Wolf in Sheep's Clothing [active/open]

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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.

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"So it runs in families here too? Interesting," said Neirenn, a thoughtful look on her face. Off of the island... this city wasn't exactly a prison, not in the sense that it was impossible to leave its boundaries, but it still trapped them away from their homes. She wondered about the countries around here--were all the people as flat as those in Paixao, or was it something that the city did?

She needed to get to that library she'd been told about to find out. This man was still acting... off.

"Well," she said, considering what she wanted to tell him aout herself, "I just graduated from the academy in my home city not long ago." The pride in her voice wasn't an act--being a graduate at fifteen was quite an accomplishment. "Let me show you...."

Spreading her hands and concentrating, a ball of bluish light appeared before Neirenn, spreading into a long line that finally coalesced into a staff as tall as she was. It wasn't a particularly difficult spell, but one that was good at making an impression.

[ooc: Visual (http://inverloch.seraph-inn.com/viewcomic.php?page=326)]