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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No worries <3

[blackwatermage.livejournal.com]

Neirenn resisted the urge to lean away as the man moved in closer to have a closer look at it. She seemed to be see-sawing mentally about this conversation. On the one hand, she was talking to a resident of the city who was a mage and who might be able to tell her quite a bit of information. On the other hand, he was creepy. It was a dilemma.

As was how to answer his next question. Back when Acheron had asked her about magic the first time, Neirenn had been quite eager to show off what she could do. But she wasn't so eager to let this stranger see everything she could do. The dark magic, certainly, she was keeping under her hat. But lightning was always impressive, wasn't it? Raising a hand, she called forth the energy and sent a bright yellow bolt crashing onto a lightpole that didn't have anyone standing close to it.