Kuja's surroundings ran together into a blur as he picked up speed, zig-zagging unsteadily down the mountain. For such a graceful man, he was quite ungainly out here on the slopes. It was a wonder he hadn't fallen again, but he had plenty of incentive not to; all dignity put aside, taking a spill now would hamper his escape. And so he didn't take one, the colors flashing past him as he went, white snow, blue sky, brown tree, brown tree, white snow again, another tree, was that a fucking moogle on the course?
The onlookers gasped as an explosion of fire sent the little animal flying fifty feet into the air, and Kuja, having opted to blast it out of his way rather than attempting to steer around it, zipped out from the smoke it had left behind. He was almost to the bottom, and Sephiroth was already there, he could see, and had the General found his dire lack of snowboarding prowess amusing? Doubtlessly. Were their roles reversed, he would have been amused.
Closer yet. Now, how did one stop this thing without crashing it? He had no idea, really.
It may have been simple coincidence, but the Genome, now moving so quickly that he was almost a blur himself, was on a collision course with Sephiroth.
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Date: 2010-08-09 03:43 pm (UTC)The onlookers gasped as an explosion of fire sent the little animal flying fifty feet into the air, and Kuja, having opted to blast it out of his way rather than attempting to steer around it, zipped out from the smoke it had left behind. He was almost to the bottom, and Sephiroth was already there, he could see, and had the General found his dire lack of snowboarding prowess amusing? Doubtlessly. Were their roles reversed, he would have been amused.
Closer yet. Now, how did one stop this thing without crashing it? He had no idea, really.
It may have been simple coincidence, but the Genome, now moving so quickly that he was almost a blur himself, was on a collision course with Sephiroth.