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dramadramaduck2014-03-14 07:49 pm
sandinmyboots) wrote in dramadramaduck2014-03-14 07:49 pm
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1.0; Reboot: Kefka 2, Electric Boogaloo
I am going to die of boredom if this keeps up!
[Here is a little pale man sitting on a ledge of rock. Only a few smudges of light make it through the clouds to show off the scarlet paint on his face and fill the hollow cheek bones.]
[He picks up a rock and throws it into the dark abyss below.]
How am I supposed to have any fun if nothing's on the line? A video game is nothing like real life. Game over; new game; continue. How can anything be fun if no precious lives are on the line? Now that I know the true nature of things, what's the point in continuing this farce of final boss?
[Kefka hops to his feet and starts yelling at the abyss.]
If they don't come back, I'll - I'll play loud music in the middle of the night. I'll kill someone and dance on his grave. I won't mix patterns for a week! I won't wear any bright colors! I'll destroy this universe and everyone in it, then hop to another and blast Never Going to Give You Up from the loudspeakers for hours at a time! So help me, if the ducks don't come back, I'll -
[A worldhop device falls out of the sky and whaps Kefka on the head. Kefka squawks, almost wobbles off the ledge, then tumbles onto his butt, off the ledge and onto the rocky ground.]
Yeouuuuch! What nasty creature dares hit Kefka on the head?!
[He looks up into the camera, then grins.] Ducks! You're back!
[Here is a little pale man sitting on a ledge of rock. Only a few smudges of light make it through the clouds to show off the scarlet paint on his face and fill the hollow cheek bones.]
[He picks up a rock and throws it into the dark abyss below.]
How am I supposed to have any fun if nothing's on the line? A video game is nothing like real life. Game over; new game; continue. How can anything be fun if no precious lives are on the line? Now that I know the true nature of things, what's the point in continuing this farce of final boss?
[Kefka hops to his feet and starts yelling at the abyss.]
If they don't come back, I'll - I'll play loud music in the middle of the night. I'll kill someone and dance on his grave. I won't mix patterns for a week! I won't wear any bright colors! I'll destroy this universe and everyone in it, then hop to another and blast Never Going to Give You Up from the loudspeakers for hours at a time! So help me, if the ducks don't come back, I'll -
[A worldhop device falls out of the sky and whaps Kefka on the head. Kefka squawks, almost wobbles off the ledge, then tumbles onto his butt, off the ledge and onto the rocky ground.]
Yeouuuuch! What nasty creature dares hit Kefka on the head?!
[He looks up into the camera, then grins.] Ducks! You're back!
Still true!
I'd certainly hope so!
[Another tree pipes up.]
I think you're being rather silly.
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...you know, I'm beginning to think that I'm a little unusual among the community members.
[He only realizes that now, dear Ducks.
Yeah.]
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[HAS KEFKA BITTEN OFF MORE THAN HE CAN CHEW?]
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Stanley's eyes widen.]
I, I've never thought anything like that about my Thumb before.
Eh, I wouldn't worry about it too much.
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He never had the chance to really test the limits of his Thumb.
Hey, you have it too, right? Think you can make a talking plant?
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[Kefka stares at his thumb like it might jump off his hand and bite his nose.]
HE CAN'T HANDLE THE AWESOME POWER ironic really
[Stanley is looking at Kefka now, curious.]
HE'S NOT USED TO CREATING STUFF, OK, HIS JOB IS BLOWING STUFF UP
[A flower goes up, the stem splitting into arms and legs and a head. Golden petals come pouring from the head, and leaves cover the body in a daintily tailored dress. The face forms in dimples and pursed lips: the image of a child in a plant.]
Hello, Kefka. Hello, Stanley.
and yet he calls himself a god
[That sure cheered Stanley up in a hurry. The trees (and vine) look vindicated.]
That answers that!
Re: and yet he calls himself a god
[The plant girl curtsies.]
It's a pleasure to meet you. I've only just been born, but I know about you from my creator.
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Your creator seems a little out of it.
He'll be okay.
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I'm having a midlife crisis. [Kefka flops over on his back.] Why did this happen to me? I made my mistakes!
You're being a drama king.
Put a sock in it, Celes-plant. [Kefka flaps his hand at her. She sticks her tongue out at him.]
Yep. Total soap opera.
...mushrooms can have time to get used to being flowers?
It is curious how he regards all of this as a bad thing.
such drama, very confusion, much friendship
Look, I'm not used to making things. This is bizarre. My mind can't wrap around it...!
and misunderstandings
...wow. All I can say is, take it nice and easy?
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[Kefka snaps; a tree sprouts and rains cherries on him.]
Have a snack...
looks like Kefka needs some time to cool down
[omnomnomnom]
yep! his brain overheated
I wonder...am I out of character or is this what they call character development?
sounds like a new thread about Kefka is due in a week or so
[Wild Mass Guessing go!]
yep! in a week or two, kefka not knowing what even~
This should be good. Thread over?
i think this is a good stopping point