Pardon me, I need a new employer. [Kuja/Zidane]

[Captain Cedric Rackham]

Well this was an awkward bind. Already Cedric and his crew had found themselves in a rather sticky situation with the local law enforcement. Of course, it ended the same way as the others did. Him shooting them in the face. It was a very, very effective method. But hiding the bodies was a bother, and it's not like he could just bake them into pies like some kind of crazy barber. So instead of killing the law enforcement of this city, which would make it rather easy to loot, Cedric instead decided upon a different course of action. He would set up an appointment with one of their new rulers, Kuja, and discuss his terms of employment. Of course he didn't even bother to inform Kuja of their little appointment. If the little monkey man had a good head on his shoulders, he would simply set up a ambush for him and the men of the Narcissus.

So that's what led Cedric, and a rather rowdy group of pirates looking to wet their blades with blood, to storm the castle. Alright, so they didn't storm the castle. They just sneaked in by pointing a few guns at a few innocent children, which Cedric then promptly pushed into the moat of Alexandria Castle. He had no needs for children. They were all awful spoiled little brats, that smelled simply awful. The next thing Cedric knew he was discharging his gun into the poor men that stood guard to the throne room. He watched them fall to the ground, lifeless. With a shrug he then reloaded his revolver before stepping over the dead bodies. His own men were already pulling open the large ornamental doors, and Cedric strolled in. Leaving a pile of dead bodies in his wake.

A soft chuckle came to his lips as he glanced back. "You might want to get that cleaned up, if you let it sit too long the blood will stain your lovely stone floors." Cedric said, as he finished own his awful laughter. The illustrious pirate then stopped in the middle of the room, his revolver still in his hand. It was in bad tastes to leave a gun in it's holster when you were a guest of honor. Especially when your host had a legion of guards, and was very likely to order them to promptly execute you. Cedric's own crew, although mangy, found their own place in a semi-circle around him. They were his shield, and they knew that if they didn't die protecting him then they would die in a far worse way.

Cedric's own wicked eyes glanced through out the room. Wondering what kind of tastes his future employer had. Alright, so the deal wasn't set in stone. The ruler didn't even know that Cedric was on his way... Hm.. Perhaps it was wise to inform him of the situation. "Now, excuse me your majesty." He would say with a little bow if someone important looking was sitting in the throne, or even in the room. "I have a business proposal." Cedric said as he straightened himself, a wicked smile on his face.

[OOC :: It's a tad short, but I do hope you enjoy~ ]

[Kuja]

Silence filled the throne room, lavender drapes covered the windows only letting in small amounts of light. Hidden in the shadows of the room pointy hated figures stood, glowing yellow eyes the only sign that they were alive. The castle of Alexandria had begun to change ever so slightly; the new leader was wasting no time in changing things more to his liking.

Seated upon the throne he sat, Kuja the silver haired genome a skilled black mage and the very man who single handily took over the whole kingdom. Not a single person in the kingdom ever saw through his plan. In fact the only person who had known what Kuja was doing would never speak up. Why would she no girl would ever speak up against her older brother, it was this very reason that Kuja did not fear losing the kingdom. The only problem with his new found power was that it came at a price; the grand city of Alexandria was only half his he was destined to share the power he had longed for with another genome. Kuja hated the idea of sharing power, yet there was nothing he could do about it the people adored Zidane as a leader and the siren could not bring him to kill the blonde.

Slender pale fingers traced a line on the map that sat across his lap, so while any plan to gain complete control of the kingdom turned up no results Kuja had turned his focus onto the very thing he was made for. The need to stir up some chaos and bring war back to the lands was on the top of his to do list; in fact Kuja spent most of his free time studying the other kingdoms trying to figure out which one would fall first. The sound of gun shots caused sapphire blue eyes to look up at the doors; the map was quickly rolled up and slipped under the padding of the throne. The opened doors allowed some more light to seep into the room; Kuja however remained hidden in the shadows sitting atop his throne. "How interesting he walks in gun in hand, slaughtering men and then offering words of wisdom does Alexandria have a new court jester or perhaps a man who wishes to play the part of the foolish knight". Kuja spoke loud enough for everyone who stood in the room to hear him, a voice that was all his own it was slightly feminine yet still masculine and some might say there was almost a dark alluring tone to it.

The next sound to be heard was the snapping of fingers, this very sound seemed to strike life into the other figures hidden in the shadows. For no sooner than Kuja snapped his fingers did the black mages begin to work, pulling open the drapes and allowing the sun light to envelope the room. Kuja sat on the throne his legs crossed with his chin resting on the back of his hand, sapphire blue eyes were half closed it was a complete look of boredom. As he looked down at the men who entreated his throne room he made a small scoffing sound, out of all the man who stood before him only one looked like he had any class at all which made it easy to see who the ring leader was.

The silver haired siren rose from his seat, his right hand brushing back silver strands of hair from his face. Piercing sapphire blue eyes never left the men, he was almost daring them to attack today had been going rather slow and he was longing to inflict some sort of pain. The words of the other man perked a slight interest in the genome, however only time would tell if Kuja would like the idea. Well it seems you have started off badly, but do not worry I shall attend to that myself" Kuja's pale pink lips pulled into his own wicked grin, his right arm was brought up in a sweeping motion the magic Kuja commanded was always ready to use and today would be no different. Within seconds two rather large shards of ice shot up from the ground and pierced through the body of two of the pirates, the men had no time to scream their death was both painful and quick. "That shall do for now, so shall we start again and remember your manners" the arm dropped back to his side, Kuja was all ears for the stranger to begin talking.

[Zidane Tribal]

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The blonde would arch a brow, his tail curling at its tip in curiosity, as his gaze focused on the wooden door. Before he could even usher a syllable loud bangs rang out, making the glass waver, and the boy winced at the shattering noise. What the hell was that? Within minutes the blonde slammed his own door open, startling the previous guard that took on the duty of protecting Zidane's room, and darted toward the main entrance, keeping low as he maneuvered around the various forms rushing to defend the castle. Coming to the white railing, the blonde’s eyes focused on the ‘guests’ who invited themselves in. Rather broad, blades wielding high, and causing a rather loud uproar of events. Zidane’s tail lashed, a sign of irritation of thugs daring to trend on this land – let alone thugs that gave Tantalus a horrid name – as he knelt down to gaze between the rods of the balcony railings.

Peering from the balcony, his lashes would narrow as lips formed a frown, before casting his gaze below to the crimson drapes. Sky blue gems lit up with a plan as the gypsy drew a single Mage Masher, from its resting place, before giving a swift, small, cut to the fabric. Placing the hilt in his mouth, the Genome would tug the fabric toward him before standing on the railings; once completed the boy would sheath the bladed weapon. With a tight grip to the velvet, Zidane would take a leap. Using the drape like a rope, the monkey boy swung toward an invader with full force. As the fabric would rip, it’d cascade upon the taller man; Zidane’s body would collide with the pirate, both smacking the ground below, Zidane on top of the fallen man before barreling rolling and scrambling to his feet with both weapons drawn.

As he’d make his path back to the throne room (as he was tailing before grasping what their target was), blades would clash. The blonde fighting with any pirate that crossed his path; the boy aiming to drop them at best, he wouldn’t take a life. Finally the goal was in set, the boy taking off toward the group only to fall short at the fallen guards before the throne room. He’d stare, silently mourned, before swearing to give them a proper burial as he darted into the room; falling directly behind the final members, with one particular man that stood out from the thugs.

With that, Zidane reacted on instinct as he raised a Mage Masher. A bold move as the blade was pointed at the lanky male, and instantly he gave an answer (having missed Kuja’s words by seconds). ”Hey, buddy, not interested.” Footfalls would echo as more mages would take their own formation on both sides of the younger lord. Zidane’s didn’t move a muscle as a snap echoed against cold walls, realizing Kuja was within the room. He’d give a grimace expression as an arm was raised to block the blazing rays, the teen releasing a grunt of disproval. During his adjustment Kuja had already taken the stage by rising to his feet as one spell was casted before two, simultaneous, thuds echoed. The blonde Genome released a displeased slander from his lips, the foul scent of blood already stinging his senses of smell.

How casually Kuja spoke after committing murder never ceased to stun the blonde. Yet, all Zidane heard was Kuja willing to listen to another murder – let alone, ignore Zidane’s own statement on the situation. Did all who took lives gathered together, with tea and biscuits, and simply discuss trivial matters afterward? Was he the only sane one in the room? Apparently so. ”You gotta be kidding me!” The blonde’s focus fell on the other Genome, before releasing an audible hiss,”He just attacked us and you wanna listen to the bastard?!!!” Lashes fell on narrowing eyes as the siren’s lips began to curve upward, and that oh-too-familiar-glint sparked within his sapphire orbs; Zidane wasn’t getting his way without one hell of a fight. Knuckles went pasty from his tight grip on his Mage Mashers, his tail lashing vigorously along with his temper rising, before releasing a spat. ”Are you crazy?!”

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OOC: Hope I was supposed to post now. Not great, worked around chit-chatting with my sister about stupid people.

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