”This is all a little confusing.”
“I always thought death would be empty.”
“My non-existence…”
“Not like this. I wonder…”
“You know, you’re the only person I’ve met who speaks more to himself than I do.”
“Quite amusing, really.”
“……”
“…You have no concept of privacy, do you?”
“Not really, no. Don’t worry about it. You don’t have anything I haven’t seen before.”
“I’ve had people executed for less, you know.”
“You’re a little unstable, aren’t you? Anyway, I just came by to drop off some clean clothes. I’m not sure if they’ll fit you, you’re a bit taller than I am. And a good deal skinnier…”
“I’ll just leave these here for you. I’m sure you can dress yourself…”
“That is one strange person.”
“Much better.”
“A dress? …Well, it’s not like I’ve never worn one before…”
“Whoever designed this thing was crazier than I am.”
“I can’t forget this. It’s all that’s left of… …No point in dwelling on that.”
“At least I feel vaguely like myself again now. The question, of course, being which version of myself I feel like. Time will tell, I suppose.”
“…My host is right. I do talk an awfully lot to myself.
…And speaking of my host… Wonder if I can borrow some makeup. I feel underdressed.”
~ To be continued…
* I really need a new camera. These are taken with lighting and a tripod, and they’re still crappy.
* For the sake of continuity, let’s say Kefka’s makeup is greasepaint, and that’s why it’s still smudged there, even in the bath. The stuff sticks.
* Yes, Kefka is taller than Flea. Of course, there are no official stats for Flea, but my version is roughly 5’1”, while Kefka is 5’4”. Flea’s slightly heavier, though, at 110lbs while Kefka is 105lbs. Not that it matters, they’re roughly the same size as dolls.
* Kefka knows he’s crazy. He just doesn’t define craziness quite like the rest of us do. More on that later.
* More on Kefka’s necklace in a later part, too.
* Also? Second pic down kills me. Kefka looks so damn girly!
Warning level: Some nudity, graphic heavy (27 pictures).