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diatu2019-09-20 06:14 pm
treno_nobleman) wrote in diatu2019-09-20 06:14 pm
rise from the ashes
Who: Kuja and Noctis, Kuja and WHOEVER!
Where: Around campus
When: September
What: Kuja learning to deal with his new flight powers and their consequences, a random encounter with a king.
Warnings: None, really? Talk of body hair?
It had been slow learning, but after what could only be called an accident, Kuja came to realize that not only had his powers of Trance been reclaimed - by what means, he had yet to discover - it seemed he could also glide again. It started with a few moments in the air, little more than an extended jump during practice, that lasted longer than it should have, enough to bring the ability back to his attention. From there and with a little testing, excited and trying not to get his hopes up, his time off of the ground expanded. First a few seconds, then minutes, then almost a full hour.
And oh, how elated he had been! All until his hair and even the tip of his tail had begun to bleed into a blood red color. To him, it looked almost as though he was entering a state of Trance, though he felt none of the heightened emotions or surge of power running through him that should have accompanied it. What was more, the rest of his hair and body were left untouched.
No, this was not normal. That only became too apparent when, after his longest flight managed, he realized the ends of his hair had been set alight. Startled, Kuja tried to put it out, only to realize the flame was not vanishing and didn’t seem to hurt or grow.
Still, one did not walk around with fire that they did not conjure attached to them in some way without concern. At least his tail hadn’t yet caught the flame, he mused as he stood under the tree he had been practicing with, stroking the length of his hair that remained silver and watching the small flame with worry.
With Noctis
With the mystery of his hair and the discoloration and flame worked out, Kuja has quite literally walked it all off, most of which was done crossing the campus here and there for classes which would not wait for him to get himself together. As they will do, the academy has provided for its students, Sundered or not, but not all of their needs are met entirely, and the markets call to him again.
Fortunately enough, Noctis has agreed to make the trip with him, and for his part, Kuja has found that more and more, he doesn’t mind the man’s company. When Noctis asks to make a brief stop by the private dorms, Kuja decides to indulge him, curious about these dorms himself. He has never been in one, but he can’t help a touch of envy. Life bunked up with several other students younger than he is has not quite agreed with the Genome, even if they had worked out a sort of agreement.
Where: Around campus
When: September
What: Kuja learning to deal with his new flight powers and their consequences, a random encounter with a king.
Warnings: None, really? Talk of body hair?
It had been slow learning, but after what could only be called an accident, Kuja came to realize that not only had his powers of Trance been reclaimed - by what means, he had yet to discover - it seemed he could also glide again. It started with a few moments in the air, little more than an extended jump during practice, that lasted longer than it should have, enough to bring the ability back to his attention. From there and with a little testing, excited and trying not to get his hopes up, his time off of the ground expanded. First a few seconds, then minutes, then almost a full hour.
And oh, how elated he had been! All until his hair and even the tip of his tail had begun to bleed into a blood red color. To him, it looked almost as though he was entering a state of Trance, though he felt none of the heightened emotions or surge of power running through him that should have accompanied it. What was more, the rest of his hair and body were left untouched.
No, this was not normal. That only became too apparent when, after his longest flight managed, he realized the ends of his hair had been set alight. Startled, Kuja tried to put it out, only to realize the flame was not vanishing and didn’t seem to hurt or grow.
Still, one did not walk around with fire that they did not conjure attached to them in some way without concern. At least his tail hadn’t yet caught the flame, he mused as he stood under the tree he had been practicing with, stroking the length of his hair that remained silver and watching the small flame with worry.
With Noctis
With the mystery of his hair and the discoloration and flame worked out, Kuja has quite literally walked it all off, most of which was done crossing the campus here and there for classes which would not wait for him to get himself together. As they will do, the academy has provided for its students, Sundered or not, but not all of their needs are met entirely, and the markets call to him again.
Fortunately enough, Noctis has agreed to make the trip with him, and for his part, Kuja has found that more and more, he doesn’t mind the man’s company. When Noctis asks to make a brief stop by the private dorms, Kuja decides to indulge him, curious about these dorms himself. He has never been in one, but he can’t help a touch of envy. Life bunked up with several other students younger than he is has not quite agreed with the Genome, even if they had worked out a sort of agreement.
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Today they were on their way to the markets but he had to grab the money he'd stashed away in the place before he went out. Even if he knew he wasn't good with the local currency (Ignis had monitored the purse strings most of the time back home)
Poking his head around the corner at Kuja once they were inside his dorm, Noctis nodded. "I'll be right there, have a seat."
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