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/gently slams back into meme comm

test drive meme!

Here's how it works!

➊ wanna play a character but don't have the time? or maybe you just want to test them out?
➋ well go for it! post them here like they're already in the game (text, voice, video or action), and have them talk to characters already in the big gay Garden! Be sure to put their name and fandom in the subject line, for those of us who don't know it.
➌ then app them because you know you want to. 8|

Please spread the word about this meme, and happy Thursday!

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[a-good-daughter.livejournal.com]

[Kadaj tilts her head, as if listening for a sound-- one that she doesn't hear.]

A silver falcon-- I'm no kind of bird. I'm a daughter of my Mother.
What what are you?

[existwithoutme.livejournal.com]

Not a very wise little bird, are you? [She laughs, then shakes her head.] No harm in that. Falcons are meant to be more fierce than wise.

Every woman's some woman's daughter. I am not. As I said, I'm no animal. I have no parents. I am unique. [She crosses her legs, still hovering in midair.]

[a-good-daughter.livejournal.com]

My Mother is not an animal, She is a God. Yes, I am fierce--and you are a fool. But what kind of fool are you? Besides one who is "unique".

[existwithoutme.livejournal.com]

Ah, you're a goddess, then. [That's more interesting. Kuja smiles.] How charming. Tell me, pretty one, what are you the goddess of? War, perhaps? Destruction? Or death. [She is teasing, a little, having been all those things herself.]

I am Kuja. I have been many things, but now I am a poet.

[a-good-daughter.livejournal.com]

A poet. Where do you keep your poems? Inside, maybe? Where animals keep their hearts?

When I am one with my Mother, all things are one with us. [A smile, though it is one colored by some secret emotion.]
"Rebirth" then, I suppose.

[existwithoutme.livejournal.com]

[She has to laugh at this, it's too perfect.] That's right. In place of a heart, since I have none, that's where I keep them. Each one more beautiful than the last, all kept hidden away where no one can see.

So you'll remake the world in your own image, a little mother and daughter project. [Kuja is amused, and the woman seems so sincere, she believes there is something in what she says.] Not a poor idea, my lovely falcon, but if your mother is not here, what then?