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paixaorpg2009-06-08 03:52 am
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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!"
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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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.