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[Having made her museum and library in collaboration with Reeve, Kuja is suffering from what she considers a terrible side effect. Her beautiful adornments and differences have been stripped from her, and now she resembles a common Genome, plain, fair-haired, and with her tail showing. How humiliating. For the time being, she is only communicating via voice, though if one is nearby, one might encounter her in person.]

I have at last completed my work on the museum and library I promised. [She is standing near the Vine and uses the video function for long enough to display the structures as they stand in the midst of a clearing, but she stays out of view for the most part--but was that a flash of golden tail on one side of the mirror?] One may here find the art and literature of many worlds, assembled for the enlightenment and enjoyment of all. A collection without peer! Art here is not censored, not limited to a narrow range of subject matters. Thank you to all those who contributed to this project, and to those who would like to contribute in the future, we have more room in our halls and on our shelves.

Perhaps in future, I will add a theatre, so we may put on fine performances here.

If you would like to visit, you have only to ask the felines that patrol these grounds. I myself have no time to serve as a tour guide.

[[OOC: If interested, you may reply to Kuja here or go to the related log and do whatever you wish! Go crazy! Though not in a world-destroying way, like Kuja.]]

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[Though she's long since finished with anything like last minute touches, Reeve has been lingering by the complex, wondering where in all the hells Kuja has gotten to-- ah, there she is. Well, she can be heard, at any rate!

By the time she does make her way to Kuja, she's a little winded. The weight of her-- hopefully temporary new appendages is taking some getting used to. They are handy, though. Both literally and figuratively. Since Reeve now has an extra set of fully functional arms. The perils of construction here in the Gardens.

Reeve had only wanted to stop and give her congratulations in person, but--]

Kuja?
[Reeve has never seen a "common" genome, but she knows difference when she sees it.]
Oh-- you too, I take it?

[Kuja is rather annoyed by her altered appearance, to say the least, her tail puffing up slightly. Her golden tail. She looks like--like Zidane. How terrible.]

Ah, yes. [She takes in Reeve's new arms at once.] We seem to have both been adversely affected. How irritating. I wish there was some way to hasten the end of these effects. The perils of industry! My magic does still function, but I cannot alter my appearance. [Having been turned Trance-red had been better than this.]

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[Reeve smiles, but doesn't laugh at "the perils of industry", which takes some doing. She thinks Kuja might take it amiss. Her "collaborator" (really her supervisor, but she doesn't mind so much, at least Kuja is entertaining) seems out of sorts, to say the least.]

Well, don't let it spoil your achievement. Everything looks brilliant, and the side effects should disappear in a few days! Besides, I think you look very nice.

I do not look "very nice", I look like a common, useless, mindless vessel! [In her annoyance, she perhaps says a little more than she means to. She takes a deep breath, steadying herself.]

It is true, my accomplishment is both unstained and beautiful. Most of the others here are of such limited ambition. They make such small things.

[Though she's a little taken aback, she doesn't show it. Reeve is a bit more used than she'd like to working with temperamental types.]

Well, I think what you've done is quite impressive, in terms of both scale and purpose. You've contributed to the public good-- and that's hardly the work of a mindless vessel.

So, there are others of your kind, on your world?
You are certainly set apart in terms of appearance!

I didn't say I was like a mindless vessel, simply that I resembled one. [Her tail twitches.] I am devoted to the public good. [At least, for the moment.]

Yes, there are others, I suppose. if one can really consider them in the same class as myself. I was always apart.

That I can believe, Kuja. You certainly are in a class by yourself.
[Reeve has become unexpectedly fond of her mysterious, autocratic friend cum supervisor.]

Thank you for allowing me to contribute to lending reality to your vision. I haven't enjoyed myself so much on a project in some time. Even the extra arms aren't all that bad.
[Reeve chuckles.]

That is very true. [There is no one else like her.]

You're quite welcome, my architect. [She says this quite sincerely, believing that she has done Reeve a favor.] No, I can see how extra appendages would be useful to you. You did quite well. I feel my vision is satisfactorily realized. No project is perfect, of course. Something is always lost between the visionary's dream and the craftsman's reality. [She smiles, and possibly still believes she is being complimentary.]

[It's a herculean effort for Reeve to keep a straight face. She's used to being talked down to, even to outright verbal abuse, but Kuja-- Kuja's brand of arrogance is refreshingly grand and ornamented, it's hard to mind! She's tempted to give a little bow, so she does.]

Yes, that's a sad reality of the process, I'm afraid.
So, what will you do next? Now that your project is finished? I hope you're not planning a coup.
[Reeve's smile is wry, and she's plainly being flippant.] I wouldn't want you to get into trouble-- where would I get work?

It is indeed. Only the visionary will ever truly see her vision.

As for what's next, I did think of making a theatre. Perhaps.

[She smiles. She does want to undermine the Queen, but not in such a direct and obvious way.] Oh, no, not a coup. I have no desire to rule. I'll have to think of more projects with which to occupy my time. And yours too, perhaps.

I see! Yes, a theater would follow, thematically speaking. [Reeve smiles, a bit mischievously.] Of course, at home, I wouldn't have the time to devote to side projects-- my services are exclusive by contract and in high demand. But here! Well, we can go as grand as you like.

If only there were enough performers here to make it truly worthwhile. Sometimes I fear the Queen has mostly brought in the chaff, with only a few worthwhile golden grains.

Hm, yes, you're employed by industry rather than artistry, are you not? Do they force you to create eyesores?

[Reeve smiles at the colorful metaphor. Everything about Kuja is colorful, especially now. Feeling unbalanced, Reeve crosses her second set of arms below her breasts.]

Yes, you could say that-- industry and bureaucracy both, actually. But I build beautiful cities, if I do say so myself. Though of course, I do build the occasional military eyesore. Even then, I try to make it aesthetic as well as useful.

I do miss my city. I made her in the middle of the air.
It sounds poetic, which is usually your territory, I know-- but it's only the truth.

[she doesn't think she's seen Kuja happy, ever, but at least she seems satisfied.]

I'll come see it. I don't think I've seen "art" before.

[she's not entirely sure what the word means, in fact.]

I'm pleased to hear it. I don't doubt it will be of great benefit to you.

[Kuja is dumbstruck for a moment. No art? No wonder Xion is so ignorant. She has no culture. Kuja, of course, is never dumbstruck for long.]

No art? Child, where have they been keeping you? Have you lived your life locked in a prison?

I...well, it may as well have been one. I only went out on missions.

Only missions? Missions of what nature? Did you exist for that purpose alone?

No one should be denied art. It is one of the few things that makes our existence worthwhile.

Yes...I did. They were mostly... reconnaissance, or defeating certain kinds of monsters. My purpose was...well, it was even more than that, but that was part of it.

It is? Then I'm glad I'll be able to see it now.

[Kuja thinks this over for a moment.] To be created for a purpose... it can be very cruel. Monstrous, even. So, you have some skill in combat? Is it magical or physical?

Art is one of the things that separates thinking beings from senseless beasts. I should show the museum to you myself. Doubtlessly you won't understand it on your own.

Ah...both. I know magic, and I can use my Keyblade. And even if the reason I was made was bad--I'm glad I'm here. I'm glad I got to meet all my friends.

[her voice warms a little.]

Thanks, Kuja. Where should I go?

Why were you made? [Her tone sharpens; this sounds familiar.]

It's not too far from your residence. [She doesn't say "our" residence.] You can follow the cats there. I've informed them of the location.

[she falls silent for a moment, clutching her hands to her chest. But here...it shouldn't matter anymore, right?]

I..The person who made me wanted Sora's power, but they knew she'd never help them. My friend...Roxas...was supposed to replace her, but they weren't sure if it would work. [she bites her lip.] I was the...backup, I guess.

[Kuja is just going to ignore, for the moment, how agitated this talk of backups and replacements is beginning to make her. ~~How dare he replace her, as if she were disposable.~~

She focuses on something else instead.]

Sora's power? And what kind of power does Sora have?

[she summons her Keyblade, holding it with both hands, close to herself.]

...this. The Keyblade. It's...the only thing that can defeat certain kinds of monsters where I'm from.

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