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Wolf in Sheep's Clothing [active/open]
Character(s): Kefka, open
Content: If you can't beat 'em, join 'em. But don't let them know you're there.
Setting: Paixao Central Station
Time: Week 12
Warnings: Kefka
Magic was a wonderful, wonderful, wonderful thing. There were so many tricks that could be done! So many morons to muck with, so many fools to... well, let's just say he would enjoy this little information-gathering distraction.
Or so Kefka hoped. Suckers, suckers everywhere and only so many actually worth his while. Of course, he couldn't pry information from cold, dead hands. He needed them all alive for once. Pity so many of them seemed to know his face now (no it wasn't). But there were solutions to those sorts of minor inconveniences.
And that was why magic was a wonderful thing. Just a teensy-weensy little illusion was all it took--something to make him look like one of the brainless citizens walking around.
And now he needed only to wait until someone interesting came by. There were so many people who needed to wait for the train. Surely one person could have something to say.
Content: If you can't beat 'em, join 'em. But don't let them know you're there.
Setting: Paixao Central Station
Time: Week 12
Warnings: Kefka
Magic was a wonderful, wonderful, wonderful thing. There were so many tricks that could be done! So many morons to muck with, so many fools to... well, let's just say he would enjoy this little information-gathering distraction.
Or so Kefka hoped. Suckers, suckers everywhere and only so many actually worth his while. Of course, he couldn't pry information from cold, dead hands. He needed them all alive for once. Pity so many of them seemed to know his face now (no it wasn't). But there were solutions to those sorts of minor inconveniences.
And that was why magic was a wonderful thing. Just a teensy-weensy little illusion was all it took--something to make him look like one of the brainless citizens walking around.
And now he needed only to wait until someone interesting came by. There were so many people who needed to wait for the train. Surely one person could have something to say.
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Oh... Oho... So he HAD found an interesting one after all! Or if not interesting than someone who at least had some sort of skill. Maybe something he could add to his collection? If he could figure out how. There was only one Esper in this city as far as he knew (and a couple possible ones) but no device he could use to draw out their magic for himself. But it was always good to have a plan in mind in case he ever stumbled upon the latter.
The mage sidled up to the young woman, casually peering over to watch her move her hand. "What an interesting trick, my dear--moving the wind like that! ...Wherever did you learn it?"