queenofheartsrp | 001; action/video

[With Veigue being too preoccupied to have done much of anything but changed into her regular attire and read up on the bare basics, the Vine has taken it upon itself to showcase the newcomer. Alas, its timing leaves a bit to be desired.

The Vine zones in from behind, catching the woman's back and a frontal view of an approaching (and clearly hostile) harpy. Sword drawn, Veigue charges and raises her weapon in time to block the harpy's talons from clawing at her face. She wrestles with the creature, dead set on overpowering her foe.

She mutters a few words, gradually rising in volume until she's loud enough for the Vine to pick up her voice. There's a coldness to her tone that indicates she's in no mood to be dilly dallying with her opponent.]

. . . where is she? [Veigue knocks the harpy aside with a heave of her broadsword.] Where's Claire!?

[As though sensing the woman's temper, the Vine furls and sneaks away with the mirror. The recording ends with an abrupt screech from the harpy.]

Threaded | Flat

[Monsters mean she's staying inside as much as she can, especially with Reno injured. She can't fight, but she can cook for hungry patients, so that's what she's doing when the Vine pokes through the half-open window, trying to get her attention.]

[the yell startles her, and she turns, nearly dropping that pot she's holding. She knows the voice, even though she's only heard it exactly like this once, that time with the phantoms. And the words spoken make it unmistakable. Her heart leaps into her throat, rendering her speechless for a long moment.]

[Veigue. It's Veigue, it has to be. She's long since come to terms with the fact that should anyone male she knows arrive here, they'll look different. But she can hardly care about that without being hypocritical.]

[she puts the pot on the stove hastily and rushes over to the mirror, beckoning for it to clear again. Not stopping to think that she might not be recognized.]

Veigue! It's all right, I'm safe--it's all right!

[A voice speaks from somewhere nearby, raised and precisely enunciated, like the voice of someone speaking on stage.] So much shouting and swordplay. I've had as much as I can bear.

[Then the form of Kuja appears to accompany the voice, seemingly from nowhere. Floating in midair, she extends an arm with a flourish. At once, the harpy is enveloped in rose-colored fire. It dies very quickly. It hardly has time to scream before it's reduced to ash. But she does hear that same pretty little scream again, which had so pleased her when she'd witnessed Gavril killing one of the creatures. She had wanted to hear it again, and so she had. Her act of kindness done, Kuja smiles down benevolently, not that she does a very good job of appearing benevolent. Her gaze is more of a cold and critical kind.]

There. Now you've seen how such things are properly done.

[video] on this like white on rice

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