sandinmyboots (
sandinmyboots) wrote in
dramadramaduck2012-08-05 01:00 pm
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37; bad end; backdated to bad end virus
Kefka is, for once, quiet. He’s been popping up in posts throughout the day, increasingly agitated, and it seems to have culminated in this: the energy’s drained out of him. Kefka, for once, looks thirty-five, looks older than thirty-five, sitting on a lonely beach accompanied by clouds and.
And, well, a corpse.
It was a girl barely out of her teens with long blonde hair and the muscles of a warrior. It, now, because given the crooked angle of her neck, the ugly snaps in her limbs, she’s definitely not alive now. And yet Kefka holds her like a parent would hold a crying child, her head tucked against his shoulder, his arms around her.
“They told me too late,” says Kefka. “Don’t worry, Celes, I punished them all for their laxness. So much for that Tower, right? Hee hee hee…” He kisses her forehead. “Really, things are much simpler now. It’s all very clear what I need to do. No point in being the villain if there’s no hero, isn’t there? I mean, I can’t kill you if you’ve already killed yourself! You silly girl. You should have told me so we could have planned it together. But that’s alright.”
He lays her on the ground as if putting her to bed. His neck and arms are smeared with blood. “I’ll follow you soon enough. I just need to get rid of the rest of this first. It’s going to bug me if things go on existing after I die. It’ll take a bit because I have more than one world to deal with, but that’s alright. It’ll all be dead soon enough.”
He turns to the camera and smiles. Not one of his creepy smiles, either, but a blissful smile. “Any last words, community?”
And, well, a corpse.
It was a girl barely out of her teens with long blonde hair and the muscles of a warrior. It, now, because given the crooked angle of her neck, the ugly snaps in her limbs, she’s definitely not alive now. And yet Kefka holds her like a parent would hold a crying child, her head tucked against his shoulder, his arms around her.
“They told me too late,” says Kefka. “Don’t worry, Celes, I punished them all for their laxness. So much for that Tower, right? Hee hee hee…” He kisses her forehead. “Really, things are much simpler now. It’s all very clear what I need to do. No point in being the villain if there’s no hero, isn’t there? I mean, I can’t kill you if you’ve already killed yourself! You silly girl. You should have told me so we could have planned it together. But that’s alright.”
He lays her on the ground as if putting her to bed. His neck and arms are smeared with blood. “I’ll follow you soon enough. I just need to get rid of the rest of this first. It’s going to bug me if things go on existing after I die. It’ll take a bit because I have more than one world to deal with, but that’s alright. It’ll all be dead soon enough.”
He turns to the camera and smiles. Not one of his creepy smiles, either, but a blissful smile. “Any last words, community?”

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Kefka-- Please, don't.
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[He's serene, now, as he sits on the sand next to the corpse.]
You and Jecht should leave. Soon. I'm sure there's someone out there who'd be willing to prolong your existences.
[He says it like a normal person would say, 'willing to prolong the torture.' Probably because that's what he means.]
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[Some part of her wonders what she is scared of. The afterlife is not so bad; she has been to several. And what she saw before she was sent here, to safety with Jecht, her friends were in danger. So many hurt, dead, dying or in pain.
Perhaps if she did join the otherside, she would see him. If she could find him, wouldn't that be nice, to see his smiling face again, hold his hand?
No, no, that is a terrible thought. It is not fair to anyone. But she has never seen Kefka like this. Is this what she'd been warned about, his dangerous self? Could she do anything to dissuade him, anything at all?]
Please. Stay.
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[Where has his energy gone?]
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I'M SORRY FOR THE LATE
IT'S OK, I'M ALSO A SLUG
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You don't really want to... I mean, what's the point in destroying everything, eh?
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... that explains a lot
which part?
the self-help books 8B
that's why he hates them 8D
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Why don't you begin with my galaxy? That will keep you...occupied for some time, correct?
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[Kefka, assuming this isn't a virus, he's going to fight you with everything he has, on a battlefield where a few planets is no great loss, and if he wins drop you in a black hole to think about things until you calm down. But for now he's just going to go with it.]
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[He's got to help the person in need before he gets around to Karakael. Kaaree's world would take too long.]
[He suspects nothing.]
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