paixaorpg | Just A Little Fun [completed]

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Just A Little Fun [completed]

Character(s): Kefka, NPCs, anyone in the area.
Content: Hayley finally lets Kefka off his leash.
Setting: Jogo da Crianca Fairgrounds
Time: Not too long after Hades's MB post
Warnings: ...You're kidding, right?

He'd been putting it off for far too long--far, far too long--but it was becoming obvious that these imbeciles couldn't find anything. But... if they weren't going to help him out, he had his ways of getting what he wanted, and he made sure he got what he wanted. And, even better, he planned on actually doing something fairly original for once. Kidnapping was far too overrated, anyway!

There was a spring in Kefka's step as he approached the park. He watched the people mill about and felt his mood sink for a moment. Look at them all... he thought to himself disgustedly. Those dead eyes, the way they all looked the same... Completely blank! Even when they screamed it wasn't satisfying enough. They could cry and cry all they wanted, but they never reached that perfect note that rang through his ears so wonderfully. Pah, they were all cannon fodder in the end, anyway. And, at the moment, that was all he needed.

After all, he'd promised a show, and he intended to give one. He just needed to get an audience first. Until then, it was time for a little play.

The mage hummed to himself cheerfully and a few natives glanced over at him, a few shifting nervously. The man was strange and wore strange clothing, and something about him made them uneasy, so uneasy. But the feeling didn't last, as soon they fell to the ground, twitching as the last traces of lightning from the thunder spell coursed through their body.

The people began to run in a panic after that, though Kefka didn't seem to notice, still humming to himself and killing anyone who managed to wander a little too close.

"Three blind mice," he sang, "Three blind mice. See how they run--Wait." He frowned--or perhaps pouted. "Something's off here. ...There we go." He laughed loudly before setting the now-blinded men aflame and watching as they ran off into the distance. "Now THIS is entertainment! Run and scatter like the little mice you are! Uwee-hee-hee, I'm like a kid in a candy store!"

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Knuckles had been taking a nap, having remained in the city for the moment. With all the trouble he'd seen over the journals, the guardian figured it'd be a good idea. Damned technology and the idiots who relied on it - but now he was relying on it, in order to protect the people within the city. Not that he knew quite what the native citizens were, of course, being largely unaware of the city and its various quirks. But never mind that; there were bigger issues at hand right now.

He snapped awake instantly at the sound of screaming, his eyes widening at what he saw. "Hey!" he yelled, standing up, ready to fight. "What the hell are you doing?!"

Kefka whipped around as he heard the voice behind him, blinking a moment before putting a finger to his cheek in thought. "Me? Well I'm... NOT GOING TO TELL YOU! Too bad!" He laughed to himself, a manic grin spreading across his face.

The first of his spectators had arrived! And he certainly was a loud one, wasn't he? All the better to get the word out! But it was still too early for the grand finale. He needed more people to watch or it would all go to waste. Hmmm... maybe not waste--putting on a show for himself was always worth it--but it wouldn't get the reaction he really wanted.

With a casual flick of the hand, another group of people dropped to the ground from the mage's Thunder spell. "Are you here to join the game, too?"

Great. Not only was it a clown, but it was a crazy clown. How the heck did Knuckles keep running into these characters? Did the crazies just happen to find him, or did he somehow become a magnet for them? Knowing Knuckles' luck, it was probably both. Whatever the circumstances, however, the guardian was quickly being angered by this psycho's horrible actions. Who did stuff like this?

"I don't care about any game, you freak," he growled, "but I'm going to stop you." And without further preamble, he moved in quickly, aiming a savage punch at Kefka's skull.

There was a brief look of surprise on Kefka's face before he spun out of the way. He hadn't expected violence so soon. Hmmm... He'd see what this member could do. "Feisty, aren't we? Let's put that energy to good use! Dance, dance, dance, dance!"" With a quick sweep of his arm, Kefka sent ice spike after ice spike Knuckles's way, each one hitting closer and closer to the echidna's feet.

"You're already playing! We're all playing! Every single one!"

Knuckles growled, managing to dodge easily enough. He was nothing if not impatient, however, and was soon charging straight at Kefka, ready to beat the living daylights out of him. "You haven't seen anything yet, you stupid clown!" he snarled, his anger plain as day on his face. "What the heck do you think you're doing?!" Knuckles was definitely not the most social of people, but he knew what was right - and he knew that what Kefka was doing was completely insane. Robotnik had been bad, but even he had standards and would never do something like this.

Standards? Standards? What did standards have to do with anything in this pathetic life? Standards were useless, foolish things that would only fall away along with the rest of humanity when he was through with them. Why follow along with something like that when its fate was to perish alongside everything else? There was no reason to, just as there was no reason for anything else in this universe! Anyone who said otherwise was deluding themselves!

They could believe whatever they liked. They all mattered about as much as everything else. As far as he was concerned, he was going to make the best out of this pathetic waste of a world and watch it crumble to dust. And then, once he was done here, he would go back to his own and carry on with what he had planned to do to begin with.

"Why do you defend their lives," Kefka asked, his voice low, "when they have no greater weight than your own? In the end you all perish one by one. All that anger is for nothing!" The air sparked and crackled, and a bolt of lightning came down close by Knuckles as the mage cackled to himself. "Let me show you why!"

Without standards, in Knuckles' own world-view, the world would fall into chaos - and Knuckles had more than enough of that right now. After being sucked into some stupid world where he was trapped and not having a way to get back to his duty, he was trying to gain some personal control of the situation and get his head on straight (something that wasn't easy considering that whenever he headed into the city, trouble seemed to be afoot). This latest situation didn't exactly help, and now here Knuckles was, taking out his aggression (which had increased to intense levels, even for him) out on this psychotic, freaky clown.

"I defend them," Knuckles growled, "because what you're doing is wrong. Who cares if someone like you thinks it's insignificant? I'll take you down just the same." With that, the echidna aimed a barrage of hard punches at the strange, insane man.

Kefka laughed loudly before moving to dodge the punches, his eyes wide and blazing with manic delight. This one was as foolish as the rest of them! He was just as doomed as the rest of them were. It didn't matter when these people died, only that they would. It was a shame he couldn't make this red creature see that now. But he would eventually, and that was enough to keep Kefka pleased.

At least, it was until one of the punches managed to hit. The mage stumbled back, the joy quickly leaving his eyes to be replaced with anger. "You little...!" Kefka snarled before putting his hand up in front of him, the air around them rapidly cooling as spikes of ice appeared in the air, each one shooting after Knuckles one after the other.

He could always find a new audience if he had to!

Knuckles, it must be known, was not the brightest crayon in the box, the sharpest tool in the shed, what have you. Sure, he knew right from wrong, but he was all too easily fooled and manipulated by those who knew just how to push his buttons (something that wasn't exactly difficult to find out). He grinned as his hit connected with a satisfying smack - and the grin stayed on his face even as he felt cold surrounding im.

"I may be short compared to you humans," the echidna replied with a short, barking laugh, "but I'm not about to let that stop me." He dodged the spell, wondering just how in the hell this freaky man could do this.

That only made Kefka more angry, and he took a sharp intake of breath as his hands balled into fists. Who did this thing think he was?! He'd fry him! He'd burn him to a crisp! He'd open him up and scatter his entrails for all to see! That'd show them all what happened to those who angered him!

But instead, Kefka paused and the grin spread across his face once again. "Hm... Persistent, aren't we?" he tapped his finger against his lips in thought as he stood on one foot. "I wonder just how persistent we are... THINK FAST!"

The mage sent a small fireball in Knuckles's direction. He had a feeling the echidna would be able to dodge it, but that wasn't the point at the moment. Wouldn't it be wonderful if this persistent little gnat found out there was something he couldn't stop?

Kefka dashed away, laughing all the while.

It seemed that his patrols were finally paying off, then. Tanaka had gotten the twinge of disease from a distance; for him to feel it this far away, the problem must be truly powerful. The young cheerleader wasted no time running towards the disturbance, to Jogo da Crianca. This park really was becoming a focal point of his performances, wasn't it?

In eyeshot, it wasn't hard to see the situation: in the midst of strewn civilians, a battle was raging, between--well, if he had more time, Tanaka would have wondered what exactly those two were, but as it was he took it in as an Ouendan.

Perhaps some people would be confused as to who was the one they were supposed to help, not being aware of the whole story, but Tanaka could see in an instant. The clown's soul was a sick fire, dull and dangerous and dirty. He could only assume he deserved the battle that was brought against him.

He gritted his teeth as fire flew--no time to waste. The ouendan set his stance, felt the distance to connect with the smaller creature's soul, and charged his fire. He would provide all the boost he could get. "OSU! Let's do this!"

And the routine began.

Knuckles glared at Kefka, making to dodge the fireball, but it managed to his his shoulder, singeing his fur and a couple of his dreads. He grunted in pain, gritting his teeth, but otherwise rushed on towards Kefka, his anger causing him to hit harder and faster than before. Of course, this meant he wasn't as accurate as before, but at least a couple of them had to hit, statistically. Statistics, however, were not what he was generally concerned with, and his thought pattern at the moment largely consisted of kicking this clown's face into the dirt.

He growled under his breath at the sound of some idiot yelling something stupid and was about to tell him to shut the hell up and stay out of his fight, but then he... felt different. More confident, somehow, and his aim grew more accurate again. Not to mention his punches getting harder and faster than before.

Kefka didn't notice the other man. He thought he heard a shout, but, as far as he was concerned, it could have been one of the screamers running around. What he was more concerned with was the sudden boost in energy Knuckles had gotten. It was so sudden and out of place... Magic? It was looking as though that were the case. Where was the wise guy, anyway?

Maybe that yell wasn't from a screamer after all.

It was getting harder and harder for him to dodge the attacks, at least while running, and Kefka was quickly becoming frustrated. This wasn't where it was supposed to end! Why couldn't these idiots cooperate with him?!

"Let's see how fast you are!" the mage snapped, tossing a bolt of lightning Knuckles's way.

A good start; his target was picking up on it, and the opponent was getting pushed back, it was all he could hope for. But who knew how long this battle could go on, anyway; recent lessons reminded Tanaka not to get overconfident.

Though of course the whole point was feeling like there's no way you could lose.

Step shift dodge rise punch "Kyaa!" slide shift, Tanaka put the vast majority of his focus into ensuring he made no mistake in his movement, but something had to keep attention on the battle, in case of something like--

--yes, lightning could prove to be a problem. The ouendan gritted his teeth and dipped down in a sharp maneuver; if perfectly done, his target could be fast enough to dodge the attack, but if not... well, he wouldn't.

Knuckles managed to dodge the lightning bolt, although he wondered for a moment how he managed to do it. He shook away the thought for now and moved faster in an attempt to catch Kefka and beat the snot out of him. "In case you haven't noticed," he growled in reply, loud enough for the insane clown-mage to hear, "I'm pretty fast." He attempted to trip Kefka in order to at least slow him down.

"Come back here, you freak!"

Kefka stared agape for a moment. How did he...? Nevermind! Kefka twisted around, starting to run off. He managed to get out a "Cheater!" before he fell to the ground. That little son of a submariner had the gall to trip him?!

Kefka kicked as hard as he could behind him before stumbling to his feet, dashing as fast as his legs would take him. He glanced back from time to time, though he wasn't searching for Knuckles. No, he wanted to find out just who it was that was helping him.

Yesss. A quick surge of satisfaction hit the cheerleader as the battle turned in good favor. "Round one, pass! Osu!" He was allowed to revel in doing something properly, wasn't he?

Not for long though. The fight was moving; Tanaka didn't need to even be within eyeshot to keep up the support, but at the speed they were moving he'd have to try and keep up to make sure the red creature didn't fall out of range. Sure, he was fast for your average human, but it was hard enough keeping pace these two without maintaining the routine.

Knuckles laughed. Unfortunately, he wasn't able to pound the freaky bastard clown into the ground, but he'd get him yet. He dodged the kick attempt and raced after him again, occasionally yelling something such as "Get back here, you painted freak!" or other oh-so-subtle remarks. Not that the clown would listen, Knuckles were sure, but it was at least worth a shot.

He caught Kefka looking back and grinned, not suspecting the real reason the other was doing so. "Yeah, I'm still here, you crazy son of a gun." He'd get him. Eventually. If worst came to worst. Knuckles could just chase Kefka until the other was tired.

Kefka ignored the remarks, finally coming to a stop at his destination. He whirled around, cape trailing after him as he fixed the echidna with a mad, gleeful stare. "Wherever your little friend is, I hope you both enjoy this presentation! It's all been leading up to this!"

The mage cackled, and with a flourish, the playground behind him suddenly caught alight, consumed in flame as screams rang out, pained and panicked. Perfect, perfect, absolutely PERFECT! It was better than he could have imagined! Even if they were still a little flat.

And the witnesses...! Oh how he hoped they spread the word as far as they could go. "'What horrible things I've done!' 'Oh, those poor, innocent people!' Tell them all, tell them all!" He chuckled darkly before continuing, his voice low, "Or there will be an encore."

It was lucky that Tanaka wasn't quite able to see what was going on in the battle ahead of him, keeping his distance from any attacks that would not only endanger himself, but his target as well. Because if Tanaka had seen the destruction Kefka had caused...

Well, a cheer fueled on anger was not exactly the most healthy method, and as much as Tanaka tried to keep his emotions in check, he was still called the rookie for a reason.

So all he got was the panic from the normally dull-willed citizens, and another surge of energy to complete this mission, whatever the chaos caused was. Determination!

"Little friend?" Knuckles blinked. "Sorry, Chuckles, but if you're talking about Sonic, it's all me here." He grinned then, fiercely, baring his teeth and snorting derisively. Presentation? Knuckles thought at the strange man's blabbering. What the heck is this freak talking about? And then they reached what had apparently been Kefka's goal all along, and the echidna suddenly understood.

Tanaka was lucky that he couldn't see it. Even the Guardian was horrified at the terrible scene unfolding in front of him, and it took himself a few moments to get it together.

... Well. Getting it together for Knuckles was different from someone else getting it together. As it was, Knuckles' jaw and fists clenched until they ached, and the echidna could see nothing but the clown in front of him and his own determination to make him pay for what he'd just done. "YOU BASTARD!" Knuckles snarled, launching himself at Kefka along with a flurry of blows, each punch more furious than the last.

Kefka merely laughed. The little thing had so much anger! What did he think he was going to do? Even as the blows rained down on the mage, he did little to dodge them, his laughter only interrupted by the hits he received. That reaction! Oh, that reaction! It was priceless!

He ached, yes. Every part of him was going to be in pain later, and he could feel the blood pour from where the spikes had hit, but he put it out of his mind, raising his hand up and casting a fire spell to get the echidna off of him. Even if that wasn't successful, it would at least blind him for awhile or give Kefka room for another spell.

Uwee-hee-hee-hee~ It was glorious.

Almost there. Almost completed, he could feel it. shift slide punch punch "Huwaa!" The battle was getting close to its end.

But Tanaka could sense the anger pulsing from his target. He was missing something from the other half of the equation. Common sense said to keep away from whatever havoc had been wreaked, simply for the emotional wreckage. But he couldn't get that feeling of disgusted, cold fury out of the pit of his stomach.

They better win this proper.

The fact that Kefka was laughing only ticked Knuckles off further - quite a feat, considering how peeved he was in the first place. The echidna managed to dodge the fire spell (barely), but blinded as he was by rage and the unnatural fire's light could only keep pounding into the man. "YOU'RE GONNA DIE, CLOWN!" he growled, only able to think of beating the tar out of Kefka, beat him until he could never even think of doing something like this again.

And so he continued, heedless of anything else, which ceased to exist. There was only the rage, now, and the violence, the sounds of his fists connecting the only thing in the world that mattered.

Even a euphoric feeling such as this could only last for so long, and the more pain Knuckles inflicted, the more his good mood began to disappear. It was only too bad the echidna had managed to avoid being fried alive like the rest of the people roaming around this sad little piece of filth, but there was little he could do for it now. In any case, he'd already put on his show and he was through entertaining.

"Get... LOST!" Kefka shrieked, casting lightning at Knuckles before slowly getting to his feet. As soon as he was sure the echidna was stunned, he turned and quickly ran from the scene, though slower than he had been previously. He would have to acquire a few potions from somewhere it looked like.

Keeping out of sight didn't allow Tanaka the luxury of helping dodge this time, but he'd help the target recover as quickly as possible. But the routine was finished; the cheerleader would have to leave it here.

He took a moment to catch his breath. Something had gone wrong, somewhere. Tanaka hadn't tripped at any point, or lost rhythm. He had performed as well as he could have wished. But rage was thick in the spirit of the red creature, roiling and dangerous. Tanaka was more exhausted than he should be. He'd missed something.

He approached the final field, and looked on the burning scene with the slow terror that came with comprehension. And this was what happened when he did well. The young man gritted his teeth. "Dai sei kou."

Tanaka didn't even go to check on the red creature as he ran in to help put the fire out. He knew the thing was all right.

Knuckles was so blinded by his rage that he didn't even care about dodging. He wasn't even able to see the spell coming until it was too late and the shock raced through him, knocking the wind out of the echidna until he was flat on his back, eyes staring and gasping for breath. He was barely able to hear or see anything until a few minutes later, and when he came back to his senses and managed to sit up, there was only the destruction.

He pounded a fist futilely into the ground, his eyes shutting tightly and a wordless snarl of helpless rage escaping him. Damn it. Damn it! All these people! He shook it off, however, and rose to help the survivors, refusing to spare so much as another thought towards what had just happened for the moment.

One thing was for sure, however; that crazy bastard was going to pay for this.

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There. Puggle said it. Happy now? :| shot

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There. Puggle said it. Happy now? :| *shot*

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There. Puggle said it. Happy now? :| shot