Kuja was jogged from his thoughts by the hollow knocking at his door. Were it anybody else, he wouldn't have entertained the idea of guests. Grieving for a fallen friend and ally was something that he would have preferred to do alone -- as far as he was concerned, grief was a private affair.
It wasn't just anyone, though. It was Kadaj. One of those responsible for writing Orochimaru out of the Palace's script once and for all. The intensity of his power had diminished somewhat following the fight, but he was still a strong presence in the Palace. With him so close, he overshadowed everyone else, even his violent accomplice in this crime. The fourth reiatsu, that strange and unfamiliar flame of raw power, had disappeared following the battle's conclusion. The insect's Hollow, he gussed.
"Come in," he said, his voice unusually flat.
He found himself in an unusual position. Usually he would have been able to guess exactly what Kadaj was going to say, especially in such a straightforward situation, but he couldn't imagine what he was going to tell him now.
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Date: 2012-09-15 07:59 pm (UTC)It wasn't just anyone, though. It was Kadaj. One of those responsible for writing Orochimaru out of the Palace's script once and for all. The intensity of his power had diminished somewhat following the fight, but he was still a strong presence in the Palace. With him so close, he overshadowed everyone else, even his violent accomplice in this crime. The fourth reiatsu, that strange and unfamiliar flame of raw power, had disappeared following the battle's conclusion. The insect's Hollow, he gussed.
"Come in," he said, his voice unusually flat.
He found himself in an unusual position. Usually he would have been able to guess exactly what Kadaj was going to say, especially in such a straightforward situation, but he couldn't imagine what he was going to tell him now.