Thirteen [Voice]

[bandana_blue]

[He's sounding a little worn out, but coherent.]

About Kefka.

Anyone who was there, anyone who heard it - I don't know, anyone really - come to the bar. I think we could all use a drink.

[He'll steal it for you. And he'll be there himself as he actually makes this announcement, in Good Spirits. Waiting for whoever wants to show up.]

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[misterthou]

[Cyan doesn't go for the booze but to deliver a message. Before Locke decides to kill him.] Sir Locke.

[bandana_blue]

[Run, Cyan. Run.]

[He's not at all pleased with you, and he's not offering his usual amiable reception.]

You heard? He's dead.

[misterthou]

[That's why he's near the door. And has his hand on his sword.]

Aye, I did. I come with a message. General Celes is no longer with us.

[bandana_blue]

[...You should be more afraid when Locke stops moving. He's normally doing something, tapping a finger or a foot or something, and when he stops? That's the real bad sign.]

...What. Did you say.

[misterthou]

She is dead.

[He's leaning against the door, his heart rate is going up a notch just in case.]

You have my condolences.

[bandana_blue]

[...There's a very good reason for that knife in the wall next to your head, Cyan. He's pissed, on his feet and with Wing Edge out and ready to throw.]

WHAT DID YOU DO?!

[misterthou]

We had a duel. She lost.

[Even when his life is on the line, he's calm. Oh and he's hurriedly opening the door to make a barricade.]

[bandana_blue]

You-!

[But that's when he hears Terra over the journals. Still watching Cyan, poised to throw, he replies vocally.]

I need to kill Cyan, can it wait?

[Voice]

[esper_flight]

[Oh, so he knows. She's relieved not to have to explain everything, but still--]

It should, yes. Celes is here.

[misterthou]

[And Cyan's just behind the door, using it as a barrier. He mutters.] Lady Terra, thank you.

[bandana_blue]

... [There's some muttered exclamation, most definitely a curse, before he's stowing Wing Edge and grabbing his journal. He's getting the hell out of the bar and going home - though he stops to yank his knife from the wall.]

[And give the door with Cyan behind it a good, solid kick, as hard as he can.]

If she dies from this, you're not my ally - you're my enemy.

[And he definitely sounds like he means it. Locke's out the door in the next second, running flat-out as fast as he can for House 44.]

[misterthou]

[Cyan is solidly hit and gives a groan. He says nothing to Locke but as soon as he's gone he straightens up and looks toward the ceiling before exiting the bar himself. Outdoors he wipes his brow.] Elaine forgive me. I did a most terrible deed.

[With that, he leaves.]