Usually I'd go for something a little more grand but, I figure for a six-week getaway I might as well at least try to be humble. Anyway, take a load off! Bathroom's down at the end, and music plays on command. Help yourself to refreshments. Oh, don't touch my crown.
[ he's still taken aback, and it's only his desire to get as drunk as possible to forget about all of this that he's able to somehow stumble his way over to the bar.
it doesn't matter what the drink he grabs is, as he instantly turns whatever's inside to extremely concentrated vodka. he pops the top and drinks straight from the bottle, chugging until he's drained the entire thing and sputtering a storm once he's done.
letting the bottle drop to the ground with a clink that probably reverberates throughout the giant room like a gunshot, he turns back to indulgence, pale-faced. ]
[And what better way to answer than, with a flourish, to rid himself of mask and gown, leaving him in a similar colored, but much more comfortable looking outfit.]
The name's Kuzco: Emperor Kuzco. And when I say I'm at the top of the food chain, I'm not exaggerating.
[ after kuzco announces himself, majima drops to the ground and bows. it doesn't matter what he actually thinks of his god, his attitude, his extravagance—he knows what it means for a god to reveal themself to a participant. ]
Whoa, whoa, whoa! That's one hell of a greeting. You really know how to make a guy feel welcome. But hey, that's enough of that, come on--up, up, up!
[Of course, for all his show and protesting, he has to admit he likes being bowed to. Especially when the guy bowing to him could very easily bench press like two of him. Kuzco claps his hands, rubbing them together.]
Now that that's outta the way, we can get this party started. Tonight you've got one objective and one objective only: some well deserved R&R. The bounty's not going anywhere, so have your fill and then some!
I've never been very good with the whole sharing-is-caring thing, you feel?
[Kuzco falls backward into a pile of pillows, getting comfortable with his hands behind his head. He taps a foot in the air and a band's worth of free-floating instruments picks up in an easy tune in the chamber's back corner.]
And I've never met anyone real interested in getting all buddy-buddy, before. Gotta be careful who you put your trust in when someone could easily just be using you. What do I want? To get my heart broken? I'm a gentle and sensitive soul who just wouldn't be able to take the horror of it all.
[ . . . he really can't argue with that, but also. he's now this asshole who suddenly got himself a full nuclear family and change. he will continue to just nod while nomming on finger foods and keeping his glasses filled. #healthycoping
with his mouth still somewhat full... ]
Speakin'a broken hearts...
What the hell did ya mean the other day. 'Bout my ass.
Wait, wait, but now you got me curious. Clearly I said something you haven't forgotten. So it must've been real great. I mean, top-tier complimenting, am I right?
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Usually I'd go for something a little more grand but, I figure for a six-week getaway I might as well at least try to be humble. Anyway, take a load off! Bathroom's down at the end, and music plays on command. Help yourself to refreshments. Oh, don't touch my crown.
[The crown's on his vanity.]
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[ he's still taken aback, and it's only his desire to get as drunk as possible to forget about all of this that he's able to somehow stumble his way over to the bar.
it doesn't matter what the drink he grabs is, as he instantly turns whatever's inside to extremely concentrated vodka. he pops the top and drinks straight from the bottle, chugging until he's drained the entire thing and sputtering a storm once he's done.
letting the bottle drop to the ground with a clink that probably reverberates throughout the giant room like a gunshot, he turns back to indulgence, pale-faced. ]
Who the hell are ya?
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[And what better way to answer than, with a flourish, to rid himself of mask and gown, leaving him in a similar colored, but much more comfortable looking outfit.]
The name's Kuzco: Emperor Kuzco. And when I say I'm at the top of the food chain, I'm not exaggerating.
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An honor to properly meet ya, Kuzco-han.
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[Of course, for all his show and protesting, he has to admit he likes being bowed to. Especially when the guy bowing to him could very easily bench press like two of him. Kuzco claps his hands, rubbing them together.]
Now that that's outta the way, we can get this party started. Tonight you've got one objective and one objective only: some well deserved R&R. The bounty's not going anywhere, so have your fill and then some!
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[ and he's back up just as quickly as he'd gone down, dusting off his knees even though he's sure the floor here is pristine. old habits and all.
anyway immediately more drank. sip sip bitch ]
Did it really take ya this long to warm up to me? Feel like I coulda been hangin' out with ya up here as soon as I signed onto your team.
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[Kuzco falls backward into a pile of pillows, getting comfortable with his hands behind his head. He taps a foot in the air and a band's worth of free-floating instruments picks up in an easy tune in the chamber's back corner.]
And I've never met anyone real interested in getting all buddy-buddy, before. Gotta be careful who you put your trust in when someone could easily just be using you. What do I want? To get my heart broken? I'm a gentle and sensitive soul who just wouldn't be able to take the horror of it all.
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with his mouth still somewhat full... ]
Speakin'a broken hearts...
What the hell did ya mean the other day. 'Bout my ass.
[ hate ]
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[He just...kind of...says whatever pops into his head in the moment and tends to not, uh, remember half of them.]
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Add that to yer list of things to forget about immediately, then.
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[ kill me now please free me from this hell ]
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Theoretically speakin', couldn't I just zap it from bein' puke into normal-ass water as soon as it left my gut?
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[THIS IS A SOMEWHAT CLEVER BUT VERY UNNERVING USE OF THIS POWER.]
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