One's Work Is Never Done

"I was starting to wonder where you had gone off to," the familiar voice of Kuja rang out. Moments later, the sorcerer appeared from a corridor of darkness, floating a few inches off the ground. He took a moment to take in what he was looking at: the desolate little seed of a world, the emptiness surrounding it, and his compatriot standing with his blade raised high over his head. Kuja was not sure what he would take from all this, but Garland was notoriously difficult to read or fully understand.

"I'm afraid to ask," Kuja continued with a slight smile, one of his slender eyebrows raised as he flipped a few strands of his white hair out of his face before landing on the ground. "But- I'll bite. What are you doing, Sir Garland?"

Maybe his presence was not welcome, not that it mattered. Kuja would not have tried to find Garland without a reason—not like they had ever been bosom buddies. They had exceedingly different ways of spreading chaos, with Kuja being a surgical tool and Garland being a sledgehammer.

"I see," said Kuja, and the sorcerer did not laugh. He saw little humour in it; if anything, the idea of Garland having spent all this time just standing around was more sad than funny. It was an utter waste of time if anything. Not that Kuja was stupid enough to antagonize the knight by pointing that out. " And- what made you think life would ever develop on this piece of junk?" Kuja momentarily grabbed a small rock and held it in his hand before tossing it unceremoniously. "If you want life, you need the right building blocks for life even to begin. The very idea behind the spontaneous creation of life is, in and of itself, chaos. I admire the dedication, and I imagine Master would be pleased."

Kuja paused at the sharp question, choosing not to make a joke... it would most likely just be ignored if Garland even understood it.

"I came because I might have found something to entice you, some opponents that could prove to your liking. Something that would make for a very entertaining show" Getting to the point might be the best thing to do. He was getting increasingly frustrated with the Union and their Keyblade brats. Kuja had already faced one of their supposed "Masters" back on Gaia, one of the friends of his misguided little brother. Perhaps what was needed here was a big enough distraction for Kuja to act more freely. "Interested?"

"Excellent," said Kuja with a bright smile. He raised his hand, calling upon a swirling opening leading into a corridor of darkness. "Shall we then?" He gestured for the portal before striding into it, counting on the fact that Garlan would join him. Travel using darkness was dangerous... at least for normal people, but Garland was far from normal, and Kuja had no heart to be corrupted.

The journey would take a while, so they could converse on the way there while the darkness flowed around them.

"Well, I learned from my mistakes, and I am not going to make the same twice." Kuja paused, glancing up at Garland. "My currency is war, and I can't well have a group of do-gooders continue to work for... peace." He said the last word as if he had to taste something disgusting. "Makes for such boring performances- which is where your assistance comes in, Garland. We need to shake up the stage, so to speak."