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dramadramaduck2012-08-05 01:00 pm
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?”