[Castelia City is a grand, magnificent city by the harbor, an ever-changing metropolis where all kinds of people can be found. Here, the hustle and bustle of city life rule, and people charge past each other in a bid to win the rat race.

There is, however, a moment of peace today in the Central Plaza, something rarely seen in such a place as Castelia. Whitlea is taking advantage of this, and thus has invited over a few of her friends and family from Nuvema, and from across Unova. It's easy to do when you're the Champion, but what was harder was finding enough free time to get there. She's managed to clear a spot in her busy schedule just for today, though, and is looking forward to meeting them again.

...of course, not even the Champion can get to Casteliacone fast enough to avoid the long lines.

But she's finally managed to buy it! And right now, she's running up to the person she hasn't seen in a while: you. Perhaps you're sitting on a park bench waiting patiently for her, perhaps you've wandered off in search for her, perhaps you've grown bored and decided to leave just before she came over. Well, here she is now, bearing two ice cream cones.]

Sorry I'm late! I couldn't get to Casteliacone fast enough. Had to wait for hours, but trust me, it's worth it.

It's quiet among the trees. No, not completely quiet, for he can hear the voices of the birds, some in chorus and others singing singly, their bright little independent songs. He can hear the sounds of other creatures, too. Some of the flowers have lilting voices. Some of the trees shed tears. A squirrel cries out sharply. A fox barks. Insects chirp about the weather and their fellows, noisy busybodies that they are. Farther distant, a large reptile, like a small dragon, grunts out its appreciation of the most recent meal it has caught. The forest is never truly silent. He's always been able to hear these things, but only recently has he learned to understand.

No, it is not quiet, but it is tranquil, a peaceful, constant symphony humming in the background. Kuja leans back against the tree, conscious of the roughness of the bark against his back. Through his half-closed eyes, he studies the patterns made by the light falling through the leaves overhead. By the angle of the light, he can tell the time of day, but time no longer matters to him. It is not ticking down toward anything, or if it is, he doesn't mind. He lives, and that is what matters. He has been given another chance, though he may not have deserved one. His life was saved, through no fault of his own, and he finally knows what it means, life.

He never loved the world as much as he does now. In the past, he didn't love it at all. Quite the opposite It wasn't his world, then, and he was incapable of love. He existed only to destroy this planet, but he has been freed from that burdensome purpose.

When he hears someone approaching, he assumes it must be Zidane. He opens his eyes wider, rises to his feet, and moves forward through the undergrowth at an unhurried pace. The branches tug at his flowing sleeves and robe, but an invisible force frees the garments at once, gently pulling back the twigs and leaves.

A line of poetry runs through his mind as he walks: if you listen you will hear within the greenest glade/ music much more vast and bright than any man has made.

Kuja has always loved music, and the beasts and birds and plants and very soil of Gaia are singing to him as he goes to meet his brother. But he stops, suddenly, when he catches sight of the person approaching. This isn't Zidane. So who is it?

[[OOC: You may treat this as a family themed entry if you wish to be related to Kuja, or just have your character be themselves.]]