The noise Kuja made when the doors flew open down the long hallway was not unlike a growl. Speak of the devil indeed. He jerked his hand and the mage's blazing robes went out in an exhale of smoke, saving it and the rest of his parlor from further damage. He hadn't needed to direct his magic through the use of hand-signals since he was very young, and it was likely that he only employed one now to make it clear just who had extinguished the fire. He had tolerated the jester's erratic behavior and petty vandalism outside of his home, but it was obvious that such absurdities would find no welcome here.
"That," he said coolly, "is because the invitation was never extended. Nemo me impune lacessit, Kefka. Get out."
When Vanitas laughed, the black mage he was supporting himself on simply...toppled over. It laid where it fell for several minutes, radiating an air of faint confusion, before attempting to right itself.
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Kuja will see him that "FFFFUUUU" and raise him a "Why, god, why?"
Date: 2010-03-28 04:00 am (UTC)"That," he said coolly, "is because the invitation was never extended. Nemo me impune lacessit, Kefka. Get out."
When Vanitas laughed, the black mage he was supporting himself on simply...toppled over. It laid where it fell for several minutes, radiating an air of faint confusion, before attempting to right itself.