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paixaorpg2009-10-05 01:51 am
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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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Kefka brought a hand to his chin, lightly tapping a finger against his jaw as he thought to himself. "Let's see... Maybe a few. One or two, three or four, as many disappearances as there are, I've lost count. As for myself, I might have a few talents, but let's just keep that our little secret, hm? Wouldn't want anyone else to overhear and get too curious, would we?"