everything and even more so when visiting another Kingdom so even though Kuja hated the fact a puppet was touching him it was something that must be done. That was how they walked across the plank, and that was how they came to stand in the airship dock of Archades as they awaited to be greeted by someone.

[Mikoto]

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[Zidane Tribal]

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Said mage jumped before glowing eyes fell to the monkey boy. The poor thing trembled and shook its head, murmuring. ”Y-you don’t need too, S-Sir.” With that, the poor thing began another attempt to pick up the heavy crate. Refusing to take no as an answer, Zidane reached and simply picked up the item. Earning a protest from the little mage, ”S-Sir! D-don’t! Y-you need to prepare yourself for the trip!”

”I can do that once I help you guys,” and with that Zidane boarding the airship. Ignoring the protests still, he put the item down where it was to be strapped down. Glancing over at the mages that gathered Zidane shook his head. ”Look. I’m helping! I feel bad you all had to work so hard on this, by yourselves. Let me try to repay, alright? I gotta do something to give you all a rest.” With that, Zidane would continue hauling load after load with the mages; ignoring the passing time that he should have been spending preparing. However, Zidane had assumed the trip he was not allowed on so this hauling gave him a rough idea were to hide at. Knowing the place was a must to avoid being caught.

Finally Zidane stood back to observe his final load being strapped down, wiping his brow that had began to collect beads of sweat, before hollering out. ”There! I’m sure you all can finish the job!” As he left, he smirked since now was the point he would slip into that large barrel earlier he had stared at. Walking up to it, the thief felt his lips tug into a smug smirk as he went to tiptoes. Fingers brushed against the lid and he lifted the object, the thrill of sneaking onboard taking over his senses. He was so close, he could taste it—

”THERE YOU ARE!” The lid was dropped, and the thief let out a yelp as his left fingers were caught by the weight. Pulling his hand free before rubbing it, Zidane shot a heated glare at the female voice. Sure enough, he was right. The woman was two heads taller than him, with teal hair up in a bun, and her chestnut eyes narrowed in her own glare. Storming over, the woman practically bellowed in Zidane’s ear. ”WHAT ARE YOU DOING HERE WITH THIS FILTH, SIR ZIDANE!?”

The monkey tail shot up and the fur bristled with the sheer shock. Almost growling, Zidane let out a hiss. ”What the hell is with the screaming?! Why are you even lookin’ for me?!”

Her painted lips went to a frown, as her eyes clearly shot a disapproving look. Without warning, the woman knelt next to the teen’s ear and whispered sweetly,”Sir Zidane, I left a note for you this morning. Also sent a messenger, but he could not find you. And why is that, you ask? Because you were,” an echoing noise went through the air, as Zidane felt his cheek struck; swift and loud, but not hard or able to leave a bruise. His hand reached for the face as he nearly snarled; completely disliking the suddenly PMSing female.

The woman, unfazed by his warning, straightened up, placing feminine hands upon boney hips, before huffing. ”You were playing with this filth. Honestly, to think you almost became King by winning our Queen’s heart. Thank everything she got wise.” A swift gaze at the blonde, she sighed and cooed like a mother would. ”You haven’t gotten ready yet. Surely Lord Kuja will have my head for this…I am not taking great care of his gypsy.”

Hearing the word his made the blonde flush, the woman giggling shortly afterward. Shaking his head, Zidane let out a laugh. ”Ha, right! I’m not going on this trip! So of course Kuja would hire a babysitter for me!”

”Sir Zidane! You are too going, by orders at that.”

”I don’t take orders, so I ain’t going.”

”I’m afraid you don’t have a choice here. BRUTUS! HE’S REBELLING! PLAN ‘B’ IS A GO!”

Before Zidane could even question a rather large figure fell from the sky – okay, no, really he jumped from the ship. But still! Zidane swore he dented the dock as he made a landing. The soldier looked fierce, hell a giant maybe!!, even Steiner would quake at the brute before them. ”T-THAT’S BRU—“ suddenly Zidane yelped as he was thrown over the shoulder of the large male, by his tail no less. Wincing at the sudden contact with armor, Zidane threw a swift punch at the back only to yelp once more. ”WHAT THE HELL!?”

”Brutus, my dear, please take Zidane to his room. I must help prep him for the trip.”

”Yes, Mistress Etoile.” He began making his trip to the castle, as Zidane had realization dawned on him. MISTRESS meant she was one of Kuja’s – the blonde wiggled in anger as spats of cursing Kuja for sleeping with women filled the castle’s air. CLEARLY someone was jealous, even Brutus fought back the urge to laugh at the love struck blonde.

***

Once his forced bath, personally did Etoile make sure the blonde bathed correctly, Zidane had been rushed to the ship; courtesy of Brutus for making the errand to deliver the fresh smelling blonde to the destination. Grumbling in his current cabin, Zidane stood up from the small bed. Pacing around the room he reached to loosen the ribbon around his neck. He shifted uncomfortably in the newest clothing he had received, clearly not enjoying the crisp and proper look he presented. Rolling up the white sleeves, Zidane grumbled at adjusting the long vest; the shimmers from it distracting to him.

Can’t believe Kuja! A MISTRESS!? Shaking his head violently, the blonde groaned once his hair didn’t fall from place. WHAT the Hell did she do to keep his blonde hair from falling out of place?! Deciding it was time for fresh air, Zidane would practically storm out to the deck; coming to the edge before climbing to stand on it, grasping the rope to aide him. Slowly, as the wind caressed his face, the teen let all his anger subside as his worries began melting away. Of course Kuja would have had a mistress, if not more, so why did Zidane have to be so surprised? Maybe it was the fact his heart ached when he heard it; truth be told…the fact Kuja could find comfort in another…

Wind cascaded through the blonde’s hair, allowing the locks to dance, twisting against one another and entangling. Lashes fluttered shut as the teen inhaled deeply taking in the various scents. His heart fluttered with the thrill of traveling once more on airship. Lips curved upward on fond memories of his previous journeys; only without close friends, a new crew now, and a former villain. Still, Zidane’s heart knew what it always wanted and that was to travel. The thrill of new places, the new scents of each world, to even the food; the gypsy felt more at home than ever.

However, casting his gaze over his shoulder to focus in the direction of her cabin, it felt awkward not to have Dagger by his side. Even if she denied his love, couldn’t they at least remain friends? It wasn’t like they were honestly together; the memory of the play was just a simple reunion between two friends. He had only made a dramatic appearance, casting the dark cloak off declaring himself home. She only gave a simple embrace, her only happy to see him alive, nothing more. Their song, Zidane came to the conclusion, was merely a beacon to keep him striving forward, refusing to admit defeat. Which, at this thought, the blond nodded to confirm his thoughts: he wouldn’t surrender anymore to his insecurities. His true purpose was to protect and he’d never question it again.

Kuja had begun pacing on the airship deck, the clicks of his shoes drawing Zidane’s attention from thoughts. Sky blue irises fell on the silver siren watching as Kuja conducted order with little hassle; occasionally he’d flick at those flowing, silk, locks as if he were bored. However the pale, thin, lips would hold into a smile. Zidane gripped tighter on the rope as the ship jerked, his mind reeling over the fact Kuja may enjoy traveling. The monkey boy let out a light chuckle, as his tail ensnared the rope for extra support, knowing Kuja only enjoyed anything as long as he was pampered in some way. Sure enough this airship was no Hilda Garde III, no one could ever top Cid’s airship, but it was magnificent in its own way and had the complete taste of luxury.

The Purpleheart, or Amaranth, wood was built to perfection as the whole ship was freshly painted. Once more Zidane inhaled, confirming the faint smell of fresh paint in the air. Kuja had obviously felt the need of Alexandrian royal airships to be in tiptop shape; from new engines to complete finish job with water sealing. However, even without grasping noble life completely, Zidane knew appearance meant everything; from clothing, posture, money, to even material possessions. The gypsy understood the more land one had conquered, and currently ruled, gave people quite an impression on how wealthy and empire was.

By what Kuja had long prepared for, Zidane had observed from a distance the constant checking of lists, this empire must have been grand. First impressions were always the most critical with forming allies, and the blond swallowed hard. Was he a confident enough actor for this role? A curt nod for his own moral support, the monkey boy knew he could do this with ease. He couldn’t afford to screw up this time, keeping Alexandria and those he loved always came first. No screw ups would come from him, despite matter how much his stomach knotted. Something kept pushing him, the faint whisper returning to his ear. A soothing voice, though murmuring, kept giving ill news; Zidane would simply brush it off, declaring as preshow jitters. He couldn’t let his fear of ill fortune rule his judgments, he had always been better at acting first and thinking second. It made his life easier, personally.

He finally drew his eyes from Kuja’s form, gawking far too long and earning questionable looks from the crew, before casting said stare to the sky. Once more the ship jerked, the engines shifting gears and Zidane knew what it meant. Without needing to wait, Zidane saw the first golden pillar jetting from the clouds. Moments later clouds would part like the Red Sea, revealing a grand city of various building heights. Buildings that were compacted together, the afternoon sun casting various cracks and crevices of shady alley ways. His lashes narrowed, focusing on the blobs of masses that were, obviously, large crowds. Most likely their gazes locked on the royal airship, and as the decent was made toward the castle, various calls could be heard from the city. A warm welcoming to the Queen of Alexandria, as Zidane let a warm smile grow large on his lips. It appeared everyone would adore Dagger, as it was meant to be.

Zidane grew intrigued with the large building they were heading for: the castle. He didn’t react much, not recognizing the building itself until a certain courtyard caught his eye. His muscles tensed as both his hand and tail grasped tighter on the rope; his knuckles turning white. Why did it have to be here of all places? This was the castle he had previous joked about stealing from, where he meant blueberry – Fayt Leingod, and he had practically snuck into. Dammit. Princess is here. This is Archades then.

Kuja’s words filtered through the air, informing Dagger it was time for her to come out. Zidane let go of the rope before leaping onto the deck, his tail lashing as he slightly straightened himself up. A hand swiftly brushed thoroughly through his golden hair, as he caught a glimpse of Mikoto. Zidane had notice her around the ship earlier, on a search for something - most likely to find her similar blonde haired brother. She had appeared rather baffled and in a rush since her hands were holding up her dress as she swiftly went between rooms. Even on the deck she seemed rushed until she paused at the view, before briefly watching Dagger retreat to her heavily guarded cabin. Only then she would have yawned, drained from the journey. Travel did take a lot out of children and even Zidane knew Eiko had her moments where she’d rest her head on his lap, occasionally nodding off into slumber. Like he did with Eiko, Zidane had wished Mikoto a good sleep outside her door before he went for the deck.

Now, it seemed, Mikoto was fully awake and ready for her part as a lady of Alexandria. Her dress was smoothed and not a hair out of place. A perfect porcelain doll Mikoto was at the moment. Allowing a smile to slip his features; Zidane moved away from the edge to join up, with a small shove from a mage of course. Apparently, he was meant to line up as well before his cue was given to perform in the play. He would be directed behind the Queen, standing next to Mikoto which stood behind Kuja, and Zidane gazed past Dagger. It was unusual not to see the blonde reach for a grab, but Zidane knew this was important. Archades didn’t need the first impression of the Alexandrian Queen smacking a blonde for groping her; despite how amusing that situation would have been for Zidane to play out.

Ruffling of Mikoto’s dress drew the teen from his comical thoughts as Mikoto shifted next to Kuja. Arching a brow and reaching outward, Zidane mouthed a plea for her not to stand next to him. However, the girl would never catch it and Zidane let a smile slip. No matter how intelligent she was, Mikoto was still a child after all and she wanted to see everything first. Despite hiding her tail, Zidane knew it was practically wagging with excitement and curiosity.

The ship fell silent, as did the crew, and Zidane recognized they would be waiting for a greeting. We come here and we gotta wait, shaking his head and letting his arms mock a shrug, Zidane felt his shoulders crack. When is this play gonna start? I can’t stand being rich and fancy. Standing straight, hands out of pockets, Zidane let out a light sigh before glancing ahead. He had to make sure Alexandria kept peace…Zidane couldn’t afford to be impatient…
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[Fayt Leingod]

He felt like a penguin in this. Honestly.

Tugging irritably at the sleeves, dyed navy blue, of the officer uniform (not that he knew exactly what rank he was supposed to be, though he figured the golden tassels probably had some part in showing that off) that he had been rather forcibly asked to wear by the Emperor - "After all, we cannot be dressed as if we are prepared for an altercation at any moment; diplomacy talks are for just that, and I find words to be more peaceful tools than blades," - he waited patiently in an inner wing of the airship hangar, taking the station as an excuse to mosey around and explore. Albel was probably nearby someplace, hopefully also a little spruced up for the arrival of the Alexandrian royal party, though Fayt hadn't seen him for quite some time. He did allocate his lover enough trust to have faith that the man wouldn't see fit in torturing some poor sod as his entertainment.

Maybe it was ill-placed. The bluenette knew at least that his own shoulders were getting stiff from boredom.

An Archadian soldier jogged past the doorway of the small enclosure - really a closet proper, filled with all manner of wrenches and other tools for bolts - skidded to a stop, and doubled back, armor clanking as he rose one iron-clad fist to rap gently on the wooden door. "M'lord."

Fayt turned, having long since given up on his crusade of for once being called by his actual name and not some absurd title that he'd been given by extension for goodness' sake (evidently Albel had gained enough of a reputation that the mere mention of his name was enough to earn him a "promotion" of sorts, as one that knew the Wicked personally must have divine battle prowess to be treated as an equal - a random soldier's words, not his own), the heel of one black leather boot clacking against the metal floor.

"The royal Alexandrian flagship; it has just crested the horizon. The Emperor requests your presence at the dock."

"I see. Thank you," Fayt responded, and the soldier left. The bluenette followed, flipping the switch as he went; doing so disconnected the mechanism's circuit, cutting off the magicite's energy flow which in turn shut off the glossair rods that lit small places such as this.

At least, that was what he'd learned in theory. He was an engineer; tinkering was what he did.

Thoughts of magicite and glossair power sources dissolved as he triggered the closing mechanism for the door, and followed the soldier down the hallway, albeit at a much slower pace.

Even had his sense of direction failed him, Fayt would have easily made it to the broad dock - the sounds of shouting soldiers and the whirr of airship engines were loud enough to carry almost all the way through the metal hallways. He arrived at the open-air dock just in time, as the Alexandrian flagship was just flying into port, ropes being tied down to steel rings bolted heavily into the floor, the engines killing as a wide metal band - as wide as four men were tall - extended from one end of the open part of the floor to the other, beneath the hull of the airship, so as to hold it aloft in case its hovering devices failed.

It was an easy maneuver to position himself to Larsa's left, fighting down the habit of propping his left hand on his hip as he anxiously readjusted a tassel, watching the movement of the people aboard the airship.

Waitasecond- The flash of a tail and golden-blond hair caught Fayt's eye, and bottle-green orbs flicked to the perpetrator. I didn't know Monkey Boy was Alexandrian. Or a royal for that matter. I thought he was a thief actor?

A pretty good actor at that, he supposed, and also seemingly cleaned up well - he was looking pretty spiffy there - but the bluenette kept his trap shut, merely nodding in recognition if Zidane happened to meet his gaze. Soon, though, Fayt's eyes were sweeping across the rest of the royal party, and suffice it to say, whatever he had been expecting, it definitely wasn't this.

Though, he supposed, their welcoming party was hardly anything more usual.

[Albel Nox]

POST BY ALBEL NOX

!!!

THE WEAK AREN'T WORTH MY WHILE

LET ME SEE YOU SQURIM.

YOU'VE GIVEN IN TO - RECKLESS DARK DESIRES

Albel was not that all concerned that he needed a change of wardrobe, by the will of the Emperor, but he was slightly concerned when Larsa asked for him to remove his gauntlet. The reason why Albel now wore the gauntlet now was that he really did remove the gauntlet. Larsa immediately told him to keep it on. It seemed like Albel had won that case.

Albel grew a dislike for Larsa's seamstresses, those sly women, as he needed something to wear. It was at least somewhat formal but still him. A theme of black and red, instead of the purple. No longer was his stomach exposed and, for once, Albel wore a form of slacks - though he still kept a skirt on, but it was much shorter than his original clothing.

A soldier approached Albel's door as he placed his blade upon his bed. He wouldn't need a weapon - even if a fight did escalate. He held his gauntlet, after all. A knock and the soldier entered. "M'lord! The Alexandrian airship has been sighted. The Emperor requests your presence!" The soldier left as Albel scoffed. 'Requested' he said...

He knew all too well what would happen if he didn't go. Besides, Fayt would be there. That was enough reason for Albel to leave his room. The Elicoorian swiftly left his room, walking towards the hanger where the ship would arrive. Albel was quick to spot both the child Emperor and Fayt but, instead of going next to Fayt, he fell to the right of the Emperor.

After all, it looked somewhat lopsided when two soldiers were on the same side. Yes, he was directed to this spot. Albel at least held enough dignity not to snicker in front of the royal party at how...uncomfortable Fayt looked. He was even polite enough not to have his mind wander on various things definitely not appropriate for this time and age.

Albel held no expectations for the party but this certainly was...an interesting party. The Queen Garnet, though young, was a picture perfect of how a Queen should present herself. The man next to her, however, wore clothing Albel could approve of; he did wear a skirt after all. Crotch Guard he could live without, but Albel wasn't one about fashion.

Then there was a little girl who seemed to be hiding something under that dress of hers. However, Albel had a lover and also a certain set of standards so he diverted his mind and eyes to the last member, one Fayt seemed to recognize. A monkey-boy. He could only hope he wouldn't remind him of Roger; Albel might want his Crimson Scourge out form his room.

D I S C O N N E C T

& SELF DESTRUCT

[Larsa Ferrinas Solidor]

He knew he hardly cut such an imposing figure as the past emperors of Archadia had. But that wasn't to say the young emperor didn't carry himself well. This needed to be noted as he tugged on the last black velvet glove, brushing imaginary lint off of the shoulder of his deep purple tunic.

The Senate had claimed that victory ravenously. That Larsa had gotten away with wearing his usual passably-official garb at the talks with President Loire wasn't something they failed to notice, despite his deception - of course, that a twelve-year-old would choose to rebel at uniform was again an indicator of his true age, but that he did so quite tenaciously colored the difference in upbringing between himself and one's usual child.

At least, before, he had acquiesced to wearing some indication of station. He had to admit, there were worse things to wear than a rather innocuously-colored cape. Though for all of their difficulty and pugnaciousness in grooming the fledgling Emperor into an image they were more accustomed to - that 'befitting' a scion of Solidor, a descendant of Lord Gramis as it were, which was both something Larsa was and was not (he was not cut of the same cloth as his brothers, of course, bless their souls) - the young lord did not frivolously disclaim their importance and help. To hold Archadia in the palm of one's hand was indeed to hold millions, and the weight of its wealth; no one man could possibly hope to align all of her affairs by one's lonesome. It would be an impossible feat, and in that matter, he was glad for the help of the Senate.

However, as his hands lifted to ghost along the ornaments that were his true inheritance from Gramis, his material possessions that came with his position of power, set upon either side of his head, he did reflect that all things were not birthrights. Not even his seat - after all, Emperors were elected; merely, the Solidor house conditioned its successors for the eventuality that they would be looked to first in the terms of a need of new leadership.

Had events gone in a manner that was even a stone's throw from how they were supposed to, the young lord would not be here now. He was the last of Gramis' four sons, and the last of the Solidor house. Had Vayne succeeded, he would have been something close to Crown Prince, the younger brother of a tyrant.

A tyrant intent on the unification of Ivalice under his own banner, to become the Dynast-King Raithwall never had the ruthlessness to be. Or so the story went.

Perhaps the Solidor line was destined for war, he thought, making triply sure that his clothing was all in order - the tunic below a black velvet cape that hung easily to his calves, wine-colored boots that terminated at mid-thigh with a single silver buckle on the outside of each, and unassuming pants to bridge the distance. Perhaps even the orchestrations of fate could not lead them to avoid their destinies as the harbingers of warfare.

One could argue that the climate as it was now had nothing to do with his agenda, or his actions. That the endless campaigning of the Emperor, groomed for the part since he was but a babe, could not circumvent the actions that a single letter from his supposed 'consort' had orchestrated. One could argue that this war was of no fault of his own, but lay firmly on the shoulders of Judge Magister Gabranth.

But, Larsa would maintain in that case that a ruler's duty is not to place the blame among others. It is a ruler's duty to do their utmost, everything within their power, to prevent such a thing from happening again - if not ending this war before the tide of belligerence swept their cities away, then building alliances to ensure a future for her citizens.

And to do that, a ruler must have those he can trust by his side.

It was a great tragedy, and Larsa thought to himself privately that if not for Vayne's ambitions, such things would not have had to come to pass, that there were no longer Judge Magisters to uphold the law.

Ghis. Bergan. Drace, (upon learning her name and body were upon a funeral pyre, Larsa had truly cried, the loss of his guardian so soon after Gramis' death - indeed, within minutes - a double blow, opening a raw sort of desperation in his heart as he grieved) all three had perished directly by Vayne's orchestrations. Ghis, blinded by the temptation of power, fell with the Eighth Fleet over Raithwall's Tomb. Bergan, driven by bloodlust and greed and the promise of both in Vayne's footsteps, slaughtered the Gran Kiltias in cold blood and then fell to the justice of Lady Ashe's blade. Drace... Drace had attempted to expose his brother for what he was, seeing the serpent coiled before her, and was betrayed by the very law she upheld.

Zargabaath, missing, presumed dead following the Calamity. He had vanished along with the entirety of the First and Second Fleets, and had left many more in shambles, having drafted a very large number of ships for his diplomatic purpose that now seemed so very trivial.

And Gabranth had disappeared as well, though not before willingly guiding the hand of Archadia to declare war on Cocoon. At his loss was Larsa the most conflicted. He did care a great deal about the man - had almost broken at thinking the younger fon Ronsenburg twin deceased - but he had been, upon all accounts, alive and well, though vanished long before Larsa himself had come back into existence. At the thought of the man, the true Gabranth - Noah - Larsa's heart ached with the absence of emotion.

He had long since buried such feelings, and only allowed himself to percieve a profound sadness for having only the other man's muddled actions as a keepsake of his memory. He still did not understand what Gabranth was after by declaring war in Archadia's name.

But therefore, at the loss of such distinguished leaders of military and of law, the forces and means of Archades' defenses were in disarray. Even Gabranth's acquaintance, comrade at the Judge Magister's behest, the Midgarian mercenary by the name of Strife had long left. Perhaps disappeared as well.

Indeed, there were not many to lead. Many an Archadian soldier had been lost overnight in the Calamity. But still, for the young Emperor to lead his country forward, he could not do so alone. He was in need of associates with ideals, with morals, that he could trust to do the things he could not himself, not alone.

Whether or not Albel Nox held such things, though, he could not be sure (though due to an encounter related to the clothing he now wore, he had gained new respect for the man he did not know so well). However, his... lover (and this concept was still alien to Larsa, but it would not be he who would look down on two adults' decisions of who to consort with, and of what sex) definitely held enough for the pair of them.

And he did trust them. The two of them, though mercenaries, were good soldiers.

As he walked briskly down the metal hallway, the sounds of his passing echoing off of chrome walls lit by a mixture of glossair rods and electricity, Larsa did consider the possibility of offering the pair of them the Judge Magister title. Perhaps it would do the military some good to be lent a shred of familiarity, a habitual hierarchy to fall back on.

Though to be sure, it wasn't that he approved of Archadia's ready and grand welcoming of mercenaries of late. That the formerly so discriminating country now opened its arms to foreign and questionable interests, grandly promoting them to higher and higher branches of the military based only on a duel, seemed to Larsa a dark and corrupt thing to do. He did not condone racism, but he had been raised in an Archadia that did shamelessly limit the opportunities of those of Seeq or Bangaa descent, as example, as compared to those of Hume lineage.

It did seem to him that a change such as this was a swing from one extreme to the other, growing evermore blatant and sinful along the way. Perhaps it was a step in the right direction; perhaps there was some good in opening one's arms to outsiders of a creed that was beyond anything Ivalice had ever seen, as indeed, they were not Ivalicians anymore. But then, perhaps it was an example of what Larsa wished to avoid, and what he had to work to repeal. An agenda of peace and diplomacy was not directly conducive to the acceptance and assimilation of people who thrived on war and belligerence into their military and society.

"M'lord Emperor," the appearance of a courier farther on down the hallway startled Larsa from his thoughts, and he halted in surprise. "The Alexandrian flagship has been sighted on the southern horizon. I presume your Lordship will be greeting them at the broad dock?"

"I intend to," Larsa responded. "Send for Lords Leingod and Nox, and inform them that I request their presences there as well. I would hope they are nearby."

"M'lord!" The messenger saluted, and then jogged off once more.

Larsa continued his route, pace quicker now that the news of the Alexandrian Queen Garnet's arrival was imminent. Soon the shouts of Archadian technicians and soldiers reached his ears as they carried easily through the more military-oriented wing of the Imperial Palace, walking as he was through the Imperial Hangar, designed for docking airships around the size of the Dreadnought Leviathan. That they called to each other in familiar fashion was music to the young emperor's ears; camaraderie was hard to foster in the face of such odds, but it appeared that brotherhood and comradeship were alive and well in the army, cornerstones of the nation as they were.

And when he entered the broad dock, they all paused for the moment to salute the arrival of the Emperor. Raven hair glimmering in the bright sunset light, coloring the chrome all around a vermilion hue, Larsa nodded to them all and took up his position, across from where the plank was to be lowered.

With time, Fayt fell in to his left, and Albel to his right, both clothed respectably and with class. Though at Fayt's evident discomfort, Larsa did suppress a small smile, knowing he himself was the same way when he had not yet gotten used to such clothing.

He recognised the pair that descended first as Queen Garnet, and Lord Kuja, her adviser. Larsa waited patiently for the two of them to cross, then descended into a bow when they came to a halt. "Queen Garnet and Lord Kuja, the Imperial City of Archades welcomes you and your party."

The formality out of the way, the young emperor straightened and spoke slightly more frankly. "There are introductions to be made, but these may wait until you have rested. I presume your travel was a long and arduous one; as such, I have taken the liberty of preparing rooms if you may so wish, unless you would rather continue directly to dinner? It is not often we have the pleasure of entertaining such guests, and a banquet has been readied in your honor as well."

Looking to the Queen, the raven added, "You may decide as we walk; I do not doubt that our conversations may be better held in quieter locales." Of course he was speaking of the clatter and hubbub of the broad dock, though the words could be taken as an assurance that any and all meetings regarding more official matters would be conducted in more secure locations than an open-air dock.

Larsa turned to lead the way with a perfunctory "Shall we?"

[Kuja]

Kuja had not been paying attention to the Queen really, for he hadn't even noticed she had changed back into her white dress you wore back in the castle. Once that had arrived in the city sapphire blue eyes had been studying everything he saw, this city was so different then their own. In fact this city held things they could never dream of, from what he could gather everything was controlled by technology from the airship dock down to the smallest things like the lights. As eyes roamed around the dock he caught site of someone walking their way, a young boy he looked to be younger then the real Garnet. Which meant that the person who had come to greet them was Larsa Ferrinas Solidor, he was joined by two people one who had blue hair which reminded him of blue berries. The other one was much more interesting the first thing that caught Kuja's attention was his armoured arm, to wear something like that on a formal occasion meant one thing the man had someone to hide.

Mikoto stood at his side like a proper young lady, the other blonde behind them however would most likely be a problem. Silver strands ran over his shoulder like a waterfall as he turned his head, to anyone standing in front of him it would like he was checking the ship to make sure it was secure. However only Zidane would catch the cold glare that was sent his way, it was like he was trying to burn a hole through the blonde with just his eyes. However just as quickly as it came, Kuja turned back around to face Larsa and his party as they were approached. The emperor welcomed them to his city in a proper formal manner, Kuja would have smirked and made a comment about the boy seeming out of place but now was not the time to cause trouble. "We thank you for allowing us to come to your kingdom, as Queen of Alexandria on behalf of my people we also thank you for your kindness in these times" It was her same sweet voice, however she too had to remain formal at a time like this. When she finished speaking she took the white fabric of her dress in her hand and lifted it slightly, allowing her to curtsey in Lars’s direction.

Kuja remained silent for the time, he had to play the role of the royal adviser perfectly and there was no room for a slip up. He had to let the Queen handle most of the talking at the moment; however when she turned to look at him with a small nod of her head Kuja knew he was now allowed to talk. He hated that one fact about this plan, for when they were in the eyes of the public or other leaders he had to take orders from his puppet and he was starting to think she enjoyed those moments most of all. Kuja placed a hand on his chest and bowed at Larsa, being in someone else’s Kingdom required more manners on his half however he wasn't angry about that it was something that came with these types of things. "I saw that the journey would take time, which is why we had rooms on the ship arranged for the Queen so she could rest so the dinner would be something we can all enjoy right now as it will give us time to talk and eat without the movement the airship caused" his voice was much more sweeter than normal, not in a bad way some may call it his public voice. His voice came out sweet and alluring almost like it was promising you all your dreams could come true, he really did live up to the name Zidane had given him as the Silver Haired Siren.

The Queen and Kuja walked closer to Larsa and his party; there was no reason to keep such distance between them that may result in raised voices. Kuja wouldn't admit it to anyone if they asked, but he saw Larsa as someone who was rather smart for his age and so easily fell into the role of leading a whole country. When the raven haired youth turned to show them the way, Kuja played the part with a small smile and a simple nod. The woman with her hand placed on his offered arm also gave a small nod "Lead the way your Highness, Kuja perhaps you should introduce the other two of our party we have both been rude and forgotten about them" she gave a small giggle and looked back at Zidane. A smile graced her lips and she used her free hand to wave him over to stand next to her.

"How rude of me, forgive me for my rudeness the rush of this city captivated my interest for I have never seen anything like this before" his free arm rested behind his back. "The young girl to my right is my younger sister Mikoto, she only recently started living in the kingdom and is not use to such formal visits I will hope you will not judge her if she is unsure on anything I think in the short time we had to teach her everything she does rather well" he was proud of his sister, she had become such a young lady in such a short time. "The last member of our part is Zidane Tribal, personal body guard of the Queen and an old friend of hers in fact when the Queen once travelled the land to save her kingdom from war and death Zidane protected her from one of the greatest evils". Kuja had explained that extra part for a reason, for he was the type of person who did everything for a reason.

He had used his black mages to gather information about Larsa, they had brought him much to read and one thing he had read was about Larsa helping the group of people who were fighting to save their own city and his from war. However Kuja just made sure to leave out the point that he was the great evil that Zidane had fought, he also hadn't introduced Zidane as his brother it was his own special way of trying to distant Zidane form his life.

[Mikoto]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellSpacing,0,true][atrb=cellPadding,0,true][atrb=style, width: 450px; background: url(http://i55.tinypic.com/2jct1fn.jpg); -moz-border-radius-topright: 3em; -moz-border-radius-topleft: 3em; -moz-border-radius-bottomright: 3em; border-left: 2px solid #d5cfbb; border-top: 2px solid #d5cfbb; border-bottom: 5px solid #d5cfbb; border-right: 5px solid #d5cfbb; padding-left: 10px; padding-right: 10px;] Accidentally in love, WORDS ⊙ idk, TAGS ⊙ Kuja/Zidane/Larsa, NOTES ⊙OH MY GOD MY MUSE JUST WENT WHEE, 'Persian...shoot. I forgot the pendant.' Persian would raise a brow if she held a physical form. Why would she need the pendant right now? However, Mikoto's thoughts fell silent as she looked up ahead. She was never given details so it came to her surprise that the Emperor they were supposed to meet was quite young, in fact, younger than Queen Garnet herself. How did a boy Emperor become Emperor at such a young age? Mikoto hadn't been reading much but she had, actually, caught a couple of times Kuja having to explain to Garnet how to be a lady. She was certain he noticed, but since it was her, he allowed her to eavesdrop, only so she could earn the benefit of how to become a proper lady. It was to her understanding if he was the Emperor, than his father would be dead. If he held older siblings, sister included due to the fact Queen Garnet was, in fact, Queen, they were also dead. There was also the possibility of banishment but Mikoto would dwell on it for very long; it was a needless thought and one she didn't need to go over in her mind. Her eyes fell upon a bluenette. Mikoto didn't think he was an Archadian, guessing by how he dressed, though uncomfortably formally, but it didn't matter. He was on the side of the Emperor and, therefore, an important person of his party. She didn't know Zidane and Fayt knew each other, of course, but she would soon find out about that. 'Me-ow~ Hello there, Pegasus. Aren't you a stud?' Mikoto closed her eyes, hiding the shock that appeared in her eyes. Persian's language was slightly vulgar, and she had gotten used to it, but she couldn't understand how on earth she got that thought. Then, suddenly, Faire Firer, Fayt's Arbiter, flashed into her mind as Mikoto opened her eyes, going to stare at Albel. She hadn't noticed anything on the other yet, for her mind was still trying to come up with why Persian thought that way, and who was that Pegasus that appeared in her mind? Likewise, in Fayt's mind, a flash of a quite large red cat would appear, the image of Persian. "I can speak to him through our Arbiter space. However, I can not tell you who he belongs to." So someone else here holds an Arbiter, aside from Kuja? 'It's not only him...the guy with the gauntlet too.' Mikoto let her thoughts stop as she took a closer look at the other. He dressed...interestingly but she was used to Kuja and therefore was not surprised. However, the gauntlet is what caught her curiosity. He didn't seem like he was going to attack them... Yet why would he risk wearing such a sharp looking gauntlet? He may be hiding something under there. However, it was then she realized that Zidane had finally revealed himself, turning her head to look at her brother. Instantly her eyes brightened as her dress ruffled more. Being irritated that she had been somehow reduced to a dog, she allowed her tail to swirl around her leg. However, it went unnoticed due to the bulk of the dress and the fact it was fairly long. She also didn't miss the look Zidane gave towards the bluenette. They knew each other? She couldn't fathom how until she realized something; Zidane hadn't appeared in Alexandria. He also didn't stay in Alexandria the entire time; he may have fled to Burmecia but he may have traveled to Archades...then decided to bunk with his friend. However, it was strange that Zidane didn't even mention about her missing tail; surely, he would have been concerned with why she hid it? However, Zidane would be caught dead hiding his tail from anyone, though she would be surprised to learn that, in fact, he did once. Though, it was forced. There was hope for everyone that Mikoto never found out what happened in Obel Lake. Though, also, the time in Rabanstre where Zidane went to try to free his tail and ended up in the trap of a thief. The Cat was no longer around, but what he felt that day would possibly never leave, as Obel Lake never did. Mikoto may laugh and never see her brother the same way again knowing he was stolen from by a thief and never found her again. However, she realized she needed to concentrate and not act like the child she was and snapped her attention to the front, staring at the company before her. Like a proper lady, she had to wait, no matter how much her tail was constricting the blood circulation of her leg, as she waiting for either Emperor Larsa or Kuja and Queen Garnet to move. It was this time she took notice of the bluenette once more. He seemed to recognize Zidane too, so she knew she wasn't seeing things. 'Maybe you should show them your tail, Miko. Zidane's doing it and the blue-haired dude seems fine with it!' Mikoto felt a small tang of fear at the thought of it. No, what if the other two didn't approve? Hell, what if the rest of the Archadian Court didn't approve? Midgar proved to her that people would sneer at her tail and Alexandria proved that people could hold ill will towards her tail. Archades could prove to be one or the other, or perhaps both. She wouldn't chance it. Perhaps if she met a Viera, she would change her mind, however. There were no Vieras within the castle, though. Then she looked at the blonde-tipped haired man and saw him glaring at her, which instantly made her divert her eyes to Emperor Larsa. Did he not like her or could he tell that she was indeed hiding something? It made her more reluctant to actually remove her tail from the confines of her dress. It would be Emperor Larsa who made the first move. He did not look but he addressed the Queen Garnet and Lord Kuja. Of course he would address them first; they were company of the important people, though definitely important enough if they were along side both the Queen Garnet and her royal adviser. However, Mikoto held her tongue. Kuja was right to put trust in Mikoto and distrust in Zidane. When he spoke, she realized he sounded a lot more formal than...she ever could. Like Zidane, she found that she couldn't get used to the royal life but, unlike him, was apparently the better actor. It seemed like she had gotten the ability of acting as both of her brothers. He addressed them and also welcomed his party, which included her. He spoke again about resting. Though she didn't need rest, she held her tongue once more, knowing the question, or rather statement, wasn't directed at her. Dinner sounded much more pleasurable, though, she would find it it would be best not to attend the dinner at all. She held suspicions that Kuja wanted to kill his own puppet, but she underestimated when, how, and where. She knew who he was going to kill and why. Zidane would find it quite a shock to know that, one day, Queen Garnet would be dead and Kuja would hold the throne, for Garnet held no siblings and the royal adviser was usually the second-in-line. She would find out soon that she would not be at the bloody banquet for along the way, she would meet a girl whom she had knowledge of but never met. She go sense the ghost that was within the pendant floating around somewhere near by, as if detecting the girl's presence. Mikoto would give it further thought when Larsa spoke again. They would walk soon, but not now, as Kuja had something planned, it seemed. The ghost of Scara's mother would have to wait; she had business to attend to. Mikoto would never see the cold glare that was shot at Zidane, but she could almost feel it, her tail bristling slightly. She hoped Kuja and Zidane would behave as she was right now. Mikoto listened to Queen Garnet's small talk and she sounded exactly like how she remembered the actual Garnet sounding like. Which, was slightly eerie, causing her tail to bristle more. Queen Garnet could be easily mistaken for the puppet, and vise versa. However, Mikoto had seen through the ploy because of a few key elements that Vivi had told her. She owed Vivi a lot. She hoped, though he was dead, that he would be revived someday and she could tell him that. Kuja seemed to have her thoughts within his mind; he wanted to eat dinner instead of resting. Zidane may interject or perhaps run off, but for all of their sake, she hoped he would do and say nothing as Kuja spoke. They both knew how Kuja hated being cut off. Even worse, when things didn't go according to his plan. Though Larsa had saved the introductions for later, the puppet had played her role beautifully and asked for Kuja to introduce both Zidane and Mikoto to Larsa before they walked. Mikoto planned for her next 'act', one Kuja nor Zidane would see coming from her. Once, Mikoto held a sharp tongue and little emotions. Now, she would prove to them both how much she had learned. Though it had been little bits and pieces from the worlds she had traveled and the people she had met along the way, it was mostly thanks to Alexandria, Kuja, and Zidane. Would those words of thanks ever come out of Mikoto? They would, at the proper time, of course. But obviously, it wouldn't happen right now. Mikoto waited until Kuja mentioned her. But first, Kuja apologized to Emperor Larsa. Mikoto had to hold much restrain to narrow her eyes in shock. She didn't know Kuja was capable of apologizing for anything. However, Kuja was a great actor and also wouldn't dare stir up the Emperor Larsa over something small. Kuja gave her a very accurate description of her, though a bit insulting at the same time but she wouldn't show it, as it was time for her to show Kuja and Zidane just how much she learned. After he paused, Mikoto took her dress, making sure her tail wouldn't be revealed, and politely curtsied, a move she doubted either of her brothers knew she could do. "It is a pleasure, Emperor Larsa Ferrinas Solidor." How Mikoto memorized the name was a mystery. It did have to do with sneaking into Kuja's room and collecting letters from Larsa he had tossed away in hopes she would surprise both Zidane, Kuja, and Larsa that she was capable of remembering his entire name. Her voice was sweet, not thick as honey, but sweet enough to be a touch of sugar. It also held a certain softness to it, like one would hold as a Lady of Alexandria. Then, to top the cake with a cherry, she gave him a very genuine smile small, but definitely kind, and for a girl her age, it was definitely surprisingly that she was able to pull this act off quite nicely. She slowly straightened herself, to make sure she appeared graceful for not falling and noble enough to feel disdain to being rushed, as Kuja went to announce her brother, who had an even more insulting introduction which Mikoto tried hard not to flinch at. Though it was truth, Kuja left out one remaining factor that she felt would be quite insulting. Kuja didn't mention Zidane, too, was also his brother. Perhaps due to Zidane's previous behavior that Kuja didn't want Emperor Larsa to think he was even remotely related to Zidane, though Mikoto and Zidane could pass as siblings because they were. However, even if Zidane reacted, the time for moving was now. She did not move until Queen Garnet and Kuja moved, allowing Mikoto to follow in pursuit. She knew if she took the stage what the consequences would be for both Kuja and Larsa. It wasn't a proper thing to do, even if she was just a child. She couldn't use it as an excuse, nor want to, for the Emperor Larsa proved to be a very well composed gentlemen at his age. Surely she could be as composed? It was time, with the introductions out of the way and the party moving towards the dining halls, she would give notice to the ghost. She couldn't see her, but she could feel her presence. Though, she doubted, with how no one was reacting, they couldn't feel the same sensation as she could with the presence of the ghost. At how she was acting, Mikoto could conclude that her daughter, as well as the original owner of the pendant, was somewhere around the castle. 'I wish I brought the pendant with me...' She thought. If her hunch was correct, and that Scara was in the castle along with Vento, she would have to give back the pendant she forgot back in Alexandria. 'Persian? Do me a favor and go to Alexandria and make sure that the pendant is safe.' 'You want me to leave you? No chance!' 'Just for a day. Keep it well hidden if it's still there then come back to me within our mind.' It sounded probable. Plus, Kuja and Zidane would be very near her. She wouldn't have to act as her guardian for at least their visiting time. 'Fine Kiddo. But only for tonight. Then, I'll return. If the pendant goes missing I'll find who took it. Deal?' Mikoto nodded inwardly. She could feel the cat's presence leave her. She would formulate nearby Archades and go towards the Zertinan Caverns where she would head towards Alexandria. Mikoto knew asking Persian to bring it back here wouldn't do her any good. The Archadians wouldn't be happy to fine a giant cat at their doorstep nor would they be happy for it trying to get through Archades. This way, Mikoto would have it safety hidden and, when she had the ability to, would return it to the rightful owner. It was then she felt a nice soothing breeze around her. 'Hello, Mikoto. Do you remember me?' 'Vento, right?' 'Skip dinner. I will have someone provide you dinner, but Scara must speak with you.' Mikoto took this time to look at Queen Garnet and Lord Kuja as well as the back of Emperor Larsa and his two guardians or, at least, bodyguards. 'I was looking forward to having dinner with everyone.' A sigh was emitted but nothing else was said. 'I will skip the dinner.' It was within good fortune she decided upon this. She would not see Queen Garnet die via poison from the assassin Kuja hired nor Zidane's reaction to the death. She would, however, need a valid excuse for skipping out on dinner while trying to appear lady-like and also appeal to Kuja and make it a part of his plan. Though, it seemed, it would be easy to have win Kuja's favor in her skipping dinner; he knew that Queen Garnet would die this day and would most likely not want his sister to see. But, with her desire not to want to attend dinner, he would most likely be happy; if she held the desire to come, he could do nothing but watch as she witnessed murder before her very eyes. Mikoto would be saved, but not for very long. However, a plan formulated into her mind as she fell back, away from Queen Garnet and Kuja, and closed to Zidane. "Zidane...if we go to dinner now, I don't think I could eat...I'm still full. I'll hate to look bad in front of the Emperor Larsa and all if I refuse to eat the food he had prepared for us..." The whisper was loud enough for Kuja, but not the Queen and definitely not to Emperor Larsa and his company to hear in hopes Kuja knowing that her sister was 'not hungry' and wouldn't want to attend the dinner. Plus, she was being kind by not bothering her brother by, instead, going to Zidane and, basically, asking for his opinion on what she should do. "I think skipping the dinner would be better than trying to politely excuse myself but...at least one of us must accompany Kuja and Queen Garnet to the dinner or else it'll make us look bad..." That whisper was softer, but still audible, as if Mikoto realized her whisper was loud enough, but was still trying to adjust the volume of her voice. However, it would doom Zidane to eat 'royal food' if he allowed his sister to leave because she was 'full'. However, with this meeting with Scara, she had to find a way to skip out on the dinner and to spare her eyes from what was going to come next, though no one but Kuja himself knew about the events. So she wasn't suspicious, she quickened her pace and walked the same speed as she had previously. She had to hold her part, after all. TEMPLATE MADE BY RIMY OF OTE

[Zidane Tribal]

[/i] was the Emperor? He was even younger than Dagger! What is up with the rulers and getting younger!? Zidane fought back the urge to blurt some cute comment on the tiny Emperor. Yet, ruining the peace was not in the monkey boy’s plans. Plus he preferred keeping his tail out of Kuja’s wrath.

Sky blue eyes fell to a certain bluenette, and Zidane’s lips curved upward. His eyes brightened and Fayt would be able to pick up Zidane’s hinting: Why wasn’t Fayt next to ‘his’ Emperor. Considering, as Zidane would want to highly blurt, the princess was meant to stand by their prince. However a swift glance to the brunette with frosted tips made Zidane nearly arch a brow. Something about this guy screamed ‘Fayt’s prince’ – but the genome wouldn’t come to such conclusions right away. Kuja and the puppet Queen would stand before the Emperor, who took a bow. On cue, did Kuja return the bow and Garnet a curtsey to Larsa.

And this is the part where everyone says “Charmed.” That was the thief’s only thought. Of course, Larsa would speak of a banquet prepared for them and suggested of rest. The tail swayed as Zidane nearly bellowed ‘We don’t need rest! Let’s get this over with!’, but nothing escaped the lips. Instead he stood perfectly still awaiting for the party to, once again, walk. His muscles twitched with impatience, already wanting this whole day to be over with. All he wanted was to flop down in casual clothes, brag to someone about his travels, and even torment Princess Blueberry some more. A gaze to the airship gave the thief wanting to take it for a ride while this dinner went down.

Luck was not on his side, for the Queen spoke up to address her advisor. Once more Zidane’s tail lashed at the sudden closeness between the forms, unsure on how to take the sudden action. Keeping his cool was getting rough, but Zidane pulled through with a hard swallow. Then, suddenly, he felt himself melt away at the gesture. He was being ushered to stand at her side, and he complied. Keeping his shoulders raised high and perfect, Zidane nearly jumped for joy. Dagger was actually accepting him again! Glorious day this could suddenly be!

Kuja spoke of the smaller blonde, instantly causing Mikoto to step forward. Mikoto’s tiny fingers would grasp her dress, curtseying gracefully directly afterward. However, something felt at amiss with her motions and Zidane instantly caught it. His kid sister was going out of her way to hide her tail, which marked her as a genome. Suddenly the monkey boy knew he’d enter this place alone with pride of what he was. Boy, how great was it to be a genome now when the others would hide what race they were?

Suddenly she spoke and, by the sake of Terra never returning, did Mikoto have the sugar sweet tone perfect. Much to Kuja’s own tone; both were truly flawless when they needed to be. Of course, the same was said at the Queen. Boy wasn’t the gypsy the odd one out. Considering the point his sister even knew the Emperor’s full name! Zidane didn’t even know this guy’s name! What was with this domino effect!?

Kuja’s words rang once more, this time to address the crowd of Zidane’s existence. Zidane felt, and let, his jaw lock in irritation as he took his place next to the fake Garnet. Suddenly he wasn’t good enough to be addressed as a sibling? Let alone being demoted to a personal guard? Last time he checked he wasn’t near Rusty with a career choice. The sky blue eyes casted straight ahead, the raw irritation visible within Zidane’s crystalline orbs. He would slowly begin to shift his jaw, grinding his teeth to keep quiet. However, the emotional appendage was not as easy to control and Zidane knew his tail lashed rapidly.

As words fell silent everyone would expect the same respected treatment to come from Zidane. Yet, there was a pause as the monkey boy struggled with his own emotions. Once more his tail lashed before his eyes came to a fluttering shut. Though not graceful the blonde still gave a bow, his eyes peering toward the Emperor. ”I’ll be sure to share the stories of evil I once fought, someday. If it would please anyone, of course,” a hit directly toward the Alexandrian advisor, as Zidane rose from the bow. Was the monkey boy threatening Kuja in his own, unique, way? Or was this a ploy just to irritate Kuja at his own game?

Once the introduction was completed, he’d shift weight to stand behind the puppet. Following Mikoto’s lead, he’d keep right up in pace with the leaders. Damn was this day moving slow for the male, as he almost exhaled another sigh – only to remember the glare Kuja would give. Zidane would let his eyelids lower almost bored with the slow pace they were walking. Why did royalty move worse than snails? Suddenly the eyes would snap widely as a light tug came to his cuff.

His attention fell to his sister, her gaze not falling on him. With a slight arch of a brow he whispered,”What’s troubling you?” It wasn’t much of a wait before Mikoto replied back and rather loudly compared to how he spoke. His tail twitched upward, slightly startled, before he attempted to shush her by his gaze alone. Last thing he needed was Mikoto getting the same gaze Kuja kept giving him.

”Not hungry, huh?” His eyes never left Mikoto, already fearing what she’d ask. Sure enough, she insisted on it without hesitation. Once again Zidane’s tail would lash, but not because of what his sister wanted – but, instead, because that was the one thing Freya had not prepped him for. Swallowing hard, the blonde fell silent for a moment during their walking. Was he, alone, ready to play the part? However, Mikoto would feel awkward at such a table. Giving a curt nod, Zidane would reply in a hushed tone,”I know what spoon is for what, I should be alright. Hurry up and get going, I’ll take care of everything. You just better eat later when I bring you food, deal?”
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[Fayt Leingod]

Fayt was doing a damn good job of pretending to be interested in what was going on around him, but really he was just sort of staring into space, waiting for something to happen that required his immediate attention.

Though he blinked - and when his vision went dark for that exponential moment, a vision of a crimson feline slipped into his mind, for some unexplained reason. This was followed by a slight 'pressure' at the back of his mind, and Faire Virer burst out in a whinnying snort.

E-excuse me?

One navy eyebrow twitched gently at that, as Fayt thought back, Something wrong?

It is nothing, the pegasus insisted, then fell silent again.

Thinking abstractly that he was probably a bit nuts for hearing voices in his head anyway, even if said voice had a physical form, Fayt shoved down the urge to roll his eyes. The voice in his head having voices in his head wasn't something he needed to be told? Alright. All right, suit yourself, damn horse.

Faire Virer whinnied at him indignantly then. "If you must know, I am beginning to regret my choice."

Fayt ignored him. Again. Straightening slightly as he caught Zidane's glance and the question hidden therein, his own eyes narrowed sharply at the blond, a challenge thrown right back. And why are you behind yours?

Of course, this was an estimate, but Fayt was either spot-on or way off... and he had a thought of which it was.

Blah blah blah. Pleasantries, more pleasantries, superficial stuff that the bluenette probably should be interested in - shifting his weight from foot to foot, he felt himself stiffening, and knew he'd never be cut out for diplomacy - and yet the only part he cared about or even deigned to listen to were the introductions.

The girl next to Zidane looked more like his sister than Kuja's - but obviously, if they were siblings, she'd have a tail as well. Merely observing, he hypothesized that Kuja was the odd one out in the looks department, as if blond hair and blue eyes were a norm of Alexandria - which couldn't be true, given Garnet's shade.

He was dwelling, evidently, on something that was only semantics. And as his gaze flickered to the Queen's Adviser again, his thoughts split in two, noting on the one hand that Kuja was... alright, he was attractive, and then on the other he thought privately that the silverette would get on well with Albel.

And then that image entered his mind, unbidden, and it was all he could do to hold back a delicate snicker.

It was pretty impressive that Mikoto got Larsa's full name right on the first try - he hadn't even been aware of the Emperor's middle name.

Falling in behind the Alexandrian party as a rear guard of sorts, Fayt lost himself in his own thoughts again, content with not being introduced. His ego wasn't that big that everyone had to know his name, and he was hardly important enough to warrant interest anyway.

Mikoto left the party, and the bluenette only noted this offhand, slightly curious but knowing well not to intrude. Though he did quicken his pace at that, catching up with Zidane a few strides ahead, to shoot a quiet query at the Alexandrian.

"The hero type, huh?"

[Albel Nox]

POST BY ALBEL NOX

!!!

THE WEAK AREN'T WORTH MY WHILE

LET ME SEE YOU SQURIM.

YOU'VE GIVEN IN TO - RECKLESS DARK DESIRES

Albel tried to seem so into this conversation they had but, like Fayt, even he found himself...well, rather bored. He wasn't much into political talk but one move towards the Alexandrian Party and he most likely would end their little peace talk and also get Larsa really mad...how mad? Albel wouldn't want to imagine it; though Archades was much less...brutal than Airygylph, Albel still wouldn't want to deal with them.

He did notice Kuja, however, staring at him particularly too long. Was he interested in him? He wouldn't be surprised; he brought a gauntlet, not a very friendly one, to a peace talk. He held his secrets, but Kuja kept his tongue for he was smart enough to know if Albel could keep his secrets, then he could keep his secrets. Break them, and he'll break his. Simple.

He heard an amused chuckle from Crosell, clearly finding something very funny. 'It seems like we are not alone, Faire Virer.' He spoke as Albel glanced at Fayt. What did Crosell mean they were 'not alone'? It didn't matter; they started to walk and Albel was forced to remain by the Emperor's side. despite what Zidane thought, Albel was here first.

He brought the stray Fayt here...dragged him into this place. That would be one move Albel would always regret. Albel wasn't too happy that Fayt dared to move near that monkey boy. Albel made a noticable move that he was watching Fayt move closer to the monkey boy. So they did know each other. Was that possibly jealousy in his eyes?

However, Albel was forced to turn his head straight, though it was quite noticeable that Albel was not pleased by this.

D I S C O N N E C T

& SELF DESTRUCT

[Larsa Ferrinas Solidor]

His eyes met Kuja's as the adviser responded, and Larsa thought to himself that the man seemed very comfortable in his position. Though his explanation made sense, and at that, the raven nodded. "I did presume as much. If that is your wish..."

More pleasantries were exchanged, traditions that must be observed even if he did think them so much frivolity, and at the introductions Larsa met each of their gazes and bowed. Mikoto's greeting and use of his full name impressed him. "Lady Mikoto and Lord Zidane, a pleasure to meet you both. It would please me to hear those tales shared, and perhaps we may exchange, if you might."

He wasn't so unobservant to not catch the subtle glances between Fayt and Zidane, but Lord Kuja was very much unreadable. This worried the young lord, who was quite used to honest individuals. The silver-haired man's intentions were impossible to discern.

It occurred to him that he ought to introduce the two men that walked with them. In a flash of ingenuity, Larsa did decide to kill two birds with one stone, if that was the appropriate metaphor, and spoke to the party of four. "I have been inattentive and neglectful on my own part, if that is so. Permit me to introduce my two advisers; Judge Magister Nirankar to my side, and Judge Magister Adonai behind."

Ignoring the glances from the pair of them that he was sure to get, or perhaps just brushing them off with a delicate smile, the Emperor kept walking, noting when the transition from steel to carpeting of a lush maroon hue did solidify. At this, further on, a messenger disappeared around the farthest corner, no doubt to alert the cooks that they were on their way.

Leading the procession down the hall, content to save conversation 'till they could speak face to face and perhaps more frankly, Larsa took the aforementioned corner and then three more, arriving before a set of wood and glass bay doors. A pair of servants rushed to pull them open, admitting the group to the lavish banquet hall - a trio of chandeliers hung with delicate glass and gold and silver, the center fixture the largest, cast a multifaceted glow over the deep mahogany flooring and similarly shaded table, long enough to easily seat twenty. To their left, large windows overlooked the city, lending a view as far as the Moonflow, and the Twilight Town clocktower on the farthest horizon as the sun set behind the palace.

Fine china and silverware were already laid - seven sets, though one would go empty, as 'not hungry' as Mikoto had been to leave the party. All of the settings were clustered at the far head of the table.

"If you would forgive us the formality of dining, we may progress to our talks whenever you may wish. Those within our presence may be trusted," he said, mostly to Queen Garnet but with a subtle glance to Lord Kuja.

Taking a deep breath as he prepared for the moment, Larsa then strayed from expectation and tradition. Table settings held a sort of hierarchy that he was never much of a stickler for, as it were. Dropping into a small bow, the Archadian spoke up.

"Queen Garnet, I would ask that you be seated at the head of my table, as an example of my goodwill and wish for us to treat each other as equals. It is not my intention to exert my fortune, position, or control, merely for us to reach a harmonious alliance. This is my wish.

"If you would wish not to, then so be it. However, I intend to deviate from the footsteps laid down by my ancestors, for the sake of the situation we now find ourselves in. I daresay we did not foresee our two countries ever pursuing the need for coexistence," this was said with a wry smile, and only now did he rise from the bow. "and as times change, it is my wish that traditions change with them, lest we hold old prejudice to new friends."

It was an olive branch, of course, one far along the limb. He would understand if it was too far beyond the norm for the Alexandrian queen to respect, but what no one else saw was the slight test this presented.

At the deviation from the script, as it were, was it made more obvious who held the reins of Alexandria. Whether it was Queen Garnet, above him in years but of a very small margin, or her adviser, the Lord Kuja.

Where he, the Magisters, and their guests sat was contingent upon this response, but Larsa would seat himself in answer to what Garnet would say, and at this, the servants would appear with the first course, sorted on individual plates.

[Kuja]

The soft sound of a harp echoed in the silver haired genomes head, that sound only meant one thing to him Siren had come to play. "My lord I thought I would just inform you that two more like me are in among us, oh and Zidane is looking rather fetching today" she giggled once in her sweet sing-song voice before she was gone. She had a habit of showing up any time she pleased. Kuja kept his composer on the outside, blue eyes glanced around slightly pretending to look at the walls however he was more trying to judge who would have a summon out of them.

It was then Kuja noticed the way the blueberry haired guy and Zidane were looking at each other, he could almost feel the snarl behind his teeth wanting to come out. However it seemed that he would luck out a little, Mikoto had decided to speak up. He watched his younger sister with pride, she was acting like a proper young lady it was something he had wanted for her since she arrived in Alexandria. He looked over at her when she rose; he gave her a small nod and a smile. The puppet next to him had her eyes trained forward as they followed Larsa, she felt like she was being lead to her death by the Silver haired man’s arm she currently held. Yes the words of the Bug haired blonde still rang clear in her mind, she could not avoid her fate but she would not take it lying down.

Kuja caught the movement of Mikoto from the corner of his eye; he had no problem with her walking behind them she did not need to be up the front. However when her soft voice whispered about not being hungry, Kuja found this rather perfect really. He didn't wish for her to be there during the dinner or the events that would unfold, he was unsure if she would be able to keep her mouth shut in such a heated moment. However he could not simply speak to her so freely and tell her she could go; instead he opened his mind and activated a power he had not used since Zidane had been trapped in his palace. He blocked his mind from everyone else’s and made sure only Mikoto would hear him "Mikoto I will not force you to come with us, you may excuse yourself if you wish however you must cover yourself". He would wait for her to leave before his mind closed again; the powers he had not used in a while had become rusty.

When the blue haired berry moved back to walk closer to Zidane, well Kuja couldn't help but cast a glance back at them. He did it slowly first looking at the wall then moving his eyes towards them, almost as if he found the structure of the building interesting and for all the Archades party knew he may just like building structures. When his eyes well on the duo they lingered on them, sapphire blue eyes flashed with jealousy. If this had not been a formal setting, and this was not part of one of his schemes of war Kuja might have very well attacked the Archades solder. It would be Larsa's voice that would snap his attention away from them, his eyes carefully watching the Emperor as he introduced the men.

"It is a pleasure to meet you both, looking at both of you I feel that I am as safe in this kingdom as I was in my own" Garnet looked at them both, giving each one a smile and a small bow of her head. Kuja shifted his right shoulder slightly, allowing silver hair to fall perfectly around the fabric of his top. "Yes it would appear we are very safe here my Queen such a wonderful feeling, a sign of a strong leader indeed" he did not cast his glance on either of the judges, he could not stand to look at the blue haired one and the other male held no interest to him. As they continued on their journey towards the dining hall, the silver haired siren was taking note of everything around him.

As the floor changed and the hallways became more lavish things started to look better, Kuja hated being in the air dock it was horrid and hurt his senses. This was what he wanted in life a lavish home, a kingdom to rule with people laying at his feet ready to throw their lives away for him. The party had fallen back into silence as they walked the soft rustling of the Queens dress was the only thing to be heard. They rounded one last corner to be greeted with the sight of glass and wood doors being opened by some servants. As the party passed through the doorway, a small intake of breath beside him alerted Kuja that the puppet was stunned with the beauty of the room.

The gently fingers that were wrapped around his arm let go, as the girl by his side took a few steps closer to the table. He didn't care what she was looking at or what she was doing at the current moment. For he found himself standing before one of the large glass windows, one pale hand on his hip as the other rested on the window ledge. His back was turned to everyone else, so no one could see the smirk on his lips as he stared down at the city. The gears of his mind had begun to move, painting a picture of the city on fire as its people begged for mercy. He heard the emperor speak but he did not need to say anything, the puppet had been the one he spoke to but that didn't mean he never felt those eyes glance at him. "Shall we talk during the meal then? it will do us all some good to sit down together" she gave Larsa a smile.

It was when the young raven haired youth yet again spoke, did both Kuja and Garnet both watch him. Kuja was interested in what the youth had to say, strange yes for him to give up his seat of power to an outsider, while the puppet watched him offer her such kindness, it was at that moment that she longed to be human more than anything. Master and Puppet listened to every word, however while Kuja analysed every word to see if there was some trick to them the puppet simply smiled back at him her eyes soft and gentle. Kuja moved away from the window as the young lord spoke, with a grace that was all his own he position himself back at the Queens side when the last word fell from the others lips.

"To give up your seat at the table such a strange thing to do, are you positive you should be doing something like that?" Kuja quickly gave a bow to Larsa, making sure to bow his head as low as possible. "Forgive me Emperor Larsa" he remained bowing at the other, it was important that he play the part well. Garnet took a step forward to defuse the situation, as a good Queen would. "Please do not think I’ll of him, he is a man of tradition" she placed a hand on the genomes back, with that as a signal he then straighten back up and took a step backwards.

"I would like to thank you for your kindness, also for offering me your seat at the table however I feel like I cannot take your seat for that would make me seem like I am in power" she placed her hands on the front of her dress, and gave a small cough to clear her throat. "We should sit at the table as equals, I will happily sit at the table like everyone else if you so wish you may sit at the head for I would hate for anyone of your kingdom to see and think less of you. I do not want any power of you, nor do I want to be position into any power over you my only wish is for us to create a bond of peace and friendship on equal terms".

With that she gave him one last smile becoming turning to the table, Kuja moved in front of her to pull her chair out for her. She took the second seat from the front; Kuja took the seat to her right while they both left the other seat open for Zidane.

[Mikoto]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellSpacing,0,true][atrb=cellPadding,0,true][atrb=style, width: 450px; background: url(http://i55.tinypic.com/2jct1fn.jpg); -moz-border-radius-topright: 3em; -moz-border-radius-topleft: 3em; -moz-border-radius-bottomright: 3em; border-left: 2px solid #d5cfbb; border-top: 2px solid #d5cfbb; border-bottom: 5px solid #d5cfbb; border-right: 5px solid #d5cfbb; padding-left: 10px; padding-right: 10px;] Accidentally in love, WORDS ⊙ idk, TAGS ⊙ Kuja/Zidane/Larsa, NOTES ⊙She won't be here for Fayt and Albel so~, Zidane misunderstood. She was proud of being a Genome, but she wanted to be accepted more. Though, it was partially her fault for never telling both brothers of her experience of...prejudice against her tail. She may...not be accepted. It was a childish thing to think, but she was a child and therefore allowed to think such things. Though, at the same time, it was as if she were an adult. It seemed like her ploy with telling Zidane she wasn't hungry was working. Though the cat didn't make herself known again after the question, she made herself known again. 'I called you a stud~ Maybe after this whole thing we can go meet somewhere...more privately~' Mikoto pushed the voice out of her head. she didn't need her interrupting her and Zidane talking. At Zidane talking to her, Mikoto seemed to contemplate his words. Mostly because Kuja's own voice came into her mind. 'Alright.' the small voice that entered Kuja's mind must've been a shock to her brother most likely - he wouldn't have expected Mikoto to be able to answer back. She should've been just like Zidane, only able to hear. "Promise." Mikoto said, just as Fayt started to talk to her brother. It was up to Zidane to escort her or not; Mikoto politely took her leave and started to walk straight while the rest of the company turned. It was strange; it was as if she knew what room she was searching for. If Zidane chose to follow her, as an escort to appear more proper, she would go to a door and find it unlock. "Thank you." She would say to him, if he chose to follow her as she opened the door and closed it. 'Were you following me, Mikoto?' Mikoto said nothing, only waiting for any possible company she had to move away. Persian was freed from her binds, only to stare ahead. "Mikoto, right? My name's Scara." It would be then where they would hang around each other, past the bloody banquet's end. Mikoto would find out about the Queen Garnet's death, with Scara and Persian, and run straight out of the room. She wouldn't stay there for too many things would be running through her head. She knew the Queen Garnet, she knew who killed her, and she knew she wasn't Queen Garnet at all... Worse off, she never told Zidane. [EXIT: MIKOTO] TEMPLATE MADE BY RIMY OF OTE

[Zidane Tribal]

[/i] an intense gaze from somewhere. He shifted and adjusted his pace to match Fayt’s and his lips spreading to a smile. ”Looks like I get a personal body guard myself,” he joked loosely. Without knowledge of Kuja watching, the blonde gave a quick sweep up and down of Fayt. Releasing a familiar chuckle as the bluenette spoke, Zidane’s tail would attempt to brush at Fayt’s leg; the blonde needing to lighten up the mood, and amuse himself, as the time passed slowly. Realizing he avoided the question long enough, Zidane figured it was about time he spoke.

”Yeah, guess I am.” A cheeky response came from the golden haired teen, not ashamed of acting immaturely on the way to the palace. Shifting his gaze to the blueberry Zidane’s hand fell to Mikoto’s wrist to keep her close momentarily. As she fell silent, he only assumed she was debating whether or not to truly leave. Never once would he guess her and Kuja were speaking using a similar technique. The tail swayed with Zidane’s stride and he spoke again,”I’m a lot of things.” Which includes royalty now. Sky blue orbs lost their shine momentarily at the simple thought of stuck in this position. Zidane was torn between a chained down noble in appearance, while his true nature clawed his insides to be free like the gypsy he was raised to be.

The motion of Mikoto aiming to take her leave brought Zidane to reality. Glancing down at the other blonde, Zidane’s lips gave a light smile. Then his attention was at Fayt when Zidane gave a nod,”Well, gotta take Kuja’s sister to her room. She’s getting impatient here..!” Oh, yes, his heart threatened to convulse at those words. His throat tightened but the blonde merely flashed a genuine smile toward Fayt. His voice wanted to come out as a dry whisper, hoping the words weren’t going to be caught by the Emperor (or anyone particularly prone to jealousy). Masking his pain with a fake chipper tone, the whisper was given,”Princess Blueberry, I’ll be back to torment ya after all this. I gotta keep myself amused after all.” Obviously the actor let his formalities slip.

Zidane gave one, last, swift half wave before tagging along with Mikoto. Once far from the group the monkey boy let his fingers interlock behind his neck, after he cracked the said neck. Stifling a yawn, not bothering to cover his mouth if he needed to or not, Zidane let his lashes flutter shut. ”This is gonna be a long dinner,” a comment that was meant to stay within thoughts. Not like the genome cared to keep all his thoughts silent. Coming to their destination, by whatever guided Mikoto and he did not question on how she knew were to go. Zidane rolled his head to crack his neck again, and his arms fell limply to his sides before pushing said door open. Of course the blonde was startled by the glorious room before him. To hell was this a guest room!

He exhaled,”Geez, they went all out.” Shaking his head, making the blonde locks sway, he spoke again. ”Since you’re sure you’re gonna be okay. I guess I gotta get back.” He’d give a half wave to his sister before turning on his heels, beginning his way back – or so all would believe. In fact, the thief’s lips curved into a huge smile. This was, indeed, the time to explore the area without interruption. Without Princess Blueberry distracting him with another spar and trying to be a hero.

***

He wasn’t pleased being escorted into the dining hall. Man, I wasn’t even gone long. The tip of Zidane’s monkey tail twitched in irritation by being accompanied by a royal guard like he, honestly, needed a babysitter. Zidane knew what he exactly wanted, but two distractions from his goal of finding some gil. However he actually found enjoyment out of tormenting Zorn and Thorn, the twin jesters formally to Alexandria, by playing the role of the King of Alexandria. Plus, he fought back the urge to snicker, the fact they were beaten to a pulp by Eiko was quite a sight to picture. Speaking of the little summoner Zidane knew he was going to attempt to find her, unknown to the fact she was making her own exit. Of course, he didn’t get to speak much more after their story before practically – almost – kicking the jesters out of the window when a guard came calling his name.

A hand to his shoulder jolted Zidane out of thoughts, his sky blue eyes landing on the same guard who escorted him. Monkey boy’s tail bristled as he took the hint and he began making his way toward the group. A blonde brow was raised in confusion since he, apparently, missed an offering Dagger was currently denying. With a light shake of his head confirmed the teen wouldn’t even bother solving it; he, after all, wasn’t quite into thinking entirely when it came to thinking. He was smart, yes, but with instincts ruling most of his judgments. The clicks of Dagger’s heels caught his attention and Zidane would watch her take a seat; graceful as always. Speaking of grace itself, Zidane’s sky blue eyes trailed Kuja making his way and repeat Dagger’s action of sitting. Then it clicked: he was meant to sit in the open seat.

He would take a seat while fighting the urge not to flop like he normally would. Once he was settled and comfortable (which took quite a bit for Zidane) he began to let his eyes explore the room finally. Chandeliers hung from the high roof, brilliantly shimmering in the light, and the teen’s jaw threatened to drop once more. The entire room was a thief’s playground, if Zidane would give into such desires. Even down to the silverware, and Zidane let his eyes hover to the silver. Bet Baku knows what silver goes for.[/colour]

A servant placing a plate down had startled Zidane, having seen his own reflection in what wasn’t covered in an appetizer of some sort? Like Zidane honestly knew how rich people ate and in what order. His tail would wrap around the back, left, leg of the chair – his instincts to feel secure himself kicking in (that and to prevent his tail from being stepped on). Once more his gaze fell to the silverware as his heart leapt to his throat, making him catch his breath. Dammit, which one goes to what again?[/colour] Swiftly the teen would observe the others, waiting for one of them to pick up an utensil or what not.

Realizing that wasn’t going to get him anywhere, Zidane had to think on his toes. Why didn’t he pay attention to to Etoile that day? Let’s see, what had distracted him from that lesson? Was it the fact she threatened to use the knife to slice off his own tail if he got it wrong? Or the fact she spat to use Brutus – wait, Brutus was there. The seven foot guy towered behind her, constantly flailing his arms like he was drowning, and seemingly always pointing at something when she gave him a quiz on what went with what. Zidane’s eyes glinted after realization dawned on him Brutus was his aid in that day's lesson. Knowing what exactly he needed Zidane’s hand practically flew to the right silverware. Yes!

He’d quickly gaze to Dagger and Kuja, smiling broadly with pride at getting it right.
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