Kuja had always intended to arrive at the meeting late.
It was the done thing. It wouldn't, however, do to keep him waiting. Had he arrived to find they were awaiting the arrival of a straggler it would have caused tension, an uncomfortable period where the host must wait to begin proceedings. If the host arrived last... then all was well.
Or that would have been the case.
Kuja felt the flare and flash of Marluxia's reiatsu from down the corridor. It was a signature he knew. He associated it with the man's grace and power, and the deft if ... unconventional way he handled the spells of Spira so alien to his hands. If he'd been closer, he knew he'd have smelled the ghost of a rose.
That was the only signature that lit up, so it wasn't, Kuja surmised, a fight. There had been no retaliation. A warning given, and a warning heeded. Khamja members could be volatile when gathered en masse. The needless violence of a brawl offended him, but if Marluxia had stepped in then it was possible that he wouldn't walk in to a warzone.
He entered the ballroom and looked around, hand on one hip.
"Do try to resist starting the show before the curtain rises," he said.
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Date: 2019-02-13 03:19 pm (UTC)It was the done thing. It wouldn't, however, do to keep him waiting. Had he arrived to find they were awaiting the arrival of a straggler it would have caused tension, an uncomfortable period where the host must wait to begin proceedings. If the host arrived last... then all was well.
Or that would have been the case.
Kuja felt the flare and flash of Marluxia's reiatsu from down the corridor. It was a signature he knew. He associated it with the man's grace and power, and the deft if ... unconventional way he handled the spells of Spira so alien to his hands. If he'd been closer, he knew he'd have smelled the ghost of a rose.
That was the only signature that lit up, so it wasn't, Kuja surmised, a fight. There had been no retaliation. A warning given, and a warning heeded. Khamja members could be volatile when gathered en masse. The needless violence of a brawl offended him, but if Marluxia had stepped in then it was possible that he wouldn't walk in to a warzone.
He entered the ballroom and looked around, hand on one hip.
"Do try to resist starting the show before the curtain rises," he said.