27; grabbag + me myself and I; wow my future sucks; return of cefca

[sandinmyboots.livejournal.com]

[This is Cefca, aka Kefka's younger self. This is Cefca, in a dark green uniform and corpselike blue make up, sunken in eyes and hollow cheeks and blue lips, waving at the community from a jail cell. He's got a bottle of something clear and unplesant looking and a jar full of ashes.]

Helloooo, ducks. I am coming to you live from the, the ruins of Vector, the jail of the palace, the place where they stick jerks. I have been stuck in here on account of my older self is a terrible, terrible awful no good traitor and can't be trusted to let his younger self spy on him.

[It's amazing how good his enunciation is, given how much of that bottle he's drunk.]

Also...what sort of stupid older self dies before a virus? That's so stupid...I land here in a pile of ashes! Which was me! I want to complain. Why do I have to clean me up? Who thought it was a good idea to stick me in here with a huge honking monster in front of the door? That was me, the stupid future me who isn't dead. You should, you should all listen. I am the smartest one here, I will teach you all the things about me and all the other things..

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[loyalbound.livejournal.com]

... you're drunk.

[ thank you, captain of the obvious brigade ]

[timey_wimey]

Don't you think you've had a bit much of that? Then again, I suppose if you've already drunk that much of it you probably won't think so at this rate, but never mind, it was worth a shot.

Well then. Go on, I guess, tell me about you, since you've probably not got much better to do sitting in a jail cell waiting for the virus to end. I'd offer to get you out, but well, no TARDIS. I won't lie, I'd be interested in hearing what you've got to say about yourself.

[stripping.livejournal.com]

...yes, you're the smartest one here. If I may say so, I don't think you should have more of that.

[yacantdoitkid.livejournal.com]

We know all the things about you, kid.

[madeitsquare]

Can't say this is how I wanted to see you again.

[sandinmyboots.livejournal.com]

Wow, I hadn't no-ticed! [He spits out the words like bullets, over-enunciating.] Golly, I had this fermented fruit beverage and now I am in-eb-ri-a-ted! I never saw this coming!

[Someone's cranky tonight.]

[sandinmyboots.livejournal.com]

I am allowed to be drunk. I have earned this drunk. Drink. I am so smart that I can tell when I am allowed to be drunk or not drunk and this is an allowed time.

[sandinmyboots.livejournal.com]

Oh! Oh good! It's the guy who can't kill me! Wow, you are so smart! Look at you, not killing me. Wow, you are so good at your job. When we are done bantering, I will give you a free shot so you can get good enough to get rid of the other one. So. So why don't you tell me what you know so we can get this over with. Come on, come on, I go back to my time soon enough.

[stripping.livejournal.com]

If you say so... Is there anything I can do for you?

[mistlyohdomo.livejournal.com]

Your face is funny, mister. Were you playing with your mama's make up paints?

[sandinmyboots.livejournal.com]

Oh. Scrooge.

[Cefca's fierce expression fades into dismay.]

It's usually better than this.

[sandinmyboots.livejournal.com]

...I'm supposed to look like this, kid.

[sandinmyboots.livejournal.com]

Talk to me. I need to talk to someone that's not the chunk of magic guarding this cell. The quiet is getting to me. You'd think that this dead guy could at least speak up, he wouldn't stop yapping when he was alive, but I guess he's too dead for that. Hee hee hee...

[stripping.livejournal.com]

All right, I'll talk to you. Is there anything you'd like to talk about, or should I pick the conversation topic?

[sandinmyboots.livejournal.com]

No, no, I know my limits. I get drink, drunk, pretty easily but I can metabolize a lot of it. Magic is weird like that. My body handles toxins and poisons easily but I'm thiiiiis light! I want a refund. Wait, no, I don't. Do I?

Right. What's a TARDIS? You're the guy with the circle words that older me talked to, right? I get some of his memories every time I show up here. He liked that. Do I start on a societal level, or just talk about myself? Do you want the epic life story? (It's really boring except for the parts where people die.) Or should I explain my hideous misbehaving self?

[sandinmyboots.livejournal.com]

You pick. None of my topics are good.

[stripping.livejournal.com]

How about we talk about what you'd like to do once you leave?

[mistlyohdomo.livejournal.com]

Oh. ...sorry.

[sandinmyboots.livejournal.com]

Um...training Celes. Make sure that the Empire isn't wiped of the map in the process of trying to take over the world. Godhood would be nice, but I don't think I can pull that off like the other one did. Figuring out if magic issues can be reversed or not, although current studies point to no.

[sandinmyboots.livejournal.com]

It's alright. Not a lot of people recognize this style anymore. It's traditional for mages to look scary. You don't need to apologize.

[stripping.livejournal.com]

I'd have more immediate plans after leaving prison, like eating a good meal.

[sandinmyboots.livejournal.com]

Oh. Oh! Yes, I'll probably eat something. Maybe I'll go with Cid and Celes...

[madeitsquare]

What's gonna happen to you now?

[yacantdoitkid.livejournal.com]

Yeah. We get the point.

Fuck, you're pathetic right now. You get that, right?

[sandinmyboots.livejournal.com]

Of course I know that. Why do you think I'm drinking?! Ha!