31; The Descending Battle, Round 3; What Is Wrong With All Of You;

[sandinmyboots]

 

Kefka and a young woman are pouring over a map in a small, ornate room decorated with red tapestries. The woman is nodding as Kefka speaks.

 

“If you go to Jidoor, most of them are too rich to think of your dietary needs in a way other than a quirk; if you want, I can find a matchmaker and that’ll take care of supporting yourself. You said you enjoyed being a trophy wife, so I’m sure you’ll be able to find one here like you did with Ozaki. And there’s enough butchers around that you can get blood from there, which negates the danger of having to get it on your own. It’s not like this world cares about vampires, we’ve got a dozen more deadly types of undead running arou -”

 

Kefka is interrupted by Dead Master showing up and abruptly slicing off the woman’s head off. She stares into space, surprised, for a moment before crumbling into dust.

 

“What is wrong with you?” Kefka snaps, as appalled as if someone had spilled gravy on his shirt. “She wasn’t  a threat to anything but Ozaki’s pride, geez. I can’t believe you like him that much, ugh! His hemming and hawing has gotten half the village killed; we could have fixed things in an hour if he wasn’t such a coward. What’s the appeal?”

 

Dead Master says nothing. Does nothing. Simply stares at him. Kefka’s face flushes a red darker than his face paint, his face creasing up in rage.

 

“Stop that! Answer me!” Kefka snaps. She does not reply.  He’s shaking now, his thin shoulders quaking, and his stance gets more hostile the longer she stares, bunching up into a combat-ready stance. Until  -

 

“You you you you you you you traitor traitor traitor – get out get out GET OUT!” Kefka shrieks, and punctuates the last two words with a fireball flung at Dead Master.

 

She reacts instantly, bringing down her scythe to slice the fireball in two. Flames wash uselessly around her as she twirls, slicing the next fireball in half. Kefka is throwing fireballs, ice spears, and chunks of rock at her, stepping back each time to give each attack more space to speed up, put space between the long range piece of tissue paper and the close range master of death, his back twisting more warped with each step, his eyes turning the color of fresh blood, and –

 

Doc Scratch appears in a swirl of emerald. With a snarl of GET OUT, Kefka tosses a fireball at him as well, stepping back

 

into

 

green light

 

He unbalances, falls back, disappears into a sea of emerald. The light firms up into Doc Scratch, who puts a finger to where his mouth should be.

 

Dead Master just stares, the last vestiges of flame dying on her scythe.


[ooc: Doc Scratch teleported Kefka right over a huge sun. WELP. Kefka's not dead since he can fly, but he will be mia for this post  since he's lost like heck. DM killed the woman since she's a vampire.]

 

Comments

video;

[starblaze]

[WHAT]

D-Dead Master...

action!

[hugmyscythe]

[ She glances down at the dust that once was Kyoko, expressionless as the faceless Doc Scratch. That's one thing taken care of. Should she simply leave now? The scythe disappears as her gaze moves to the familiar being with the cue-ball for a head. Scratch. Although this girl may not be fully aware of what has happened between him and Kefka, she cannot help but feel that Doc Scratch has interrupted her fight. ] ...Do explainyourself.[ quickly, now. before she decides he should be a human again. ha! if anyone, she knows she will be owing an explanation to many others, too. ]

[docfoul]

[I do apologise for interrupting your fight, my dear. This was the best time for me to set things right after what happened the other day, though.]

[hugmyscythe]

Where did yousend him?

[docfoul]

[He is in the Furthest Ring now. You can think of it as the space connecting several universes.]

always video;

[hugmyscythe]

[ it takes little thought to have the community activate video, but perhaps she should switch to audio, as if it will hide her more. instead, Dead Master looks away. ] To bones, to dust.To nothing. [ it all returns to material, to energy, to space. however, the woman, her memories, and her emotions are no more. ]

[hugmyscythe]

[ she almost wants to be sent there, to finish her battle with kefka...or rather speak with him. she finished off one thing, but one more unfinished business has replaced it.


she'll leave that for later. ] Surely, surely, he is not dead.

[starblaze]

[should she feel shocked? no. that woman obviously wasn't human, but it didn't make much of a difference.]

[look at me, Dead Master.] What happened.

[hugmyscythe]

[ eyes still look at nothing. not human, exactly. someone who is supposed to be dead. but she knows it doesn't matter. her own post a while back revealed that much. so what happened? it could be nothing else but-- ] Murder, of course.

[docfoul]

[He can survive.]

[hugmyscythe]

[ she walks over to him as he speaks, showing a little smile at those words. ] Then in the future do not interruptmy fights. [and with that, she vanishes in a silent worldhop ]

[starblaze]

[things were so much simpler when moralities didn't matter]

[she only quietly nods, expression pained. isn't that their job? to murder?]

[hugmyscythe]

[ she looks at the camera now, at shooter. for a bit more she stays silent, restraining her own hurt look. ]

[ they can call it what they want, claim it as an act of mercy or for duty or for science. the fact is that they kill. the consensus is that it's murder. ]

[starblaze]

[she still doesn't want to believe it is]

[a tear makes its way down her cheek without her even realizing it]

[hugmyscythe]

[ ....She sees that tear. so easily she can cry. that too, is something she marvels at. but what's the use in apologizing? she won't ever think Shooter is a murderer, not with such a kind heart.

maybe that's it- how others view you. she only values the views of people she admires, not just anyone and everyone. ]

[starblaze]

... Why did you... [she can't bring herself to say "murder" or even "kill". "release", perhaps, but it doesn't sound right.]

[even if it is murder, there should be reason. and it's the reason that should determine the value of the action. right...?]

[hugmyscythe]

[ that's a good question. for them, it should be no reason other than 'because the dead should die'. or she could say that it may have something to do with that woman's husband wanting her dead, at least from her understanding.


...but her anxiety shows through this. she doesn't really have an excuse, let alone a justification. ]

[starblaze]

[... she needs to go think more about this]

[tenminutes]

As someone who actually talks to and likes all three of you, I almost didn't get involved but somehow I'm thinking "what the hell is going on?" is a good question.

[masked_god]

This is getting even more foolish.

always video;

[hugmyscythe]

Of gods, of men, of existence, of energy...

to give it a value,

to react isnot foolish, but human.[others don't need to be physically human to be human. it's not an insult, though. It's something at which she marvels. Hi, she's here to answer any questions seeing as the other two are busy. ]

always video;

[hugmyscythe]

Doc Scratch interrupted my fight with Kefka.

Tell me,

how much indifferenceto our acts

of what you have seen

do you hold?

[Video]

[sotobas_lot]

[Sure, Kefka's just been teleported over a sun, but with no idea what's going on--and he's involved--he fully expects or at least feels entitled to a proper and full argument with him.]

Do you really think this is just about my pride?!

always video;

[hugmyscythe]

Calm yourself, Ozaki Toshio.
Kefka is not

here...although I may bring

you to him, if you so wish. [ She knows Kefka's at the party. She knows Kefka's injured. Ozaki can probably get a decent argument out of him there. ]

[docfoul]

What the others are up to is none of my business.
As for myself, I wanted to make Kefka aware of my return to form.