Post by Kuja on Feb 4, 2011 14:39:12 GMT -5
real big fan of yours ,
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"every night I'll be with you
do you love her? do you love her?
everyday I dream of you
do you love me? do you love me?"[/center]
quite the joke to you ,
[/color][/font][/center]"so, hon. welcome to the distorted world.
what's your name?"
"Welcome indeed, the cast is incomplete without the main character. ♥ You may address me as Kuja."
"ey, that's pretty cute. how old are you, and where are ya affiliated?"
"For your sake, we’ll say twenty. And but of course I am affiliated with the grand city of Alexandria, MY city."
"young'un, are you? well then, i can deal. so... how bout you and me go on a date?"
"Is it your sport to play the jester? Very well then, though I tire quickly of your kind. Girls are pretty to look at and to sit like little bird on my shoulder, but I can rely much more on the confidence of a man. You’ll keep that secret, won’t you? ♥"
"aaand.. what is your specialization?"
"Magic, of course. I am an apt black mage. Anyone who crosses me will be obliterated. ♥"
"cool, cool. i guess youre a little talented filly? i like 'em like that."
"You would, just keep in mind that your place is under my foot."
kissed me in your room ,
[/color][/font][/center]"and on to the second section! how tall are you, exactly?"
"I am five foot seven inches, not including my hair."
"ah, just three inches taller. hm. so, what's under your clothes? not that i wont find out for myself."
"I keep my body flawlessly slim. Surely you just need look at me to see that."
"okay, sorry. let's talk about some.. non - crude things? what's your personal style?"
"How boring. I dress in only a way that flatters my body, don’t think about picking it up."
"hey, you look like that celebrity... what was the name...?"
"Kuja."
"right! i remember now. you look just like them. except better, heh heh..."
"What else would you expect? ♥"
replied i love you too ,
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"soo, do you like or dislike anything?"
"Hn, let’s see. I enjoy being in control, it’s not my role to only play second best. I very much like theatrical literature. I absolutely adore sweets, when I get the chance to eat them, cakes, sweet breads…
I dislike animal appendages. It’s barbaric. Ignorance and stupidity annoy me to all ends. And, let’s see, damaged things. Torn pages, ripped clothing, anything of that nature."
"ohmyjonas, me too! wow, thats such a coincidence. so have any dirty habits or secrets?"
"I suppose I have a habit of violence, taking things I want, manipulating people… Ah, but you’re interested in secrets? Well, I’ll tell you, I’m not exactly human."
"coolness, yo. umm. home dawg. anyways. describe yourself."
"If there’s one thing I lust after, it’s power. The world would run a lot smoother if I was the voice of everything. Beauty would have new meaning."
"like dude! we're so compatible..."
"Mm-hm, whatever you say."
a little bit insecure ,
[/color][/font][/center]"okay, let's rush through this. i'm thinking dancing? then, we can talk about rooms."
"I think you’ve missed your date. Kindly escort yourself from my presence."
"shh, if my boss knew about our secret romance... so. what's your heritage?"
"I hail from Terra, I don’t believe you would quite know where that is, but don’t bother visiting, it’s a horrid place. I was… “raised” by a man named Garland, but he’s far and few between a father figure. In fact, I’d kill him if I got the chance."
"wow, your family would love me! have anyone else in your family?"
"I have a “brother”, you could say. He is called Zidane. He is nowhere near my level."
"oh. sounds horrible. haha. anything else important happen in your life?"
"My specialty is stirring turmoil, starting wars, harbinger of death. With my own power, I earned the keep of Alexandria—well it may as well be mine. The princess has forgotten so much recently. So just dwiddles like a song bird in her room."
"hey, look! we're done. so, i would ask you on a second date, but i'm about to explode. no, really. please step back."
"Peace is but a shadow of death, desperate to forget its painful past...Though we hope for promising years. After shedding a thousand tears, yesterday's sorrow constantly nears. And while the moon still shines blue, by dawn, it will turn to scarlet hue!"
of this mistreatment ,
[/color][/font][/center]name. Balth / Dante
age. 19.
rp experience. Around five years or so.
rules. Thandaga –aga – aga!
rp sample. I’ve never written Kuja before, so this is from my Balthier. ;PIt was a slow night for the run-down little bar, usually you could catch a few bar fights, some emotionally distressed women, but naught lie here for the pirate this ‘eve. Only his drink lay close to comfort him, cradled in the belly of his palm, occasionally lifted to the turn of his lips. His honey colored eyes lay un-shining upon his face, boredom taking a greater toll upon him then any. Still, the pirate retained his elegant posture, ankles cross below his seat, one arm placed comfortably along the back of his chair. It wasn’t an act, more of less the man’s first instinct, occasionally tugging at the egg-shell colored trim of his cuff irritably. The cubes of ice chimed against one another as he tilted his wrist. His lips tugged into an uncomfortable frown. How droll.
This may very well turn into one of those nights sitting at home would’ve endeavored the same as venturing out at all. Save for the coin he’d spent on the drink, but that wasn’t so much an issue in this place. In this, the outskirts of Byakko, serviced some of the military personal and some of the more sophisticated guests the city had to offer. It was sort of underground, so to speak. Not illegal or in any way contraband, it was simply on a need-to-know basis. And Balthier just so happened to know. However there were times like this were more profitable things could be at his fingertips then the back end of the bar’s furnishings. Standing on lithe legs, the man stretched himself out, a groan escaping the gap between his pearl white teeth. He was about to fish s few silvers from his pocket before spying a peculiar sight.
Across the room, tucked near a small window that looked out onto the light of the city sat a quite cheerless looking man, who, for some reason, snagged the pirates attention whole-heartedly. It wasn’t often one ate alone while in the prescience of others. Often when such a direction befitted a man he had either lost his date or was trying a tad to hard at social interaction. And not receiving much of it. This man by all standards should’ve fallen into the average category, a tree in a forest. Which was another phrase for his common blonde-brown tousle of hair, cut short and efficient, his whole visage shaded over as if in some sort of opaque film. However, something was familiar about him. The way he placed elbows upon the sullen oak table, hand embracing one another, chin rested upon them and exceptionally full lips drawn back in a sullen manner. Despite that, he seemed… noble. For lack of a better word. Dignified perhaps.
Standing rather aloof beside where he had once sat, he tightened his grip upon the glass he had intended to set down and pocketed his free hand with finesse, making his way across the room and raising the empty cup to one of the passing waitresses, signaling where he was headed. She’d send over a refill soon enough, more then likely with a note upon a tiny pink napkin.
“Evening.” His sultry voice introduced his arrival, stepping around the man and pulling out the chair with his leg. “Expecting anyone?” He asked, but already knew the answer, his body in mid-action of seating itself comfortably. Now getting a better look at the clearly older male, he had traces of dark circles under his eyes, not necessarily lack of sleep, but perhaps an intake of dreams and thoughts. His thinned eyes were fairly exotic to this area, Balthier’s own eyes more full and rounded, and shaded in a dusky silver. A cocky smile lay it’s usual waste over the pirates features, letting a happy sigh fall from his mouth while he averted his mocha optics to the window, a light drizzle had began and the streets appeared to steam, their dust raising off the cobble-stone to vanish into the chill of the night.
The waitress brought another glass of scotch, the golden liquid matched the color of the ring upon her fingers. Pink lips giving him their full appeal, pausing a few second to brush her slender fingers against the cream of her apron before departing. Such nice help here. Glancing back to the solemn figure across the table-length, the pirate continued to ponder about the familiar-ness that hovered about the air like mist.
