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Who: Kuja, Sephiroth, Xehanort, Vanitas, Kefka, Magus, and one extraordinarily confused black mage.
What: New evil lair of doom and death! Wholesome! Shiny! Safe!
Where: The Outer Continent
Warnings: Evil lair may not actually be wholesome or safe.

For some time now there had been an unusual amount of traffic flowing through the Outer Continent. Cargo ships laden with supplies, smaller vessels carrying workers, and one very irate dragon came and went at irregular intervals. It looked for all the world as if Kuja had decided to build a village out here.

In truth, it was only his palace being worked on. He barely remembered destroying it at this point, only that he had when he'd sent roots from the Iifa Tree erupting out in all directions, but perhaps it was best if those memories remained muddled and vague. It felt as if another Kuja had gone through that horrible time when he could have sworn he heard each second of his life running down, a steady, neverending tick-tick-tick as loud and maddening as a metronome, and he was not about to disabuse himself of that comfort by dwelling on it unnecessarily; it allowed him to keep a healthy distance between himself and his own mortality even after he'd already died once.

Keeping busy helped, too, and he had been busy, albeit with nothing that his fellow villains would find useful to themselves. They could plot the downfall of humanity or spread that virus around for kicks or whatever it was they were all doing--he had more pressing concerns at the moment, like making sure everything was just right with the restoration of his home. He was sinking quite a bit of money into it, far more than he'd paid for his airship, and woe betide the stonemason who got a single detail wrong. Altogether, however, he was pleased with what had been accomplished. Humans really were industrious builders if you assembled a large number of them, bribed them adequately, gave them a few black mages to carry things around and do the monotonous, repetitive tasks that nobody liked, and worked them around the clock.

Of course, the black mages were made from Mist. Some of the workers had begun coughing after a short while, and that had irked him at first, but he'd only needed them to stay alive and fit until they were done shoring everything back together and repairing the broken stonework. Now that the place was livable they could crawl off into a corner and die of that pesky little virus for all he cared (although it would be a shame if he ever needed them to come back and fix something). At this point he had only to put the finishing touches on it himself, and then he'd be satisfied.

But for now he was relaxing in the shade of the airship dock and supervising as his black mages, given new orders, took quite a large amount of furniture off the Angel's Raine. He reclined against the wall, his face lifted to the cloudless, sunny sky, and heaved a sigh of contentment. What a marvelous day this was! Surely nothing could ruin it for him.

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Knocking is for the WEAK!

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Vanitas gave a slight bow when he was introduced, then returned to his wine. He coughed a little after every gulp, but nonetheless grabbed another glass once his own was empty. In only a few minutes, he was as drunk as one could get and still be able to easily stand on two feet.

"So now that we're all here, what're we gonna do? I propose a spelling contest." he laughed. There wasn't much to be feared if he got drunk. Strangely, Vanitas was a friendly drunk, and preferred to simply hang on people and be somewhat friendly when his brain was swimming in alcohol, if his leaning on the wine-serving black mage was any indication. Definitely different than his sober self.

Sephiroth chuckled at the Heartless one and turned back to Magus, offering as close to an honest smile as he could.

"We were discussing Kefka Palazzo. You remember him from what I've told you, correct?" Sephiroth asked, lightly gesturing for the prophet to sit wherever he liked. The task really belonged to Kuja, but seeing as the general was the only one who had seen the man prior, he took the position without thinking.

Not knocking can lead to brain-scarring! Did anyone else who played IX notice Kuja's whip room? >D

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"Xehanort, you're free to have absolutely nothing to do with the Invincible." Kuja seemed amused by the ploy at one-upmanship--but not surprised. He remembered what had ensued when the old man and Lynx had gotten together in Sephiroth's living room. Let others posture; he would sit back and watch the fallout like a bored sultan.

Normally, anyway. Now that Magus had arrived, Kuja was taking his measure instead. He seemed dignified, his words polite but weighted with the confidence of a man who knows he has nothing to prove to those around him. His initial impression was that Sephiroth had found an excellent ally (or had Magus found Sephiroth?).

"If you've not met the jester, you're a lucky man indeed. Please, make yourself comfortable." He nodded towards the tray of wine, inviting Magus to take a glass if he wanted.

The black mage that Vanitas leant against gave no indication whatsoever that it had noticed him. It didn't even seem to be breathing. It could have passed for a statue if it hadn't been moving about just a little while ago.

It had, however, started to list under the extra weight.

I did!

[masterheartless.livejournal.com]

Xehanort watched the group here, most of them were dignified people, with the obvious exception of Vanitas. They would make do as subordinates, much better than that.....

Xehanort paused, sniffing the air, a burning smell was faint. "Anyone else smell that" he said as the door to the place burst open as a black mage flew into the room, his robes apparently being the source of the smell.

Kefka glided into the room, a large purple grin on his face as he waved with his only arm left. "Why Ello, gentlemen and what ever the hell Kuja is, I seem to have lost my invite

Cue Seph going "FFFFFFFFFFFUUUUU-" in his mind

[black-masamune.livejournal.com]

Sephiroth immediately felt dread settling down comfortably on his shoulders as an all too familiar and grating voice met his ears. And to think he had expected a civilized meeting with his allies? Ha! Fate said "fuck you" and exited stage left.

"Speak of the devil..." he mumbled under his breath before taking another sip of his wine.

Vanitas blinked, then laughed.

"Holy shit, it's that clown you told me about!" he said to his master, laughing hard. "A one-armed clown. That's damn poetic!"

Kuja will see him that "FFFFUUUU" and raise him a "Why, god, why?"

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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.

Xehanort will see Kuja's "Oh God Why?" and raise him a "BRAND NEW CAR!" wait...

[masterheartless.livejournal.com]

Xehanort clenched his hands as Kefka grinned and walked forward, walking right up to Kuja with a sickening grin. "Why Hello Kuja, What will I do with you, will I rape you like I did that guy who's name I can't remember, destroy you in battle like poor Sephy, or something worse. I got all day, and your body is so sweet, it sings to me, like candy to a child, I want to unwrap it and see what's inside.......see if I won a prize"

Xehanort stepped forward. "This is enough, Kefka, what is the meaning of your visit" he asked as Kefka glared at him.

"Meaning? Never have one. MWAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAH!"

Vanitas sees "BRAND NEW CAR!" and raises you "ONE SMOKIN' GUMMI SHIP" ...no really, it's on fire

[unbirth-vanitas.livejournal.com]

Vanitas gave a little yelp as he fell along with the black mage. He looked down at the small, squishy wizard and just laughed.

"So when do I get to rip the clown's arm off and shove it straight up his eyeballs?" he asked his master before yawning widely.

Sephiroth was absolutely fuming inside, and his fingers just itched to summon Masamune and ram it through Kefka's brain. He even rose to do just that, though he didn't let his anger break the surface just yet.

"Kefka. I was thinking about a rematch. Hopefully this time you'll die." he uttered the last part softly, almost growling. His patience with the jester was almost at an end.

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The Magus raised his brows, and smiled behind the shadow of his hood as he tilted his head, observing the wicked jester and how Sephiroth, and the others, seemed to react to the man. Interesting indeed.. They all seemed reserved, prone more to thinking than acting, while Kefka seemed more vicious, but even then he didn't seem to be the type to do things without thinking.

"Ah, so you are Kefka. Interesting indeed." and it wasn't as if he were lying about it, it was interesting.

Pandora has just started playing "Peace Be Upon Us." BRB LOLing.

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Kuja didn't rise as the clown approached him; to do so would suggest that this was worth getting up for. He didn't even put his glass down.

When Kefka spoke incredulity shadowed the Genome's face.

Then he grinned, and the expression was somehow worse than any amount of rage or indignation would have been. His eyes briefly darted past the jester to Sephiroth behind him, gauging his position. Mage on one side of Kefka, swordsman on the other. Everyone but Magus, who only seemed curious, either angry or irritated. Well.

"How adorable," he purred, saccharine-sweet now, and finally did place his wine aside. He stretched as he got to his feet, a fluid, luxurious movement that sent his arms out and his whole body arching up on his toes, like he'd just woken from a nap and needed to limber up. "Perhaps I can help you come to a decision?" Kuja crooked a finger as if to suggest that Kefka lean in to hear his suggestion, conspiratorial and inviting, but he was already stepping in close--close enough to crowd, and lean in himself, intimate, as if to whisper something.

The black mage continued to try and get up for a few seconds, but Vanitas had it pinned and it ceased struggling soon enough, its limited reasoning abilities working overtime as it contemplated this new obstacle. It didn't know how to ask Vanitas to move, so it could only draw one conclusion: it had to move him. "KILL," it decided a bit uncertainly, raising its arms.

And went limp, the yellow glow of its eyes dimming, as Kuja, not looking round, reached his mind out to whatever passed for its own and shut it off.

[masterheartless.livejournal.com]

Xehanort held up his hand. "Be paitent, Vanitas. I'm sure my colleagues want a piece first" he said as Kefka listenined to Sephiroth and Magus. He paused only to flick Sephiroth off and nod at Magus before turning back to Kuja.

"Oh really, well I was never much for listening to others" Kefka said as Kuja leaned in close. "Bio" he spoke, the poison gas spell spreading outward from Kefka's body.

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Bio certainly wasn't harmless if ignored, but he knew well that there was a window between the casting of it and the time that it would take to really begin affecting him--a small window, perhaps, but enough of one. While the gas burned already, Kuja didn't waste any time trying to counteract the poison yet; he was close enough to do what he needed and do it quickly. His slender hand patted Kefka's hair, curiously reminiscent of what Kefka himself had done to Kadaj at the Northern Crater.

Save for the fact that, quick as a striking snake, his fingers grabbed and held and he confided, "Wrong answer."

Lightning leapt from his fingers. With his hand on the jester's head the concentrated Thundaga really only had one place to go.

Somehow Kuja doubted that he'd have enough decency to perish, but a few thousand volts to the brain ought to at least incapacitate anyone.

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Sephiroth's eyes widened only so slightly as his host and the invader began to fight. He had expected Kefka to pull some stunt like that. However, he was pleasantly surprised to see Kuja fighting back just as quick and intensely as an angered leopard.

There was no reason to interfere. Yes, his own revenge would have been so sweet, -and he eventually would be the one to slam Masamune through the clown's brain in the end, so he swore- but for now he would just help his host in his own fight. With that in mind, he slipped back away from the direct line of fire and cast DeSpell upon Kuja to rid the man of Bio's effects just when they would begin to take hold.

[masterheartless.livejournal.com]

Unfournaetly for Kuja, lightning bolts to the brain weren't much to Kefka, especially when he countered by gliding backwards, his hair coming off in Kuja's hand as he growled, touching the faint stinging side of his head. "Ultima!" he shoued as the blue dome spell started to fire out from him.

Xehanort growled as he stepped back. "Vanitas, KILL HIM"

[unbirth-vanitas.livejournal.com]

Sephiroth cursed as Ultima was cast. Again he had expected that, but not quite this soon. He summoned Masamune to his hand, ready to step in.

The drunken Unversed Lord stood up fast, knocking the Black Mage away in the process, and flashed a huge grin to his master. His intoxication was gone in an instant.

"Finally!" He donned his mask again in a flash, and, not a second later, his keyblade was in his hands. As he flew at Kefka, malevolent, purely gleeful laughter broke out from him as he chopped down at the jester. He hadn't killed anyone of import as of yet, so being allowed to kill one of his master's "allies" was possibly the most excitement he'd have for a while!

"Guess your luck ran out Klowny!" he laughed.

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Foreign magic enveloped him, driving the poison out of his body before it could take hold, and he was glad. He could cast Esuna, but doing so would waste precious seconds and to have one less thing to worry about was very, very good, especially as Kefka somehow appeared to be immune to the equivalent of a taser set on full being placed against his head. It made no sense, and would perhaps lead Kuja to wonder if there was anything rattling around in there later on, but for now he merely reacted. Ultima wasn't something he wanted going off in his parlor. He knew exactly what one could do with it.

When Vanitas leapt in and attacked, hopefully providing at least a momentary distraction, Kuja took the opportunity to unleash several fast-moving contrails of bright, purplish energy at the jester, at more or less point-blank range. It was Flare magic in a denser, more compact form--quicker to charge than Ultima, and still powerful, to interrupt Kefka's spell as it formed.

And also, incidentally, to try and knock him towards the glint of Masamune as it appeared. A fight between mages tended to be a disaster for their surroundings, and it seemed that Kuja still hoped to end this quickly and with a minimum of damage to his home.