the world may say what it will

[esoteric_rose]

Characters: Grell and Kuja
Date: 5/30
Summary: After things coming to conclusions, two angels of death start plotting.
Warnings: Definitely talk about death.

She has been looking for her since noon.

Of course, she knows where to go, but walking slowly, taking the long route, it helps solidify her request, the glass bottle in her pocket weighing it down and reminding her of what she was going to ask. She dare not ask for more from the doctor, not when it would run so close to this plan if Kuja was to agree.

But she gets to the treehouse in time, she sees Kuja from behind, and she calls out.

"My lady."

When Kuja turns around, Grell will have her head bowed in respect.

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[esoteric_rose]

She straightens, smiles, and walks inside, wasting no more time before she takes out the bottle in her pocket. It was the inspiration for all of this, it makes sense she'd have it on her now.

"I want to incite a stroke of fear in these women. They are too passive, too relaxed than they should be. The quickest way would be to kill some, but it cannot be openly-any direct murders end in the Labyrinth, and I dare not test my luck in how well I could hide from the Queen. Thus, I hit on another idea, poison."

[histrionic]

"Fear," she says quietly, then smiles. She knows--she's supposed to be better, to be kinder, but what purpose does that serve here, when kindness and agreeableness is what the Queen wants? Kuja doesn't enjoy being a plaything, a doll. So the Queen is her enemy.

"They could stand to feel fear. They may have forgotten. They seem so complacent now, and complacency does no one any good. There's a reason people feel fear. It keeps them alert. It keeps them alive. Vital and vivid. Don't you agree?"

She bows her head. "I'll help you." She's immune to poison herself, so it's a completely distant kind of death, one that could never touch her. "Poison. A good idea. Quiet and subtle and difficult to trace."

[esoteric_rose]

"You understand, my lady." She nods. "They need fear in order to remain more than just puppets to the Queen. And death here, I know, is not permanent, so it is not their bodies we'd harm. Just their minds, just enough to break their little shields of ignorance."

Her offer of help, before Grell even had to ask. Her luck was better than she'd thought. "And easy to place in things, then forget where one put them, thus blameless. The main problem is what to use-one woman here can make poison and said so openly, but I dare not ask for some and then use it. That would be foolish."