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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.
ffff I thought I replied to this. x.x
He did hope she wouldn't just give him the boring, passive spells. Things like that weapon summon could possibly be useful, he would admit, but they just didn't have the same flair. What use was the spell to him when it couldn't help make that sweet music he so loved? "Ooh"s and "ah"s were nothing compared to the shrieks and wails of the dying.