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dramadramaduck2012-01-27 03:39 pm
sandinmyboots) wrote in dramadramaduck2012-01-27 03:39 pm
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28; Out, Damn Spot!; Shenanigans with A Pretty Boy;
The pink smoke clears slowly, revealing...well. It used to be Kefka's throne room. It's missing a ceiling and some good chunks of the walls as well; the sky beyond is roiling with purple-grey clouds.
Lancer is sitting on the remains of the throne, wide-eyed and attempting to edge away from the smoking remains of a cauldron. Kefka is flat on the floor next to him, his headfeathers smoking and face covered in ashes.
"...shall I assume that was not supposed to happen?" Despite everything, Lancer keeps a poker face.
Kefka peels himself off the floor with a groan, rubbing his forehead. "Don't get wise on me, pretty-face, that wasn't quite as planned but it worked. Owww... Besides, this place needed some windows!"
"Most people wouldn't cause an explosion just for the sake of some windows. Did it work at all?"
"I just said it worked!" Kefka hops to his feet, then regrets it, given his wincing. "I may not have turned off the love spot, but I did make a relic that'll nullify it. Hold on." He stumbles over and goes through the remains of the cauldron until he pulls out -
It's a pendant, a golden chain with a pink crystal heart dangling from it; a tiny opal spade, diamond and club are hanging from the heart. Kefka grins. "Behold, the Spotless Love Pendant!"
"...That looks completely ridiculous."
"This would be fine fashion on my world." Kefka tosses the pendant to Lancer, who catches it easily. "Just keep it under your shirt if you hate it so much, or don't wear it at all! I could give it away as a gift!"
"Thank you," Lancer says, putting the pendant on. "Remind me to never take fashion advice from anyone here, incidentally."
"Says the man with the fashion of a decomposing lizard!" Kefka titters. "Now go back and go change your fate!"
"What does that even mean--no, never mind. I think I would rather not know."
"You're only wearing one layer of clothing, and that has barely two colors on it. Even a dead lizard looks more interesting that tha- oh!" Kefka looks up at the camera. "Looks like we're on the candid camera."
"...oh, excellent. This day obviously needed to get worse." And with that having been said, Lancer facepalms.
Lancer is sitting on the remains of the throne, wide-eyed and attempting to edge away from the smoking remains of a cauldron. Kefka is flat on the floor next to him, his headfeathers smoking and face covered in ashes.
"...shall I assume that was not supposed to happen?" Despite everything, Lancer keeps a poker face.
Kefka peels himself off the floor with a groan, rubbing his forehead. "Don't get wise on me, pretty-face, that wasn't quite as planned but it worked. Owww... Besides, this place needed some windows!"
"Most people wouldn't cause an explosion just for the sake of some windows. Did it work at all?"
"I just said it worked!" Kefka hops to his feet, then regrets it, given his wincing. "I may not have turned off the love spot, but I did make a relic that'll nullify it. Hold on." He stumbles over and goes through the remains of the cauldron until he pulls out -
It's a pendant, a golden chain with a pink crystal heart dangling from it; a tiny opal spade, diamond and club are hanging from the heart. Kefka grins. "Behold, the Spotless Love Pendant!"
"...That looks completely ridiculous."
"This would be fine fashion on my world." Kefka tosses the pendant to Lancer, who catches it easily. "Just keep it under your shirt if you hate it so much, or don't wear it at all! I could give it away as a gift!"
"Thank you," Lancer says, putting the pendant on. "Remind me to never take fashion advice from anyone here, incidentally."
"Says the man with the fashion of a decomposing lizard!" Kefka titters. "Now go back and go change your fate!"
"What does that even mean--no, never mind. I think I would rather not know."
"You're only wearing one layer of clothing, and that has barely two colors on it. Even a dead lizard looks more interesting that tha- oh!" Kefka looks up at the camera. "Looks like we're on the candid camera."
"...oh, excellent. This day obviously needed to get worse." And with that having been said, Lancer facepalms.
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