∞ Keepsakes ∞ Project Flangst: Ties To The Great Scourge.
[Branchpoint: Event Zero.] ( branchpoint for @thepricewasright and if need be @ladyharken )
[Ambience: The Evil One]
After his successful encounter with Lady Harken, and the indeterminable fate of the place Maria called home, Kefka had returned to his dominion, mapping out his next move. That in itself was a feat, considering how shattered his psyche was, but if there was anything that could set the madman down a path, it was vengeance. He had been cheated once before, but now that he had achieved the power to tear open the heavens themselves, Kefka simply wouldn’t stand for it. He’d make them pay, one way or another. Since he could not located the man with the scar, the next one on the list was a “very dear friend.” If one could call a certain treasure hunter a “very dear friend.”
Operating in the shadows was not something the painted madman would do often, unless it could trigger absolute despair. It was the reactions that made him feel alive, and why he would occasionally resort to these tactics. This ruse would not last for long. Despite his distaste for him, Locke had sharper senses than most. The shadows would only conceal him for so long. “You’ve been very busy lately, haven’t you, pinhead? Heh...heh...” Projecting his voice like this was becoming second nature now, with the power at his disposal. The game of cat and mouse had begun. ~
*OoC Addendum: Tagging D because there is a small chance Lady Harken would make an appearance here.
∞ Keepsakes ∞ Project Flangst: Ties To The Great Scourge.
When one had a lot of time on their hands, they sink to depravity, and listlessness. So, what happens when one has an eternity to contemplate how useless existence was? One could say regrets, even anger. There was plenty for the painted madman who ascended to godhood to regret. The first was not finishing the job in the colliery mines of Narshe.
[Ambience: The Evil One]
No.
The plan was perfect---absolutely perfect. Reclaim his most prized doll, and allow her to wreak havoc upon those who dared challenge him. This would show them that his reign over the world would go unchallenged. What Kefka had not counted on was the ethereal instability since he claimed the power of the Warring Triad to open ethereal tears to other worlds.
No no no...!
He was thwarted by the man with a scar on his face, and his friends from the other world. He---along with that “pinhead” Locke were able to steal his precious doll yet again from his clutches. Kefka refused to stand for that, which attributed to his current train of thought.
No! NO! “NO!”
That last “No” was spoken dialogue, and it echoed in the chamber. Fingers curled onto his palms, drawing blood as Kefka seethed with rage. So be it; if the do-gooders of his world would recruit champions from other realms, then he would bring others under the banner of chaos. If they refused, then he would simply destroy them, just like everyone else that crossed his path. They would all meet the same fate as Leo, and as Gestahl. None would escape the God of Magic’s wrath. The question was, who would he choose? A thought that was lost in his growing tantrum.
“She was mine. She was mine! How dare they make a mockery of me! I will show them just who is in charge. The laughing is going to stop. Because now we’re going to play by my rules.” The anger at last began to subside, and there it was again---the sadistic smile that had one voice only: to destroy everything. All that was left was Kefka’s simper as he vanished to find his next target.
“Heh...heh...heh.” ~
OoC Addendum under the cut:
This is a plot call that also ties into “Project Flangst” our unaffiliated plotline that spans across many ideas and fandoms---though primarily Final Fantasy. It is intended for multiple participants, the likes of which are free to group up as they wish and treat it however they would like, though the basis is on events that have transpired over the course of our collective roleplaying tenure. You are more than happy to participate, or ask questions. And now, I shall tag the appropriate people who are directly involved in this, or would like to be involved, and even those who want something more specific for them, which will also be included in my tags as a separate rant. If that word vomit made no sense at all, just consider it an excuse to bother my ass on my muses okay? >) This is me, branching out.
@riotxblade, @not-a-rogue (Lou is an exception: all her muses are fair game including Ignis @anxlyticum ) @thepricewasright, @chereceles, @royalxshock (When RL doesn’t get to you Eggy;I know you have a wedding in the works. <3), @runexxknight , @girlinthemagitekarmor , @tenebraeya , @artemisxbow , @imperialroseking, @burmecianblackmage, @ladyharken, @armigerxarsenal, @antisocialsavant (The last two being my muses of course.)
The painted madman knew the type all too well; it was all-business-no-pleasure to a fault. It dredged up memories within him that he could do without. “So serious,” came the reply and the accompanying simper. “So cold. Just like someone I know, someone I hate.” The mask dropped momentarily to display sheer venom in his voice, before with a twist of the wrist, was back to being playful. Somewhat.
“Still, I suppose goody-two-shoes like yourself have their uses. And really, you should be kissing my boots that I even deigned to make this proposition to you. For I can assure you, you’re only going to get it once, my dear. And then poof, that’ll be that.” Subtly, our ne’er do well rested his head upon the knuckles of his left hand.
“What’s the harm in hearing me out? Heh heh heh.” ~
The challenge was made, in one form or another. Terra and Edgar had made their intentions known. It was time to begin Phase One of his grand scheme to rip the cosmos a new one.
“Time to go, my sweet. There’s work to be done. Mehehehehehe...” ~
