Kuja's bored so he's raising some hell
Charactors: Kuja and anyone in the Mideel area who wants to join in the carnage
Location: Outskirts of Mideel
Rating: R (Yep, it's time for a little of the old Ultra-Violence!)
It was a good thing it was raining. It kept the monster's stink from becoming unbearable. Kuja leisurely drew a few bio spells from the repulsively tentacled mass his scan spell labled a "Marlboro" The thing seemed to have the idea that it's pitiful attacks could harm the most powerful creature two worlds had known. "My apologies, monster, but your life is going to finance a stay in a comfortable room for the night. As worthless as you are, you should be honored I'm taking the time to destroy you." Kuja lifted one hand, murmuring. Sparks winked into life, slowly orbiting his palm in the eddies of magical force, orange and red as the light of a failing sun. Without warning a pillar of explosive pyroclastic force completely engulfed the monstrosity facing him, crisping eyestalks and boiling away disgusting pulpy flesh. Kuja stepped over the steaming corpse to see what it had been carrying "Hm, 300 gil. Not bad. Firaga was perhaps a bit of overkill, eh Dragon?" The Silver Dragon curled its head over it's shoulder and purred, butting it's nose against Kuja's chest. "Come then, let's go into town."
Location: Outskirts of Mideel
Rating: R (Yep, it's time for a little of the old Ultra-Violence!)
It was a good thing it was raining. It kept the monster's stink from becoming unbearable. Kuja leisurely drew a few bio spells from the repulsively tentacled mass his scan spell labled a "Marlboro" The thing seemed to have the idea that it's pitiful attacks could harm the most powerful creature two worlds had known. "My apologies, monster, but your life is going to finance a stay in a comfortable room for the night. As worthless as you are, you should be honored I'm taking the time to destroy you." Kuja lifted one hand, murmuring. Sparks winked into life, slowly orbiting his palm in the eddies of magical force, orange and red as the light of a failing sun. Without warning a pillar of explosive pyroclastic force completely engulfed the monstrosity facing him, crisping eyestalks and boiling away disgusting pulpy flesh. Kuja stepped over the steaming corpse to see what it had been carrying "Hm, 300 gil. Not bad. Firaga was perhaps a bit of overkill, eh Dragon?" The Silver Dragon curled its head over it's shoulder and purred, butting it's nose against Kuja's chest. "Come then, let's go into town."