[ With that, she shuts the feed off and worldhops over to him, conveniently finding him quickly enough. She offers her hand for him to take. ] As it were, I must
[Kefka is sprawled over his throne and covered in blankets. He hasn't fixed the ceiling yet; the sky is still covered with roiling brown clouds, and raindrops plink sporadically every few seconds.]
[Jecht looks a little less... fadey, here. That's good. He was certainly hoping for that. He begins wandering around the throne room, sort of poking at things. What the hell kind of place is Kefka living in? And what the hell does he have against ceilings?]
[ She speaks as she approaches him, smiling lightly. The throne room seems big enough so that simply walking to the other end will ensure a private conversation. ] Come,
let us speak
over here.
[ and she'll walk away from Jecht for now, expecting Kefka to follow. ]
Fine. Jecht, don't kill anything important while the adults are talking.
[Uuuugh. He follows DM, pulling down his ponytail and retying it; he's been lounging around enough that hair was starting to fall out, and he wants to look decent for this talk.]
with someone else. [ like somewhere fun to go on a date or something. why yes she is asking relationship advice from kefka because kefka's always the one that wants to get people together. :| ] Or if not
The opera's always good for that - except that dragon's still there, so that's a no-go. But we have plenty of other opera houses around! There's also the Coliseum, great for watching fighters go at it!
And there's always our fine eating establishments. There's a couple in the Tower, then many more in the towns.
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What are you two doing here?
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[Jecht looks a little less... fadey, here. That's good. He was certainly hoping for that. He begins wandering around the throne room, sort of poking at things. What the hell kind of place is Kefka living in? And what the hell does he have against ceilings?]
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[And that seems to get a reaction out of Kefka. He rolls so that he's actually sitting up and glares at Jecht.]
You can't live here! This is my house!
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[Poke. Poke.]
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[He tosses a quilt at Jecht before turning to DM.]
What do you want and why did you bring the vermin?
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Politely, too.
over here.
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He'll be over here. Blanket means he can stay!]
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[Uuuugh. He follows DM, pulling down his ponytail and retying it; he's been lounging around enough that hair was starting to fall out, and he wants to look decent for this talk.]
What's up?
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if there is any entertainment here at all-
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And there's always our fine eating establishments. There's a couple in the Tower, then many more in the towns.
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I need to hear.
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