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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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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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[video] i am the slowest; how did i miss this

[video] no worries!

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[video] ignore the face icon, it was the only one that seemed appropriate