[This place stinks. Like, literally reeks. That's Kefka's first thought, at the very least. Smells like old bummy mattress and dust webs and, worst of all perhaps, people. Still, he can't help but smile, but laugh, at the situation as he takes it in. A god, throwing destruction and judgment down on all the puny little worthless lives, stuck slumming it back out with them in some make shift, rinky dink airship.
Oh that's funny. That is, in fact, rich.
You'll have to excuse the jester laughing his head off for a moment. Usually, you'd think it'd be the job of the jester to elicit the chuckles, but getting a look at the him better...perhaps he's not the type one would often laugh at.
And if he catches anyone staring, he simply stops his laughter, biting his lip to stiffle it. And smiles back at the staring party, far far too wide.]
What's the matter? Cat got your tongue?
Prompt C
[And now the jester's on the move, stalking through the airship. The sensation is hardly new to Kefka, where it might be perhaps a bit more new, and even unsettling to others. It was boring, really, which is why it needed to be spiced up.
He slinks along the halls and rooms of the airship, managing, somehow, to often move just out of sight of his intended targets, at least, once he finds them. And when he does find them, well.
There Kefka is, immediately behind them, head craned to be right beside them.]
Now what's this?
[He says, in a mock interested tone.]
Far from home, aren't we? First time you've been in the air? Don't worry. You'll get used to being a floater.
Prompt I
[Burning people, Kefka had found, was often far more rewarding and entertaining than burning monsters. Of course, things being what they were, he'd have to wait just a little while, perhaps, before he could get the most out of that. Kefka supposed he could try to burn a few weaklings back to the worthless dust and ash they were, but with just how many goodie two-shoes were around....
It would be better to bide his time for maximum effect. Destruction was fun by its very nature. Even if he could wreak havoc only for a little while, well, he would take it, but to have it ended just too quickly, that'd be a tragedy. Or a comedy. They were interchangable, were the some thing, when you really got right down to brass tacks.
Still, even Kefka had to admit that hunting these poor slobs of monsters...geezards, they were called?...wasn't entirely without amusement. Even with how much his own power had been diminished -taking a 'job', having to regain it and all that paperwork work work, how ridiculous, the creatures were falling - and fleeing - from him at a delightful pace. Kefka cackles as he flings another ball of fire at one.]
What's wrong? Need to run already? But it's too soon and we're practically burning daylight with the fun we're having!
Kefka Palazzo | Final Fantasy VI
[This place stinks. Like, literally reeks. That's Kefka's first thought, at the very least. Smells like old bummy mattress and dust webs and, worst of all perhaps, people. Still, he can't help but smile, but laugh, at the situation as he takes it in. A god, throwing destruction and judgment down on all the puny little worthless lives, stuck slumming it back out with them in some make shift, rinky dink airship.
Oh that's funny. That is, in fact, rich.
You'll have to excuse the jester laughing his head off for a moment. Usually, you'd think it'd be the job of the jester to elicit the chuckles, but getting a look at the him better...perhaps he's not the type one would often laugh at.
And if he catches anyone staring, he simply stops his laughter, biting his lip to stiffle it. And smiles back at the staring party, far far too wide.]
What's the matter? Cat got your tongue?
Prompt C
[And now the jester's on the move, stalking through the airship. The sensation is hardly new to Kefka, where it might be perhaps a bit more new, and even unsettling to others. It was boring, really, which is why it needed to be spiced up.
He slinks along the halls and rooms of the airship, managing, somehow, to often move just out of sight of his intended targets, at least, once he finds them. And when he does find them, well.
There Kefka is, immediately behind them, head craned to be right beside them.]
Now what's this?
[He says, in a mock interested tone.]
Far from home, aren't we? First time you've been in the air? Don't worry. You'll get used to being a floater.
Prompt I
[Burning people, Kefka had found, was often far more rewarding and entertaining than burning monsters. Of course, things being what they were, he'd have to wait just a little while, perhaps, before he could get the most out of that. Kefka supposed he could try to burn a few weaklings back to the worthless dust and ash they were, but with just how many goodie two-shoes were around....
It would be better to bide his time for maximum effect. Destruction was fun by its very nature. Even if he could wreak havoc only for a little while, well, he would take it, but to have it ended just too quickly, that'd be a tragedy. Or a comedy. They were interchangable, were the some thing, when you really got right down to brass tacks.
Still, even Kefka had to admit that hunting these poor slobs of monsters...geezards, they were called?...wasn't entirely without amusement. Even with how much his own power had been diminished -taking a 'job', having to regain it and all that paperwork work work, how ridiculous, the creatures were falling - and fleeing - from him at a delightful pace. Kefka cackles as he flings another ball of fire at one.]
What's wrong? Need to run already? But it's too soon and we're practically burning daylight with the fun we're having!
Prompt J
[Throw whatever you want at me!]