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[Noah looks in at the face on the screen and sets his message to private. He doesn't want to risk having this conversation overheard. His information extraction methods can be controversial, and he wants to play his former villain statis to its utmost advantage. He is clearly hardlining, and actually looks like he is about to yawn]

So you must be the Lufene I have heard about. [He looks at her and her 'background' (he can make an educated guess where that is) skeptically then can be seen reclining back in a relaxed position.]

I have to confess that I am distinctly unimpressed. Here I was expecting something impressive, and the best you have to offer is Lunar Cry?

[He snorts derisively]

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[Oh, Gabranth. Lufene's vanity can't possibly take this. She sneers back at him with a look of absolute contempt.]

You clearly have no taste whatsoever. Your opinion doesn't matter.

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[Gabranth simply rolls his eyes and looks of to the side like he takes her words as childish, with a condescending sigh]

My taste is obviously more refined than yours. Unless it is truly Garland's taste, and you are simply playing stooge to a senile old man. His plans never do seem to work properly, it would be a shame if you got caught into one.

[Deflate the ego just a bit, act uninterested and then... he leans forward into the screen and grins with the face he used when something was working out excellently]

You have so much potential.

[You let drop that there is interest. A little bit of halfway flattery, not to feed the ego, but to spark a new flame of interest. Now comes the delicate part, he needs to make it clear he has no interest in becoming involved, no motive or desire for her to work for him. The retired mentor who she manages to coax into going along with her plan. It must be on 'her initiative' not his.]

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[She's raging, all ready to snarl and spit at him for daring to suggest that she's a stooge. Then the comment about potential catches her off-guard. She narrows her eyes.]

Excuse me. I am no stooge and certainly not to that pathetic old man. He can die for all I care.

And I know exactly how much potential I have, thank you. As you're all about to see.

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[The temptation to say 'Thats how Kuja felt and look how he playedright into Garland's hands' is strong but he manages to not say anything about it.]
Of course, of course, because destroying a city of rats and dropping down random monsters from the moon is so original. Where is the finesse?

[Heavily laden sarcasm. It's almost as trademark as the Ronsenburg line-face.]

And here I was sure that you were capable of so much more.

Not that Lunar Cry is completely without merit. The extra destruction coming from the spread of monsters is a bonus, and having to deal with the influx of monsters is certainly a good distraction for the disgustingly large number of 'heroes' but it is far too straightforward. Doing it as anything but a mechanism to stall time would be ridiculous and childishly petty, of course, and you are far too refined to sink to such infantile levels, to be sure.

But even with the intention to stall, it still lacks in merit, as there are people here who have dealt with it before, so that when they fail to stop you, the will still know how to just turn it into a simple cleanup job.

[His wording is precise. He never hints at the possibility that the heroes could stop her, as if it was quite clear she could handle them on her own. He also flatters her in a way that might direct her opinion. Maybe. He also outlines that it isn't some colossal mistake, it simply fails at being any sort of efficient to a point where it loses usefulness.]

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[Childish petty people really don't like being called out on being childish and petty. Lufene folds her arms, voice dripping with disdain.]

No taste, no manners, and you talk far too much. I'd like to see you do better.

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[Noah knows he shouldn't, really he does. There is a very well ingrained survival instinct, but that utterly foolish pouting face (like Larsa when he was a babe of three and was not allowed to get he way) and her petulant tone, coupled with the /utter folly/ that she follows Kuja's footsteps near exactly leave him no choice. He bursts out laughing. Hearty think guffaws and rumbling chuckles, with tears streaming down his eyes. It takes him a few moments to get himself under control, and even if goading her into anger has made it worse (though likely it will just force into rashness) he really could do nothing else.]

Oh, that was golden, dear. Golden.

[His eyes light up and he smirks, as if he has just gotten an excellent idea]

I think I will. Spectularly better. It will be most excellent. [He gives her a sickly-sweet smile] Thank-you kindly for setting me up so nicely wih your foolishness; I do appreciate it.

[Looks like he can use her after all]

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[She's twitching in barely controlled rage. Finally, her expression becomes cold and hard.]

You'll not live to do anything.

[With that said, she cuts him off. Prig!]

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[The video may be private, but Garland's got tabs on all his Angels at all times.]

Lufene.

[A veiled threat in just that one word. He expects obedience, or else.]

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[Oops. The voice startles her, but Lufene affects nonchalance.]

Hmm? Is there a problem, Garland?

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Not as long as you remember who gave you your soul.

Will you be equal to the task before you?

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Oh, please. This is practically beneath me.

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Do not presume I am unaware of your dissention. Fail in this, and those insects will be the least of your concerns.

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[Oh, Garland. You really need to stop with those empty threats. Lufene rolls her eyes, bored.]

Unlike you, Garland, I'm not accustomed to failure.

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[He doesn't say anything but starts to pull on her soul. Not enough to remove it, but enough to make his point that he can and will. He's not going to let her get out of hand like Kuja (and Zidane) did.]

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[And suddenly she drops to the floor, clutching her head in pain. Her entire body is shaking; she feels like she's being pulled to pieces. She manages to hiss out one word:]

S-stop!

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[His point's been made. Garland releases hold of her soul with a smug hrmph.]

I look forward to seeing what you're capable of.

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[Worm. She hates that he has this power over her. Not even dignifying this with a reply.]

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Noah, what in the Gods' name are you doing?

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