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Character(s): Seymour, Anima, and anyone drawn in by the commotion
Content: Due to Larxene's latest tricks, Seymour and Anima find themselves in a rather unusual situation
Setting: I7(ish)
Time: Roughly midday
Warnings: Seymour-in-Anima's-body isn't happy, which might make him prone to attempting harm.

Having grown bored with the influx of people around the gate, Seymour had decided to explore the city spread before him. It was certainly no Zanarkand, or even Bevelle, but it was also not the Farplane and given that he had expected that to have been his next destination he would quite willing accept this reprieve, temporary though it may be. And if this was to be his temporary home, then by all means he should explore it, should he not? True, he did yet long to see the trees of Gaudosalam again, but for now this would do - though it seemed to lack a great deal of the things he had come to take for granted during his life and past it.

And yet, for all his experiences in life, nothing could prepare him for what would come next...
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Stone. Cold. Dark. Waiting. An eternity of waiting in a cold stone-dark prison. Silent and dead. Waiting, and waiting, and waiting. Waiting for... waiting for... light? Light! Lightlightlightlight. Go to the light and...
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He blinked as his surroundings seemed to blur for a moment. That shouldn't have happened should it. He didn't need to sleep, and he shouldn't be able to get sick so easily. He shrugged - probably just (lightlightlight) nothing and continued on his (light) way. He got no more than a few more steps before his world collapsed into darkness and cold as something else came to the light.
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Light again. And after so long. But ... not the same as before. Smaller. More human than she'd felt in years. A brief glance down at herself gave an explanation why, at least - delicate human hands met her glance. Hands so very different from the ones she'd grown so used to over the past years. And solid, unlike the half-form called out of the stone in the presence of a summoner. Only... maybe not so human after all on second look. No, no, not human at all. More like a Guado's than a man's...

A pause as she reached up to 'her' face, exploring it (carefully, carefully; those nails were sharp) as if to memorize its contours. Yes, she knew this face, had seen it before. But if she was here, then where was he? Where had her son gone?

Seconds later the answer presented itself as Anima summoned herself (himself?) for quite possibly the first time in the history of aeons. And none too pleased either, to judge by that tone of shriek that echoed across the area. This ... might not end well.

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At this moment, life sucked. It sucked so hard that it collapsed in on itself, creating a black hole of suck which only increased the suck of life that much more. Kefka was magic-less, powerless, weak. The feeling dripped over him and stuck to him like glue. It was like walking through a thick grime that stung like acid. He felt dirty just thinking about how weak he was right now.

Not that he'd allow anyone to see that. Oh no, Kefka still had his ways of asserting his superiority over everyone else and having a little fun in the process! His current method was the use of a pack of matches, drawing one out, lighting it, and tossing it in someone's general direction, still lit, when they weren't looking his way. Not many people actually caught on fire--a terrible disappointment--but he could always hope.

And that was when he saw it. Right when he was about to flick another match at some poor, hapless victim, he found the solution to his problem. An esper! Kefka thought to himself delightedly, a manic grin spreading across his face. Now he just needed to figure out how to go about transporting to a magic extraction facility. ...If there was one here. Was there one here? Ah well, he'd simply have to improvise.

And, at the last minute, he noticed someone nearby the esper. Oh no, this guy wasn't taking away his chance! But it wasn't like he could simply burn, drown, electrocute, poison, freeze, or crush him to death where he stood... No, it seemed as though he would have to get a little more up close and personal in this case. Maybe a nice knife to the back? Nah, no fun in that. Small conversation and surprise knife to the front?

It'd have to do for now.

Might as well start by acting dumb. The magic-less mage gave a great gasp of false surprise as he looked up at the giant esper. "Oh my! What in the world is that?" he asked. All right, so he'd been a little overdramatic. Not like it was going to matter in the end.

Anima - now in Seymour's body - hardly noticed Kefka's approach, being too busy readjusting herself to the feeling of having a body entirely her own, even if it wasn't really hers. However, Kefka's approach did not go unnoticed by the man trapped inside the body of the aeon. Turning his head so as to better watch the man's approach, another shriek pierced the air as he realized that much as he would like to kill the man where he stood he was still bound by the ties that linked a summoner and aeon, and was therefore incapable of doing anything unless his summoner (his mother?) wished it.

At the noise, the fayth-turned-Guado turned, noticing the man approached.

"An aeon." she answered, noticing with some bemusement how strange it was to her her son's voice when she herself was speaking.

Well, someone obviously didn't like him, not that such a petty thing as the esper's personal feelings would have an impact on what Kefka would do to it.

Kefka thought to himself for a few seconds before deciding to play the big-eyed dummy. Maybe if he could extract some more information out of this guy, he might be able to find out if there were any more espers about and where they were. People tended to tell idiots everything after all, believing them to be too stupid to know what had just happened. "An aeon? I don't believe I understand." he said, doing his best to make it look like he hadn't a single thought in his head.

As long as he didn't think about how his dignity was being crushed, he could get through the pain of having to put on these theatrics.

There was a pause before an answer came, during which the great aeon somehow managed to rattle the chains binding to the ground.

"Aeons are..." what I am and should be? No, that wouldn't do for an explanation. After all, this wasn't Spira anymore was it? "...born of the fayth. The fayth bond with summoners, and in doing so allow the summoners to call on the powers of the aeons."

There. That should do for now.

This time he really was confused. This thing was sounding less and less like an esper the more the man went on, which left Kefka wondering what the crap this guy was talking about. Summoner he could understand. Summoner. "One who summons." Probably involving these aeon things. That much he could figure out.

"And what exactly are these... 'fayth?'" he asked, waiting expectantly. Maybe he couldn't suck the magic out of the thing, but this... This might just give him an whole new source of power.

"Fayth are ... were people once," Anima began slowly, unsure of how to to best explain the concept of fayth. She was one, true, but that didn't exactly make in any easier to explain, after all. "People who chose to give up their life to help fight against Sin."

For now she'd leave out the fact about how Yu Yevon was involved in the whole mess, along with the concept of the summoner's pilgrimage and the Final Summoning. It would only confuse things further, after all.

"Really now?" Kefka began, looking at the large esper--no, aeon--appraisingly, "Although I don't think I understand what this 'Sin' is. I'm guessing it must be something... big."

People died and aeons were formed. Seemed simple, but it couldn't be. If it was, then their world would probably be filled to the brim with aeons and fayth and whatever. "So... they give up their lives and are suddenly fayth?"

Anima nodded at that description of Sin. "Large and powerful. It..." she shook her head. "Sin is a monstrosity." It was something of a understatement, true, but it would do for now.

Another shake of the head at that. "It's a choice they make before they die. Only if they choose to give their life to stop Sin is a fayth born." At least, that's how it had been in her case. She'd never really gotten around to asking her fellow-fayth how they'd become fayth, so her information wasn't exactly the best.

Choice... Choice made things harder. Of course, Kefka could "persuade" the individual to make the choice, but for some reason, he had the feeling that the process was more complicated than that, especially since he didn't know where to find a "Sin." Looks like that idea was shot.

Unless there was something he was missing? Obviously, this person knew a lot about aeons. Also, though the creature seemed to be rather irate, it wasn't doing anything. The individual might have control over it... Well, it never hurt to ask. "And how did you come across this aeon?"

Technically she hadn't been the one to 'come across' Anima in the first place - instead, she was the aeon. But she had a vague idea that that might not be the greatest thing to admit, not to mention a bit confusing.

"I went to the fayth's temple." It was even sort of true, although the roles had been a bit reversed.

"A temple, huh? Anything like that here?" Kefka asked. Might as well get right to the point. Beating around the bush wasn't getting him anywhere and this guy didn't seem too keen on telling him what he wanted unless he was specific. This would have been a perfect time for him to have his magic, too.

"I have seen none so far." And why should she have? The temples were all on Spira, as far as she knew and this was most definitely not Spira. After all, she rather doubted a situation like this would have happened had they yet remained on Spira.

Kefka sighed heavily. Wonderful. That meant that he was going to have to find some other form of power. It looked like this entire conversation was nothing more than a big waste of time.

On a whim, the magicless mage pulled out his journal. After a couple of seconds, an irritated look passed across his face and he typed away in silence, completely ignoring the other man (who was no more use to him at that point). Irritation slowly turned to amusement, and a wide, insane grin spread across his face. The typing continued, punctuated by the occasional giggle, mutter, or annoyed grunt, depending on what he looked at.

Kefka snapped the journal shut, still grinning to himself. "Seems I have an appointment to make," he said, only somewhat to the man.

That was perfectly fine by Anima, who had noticed that insane grin spread across the man's face. A smile that was far too like some of the ones she'd seen from her son of late, and doubtless one that did not bode well for whoever had caused it.

"May Yevon watch you on your path." A strange little bow accompanied the words - ironic, considering she was not technically a follower of Yevon any more.

Kefka didn't have a clue who this "Yevon" was, but he didn't have time to stick around and ask. There were things to do, people to manipulate, Returners who needed to be secretly disposed of... Things like that. He opened up his map and gave it another look over to make sure he knew where exactly he was going before giving a short, carefree wave in what's-his-face's direction, turning on his heel and setting off.

This was going to be absolutely fantastic!

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