2; espers ate my minions; not telling the whole truth part infinity; war starting time
[Set the scene: it's a desert. And a tent in the desert. And two soldiers in brown uniforms and one Kefka Palazzo in fancy colors, all tanned, are gathered around a letter. A pigeon sits on the tent, only to startle into flight as Palazzo yells:]
You've got your orders, now stop staring and get ready! I'll send a reply to the Emperor!
Yessir!
[The two skitter into the desert, over to a tent in the distance, while Kefka, known as Palazzo to the community, storms into his tent. The camera follows him as he sits heavily on a tiny cot and stares at the letter. He stares at it for a few moments, then throws it to the ground and rubs his eyes with the heels of his hands.]
[Samara, dressed in white and quiet, watches him from the other side of the cot.]
...dammit. 's the worst kind of recon...dammit, dammit, dammit, Gestahl, why couldn't you have sent Leo? He's a fool, right.
[And after a moment, Palazzo looks up. The make up around his eyes is smeared]
Book, you're recording this, aren't you? I see your beady-bright eyes watching me. So be it. Let's talk. All unvarnished opinions.
And Samara, you should hear what's going on.
[And he stands, starts clipping on a green traveling cloak around his shoulders.]
I'm on a recon and diplomatic mission for my government, so I can't tell you all the things. Nothing personal, it's my job. Our other team was checking out unclaimed resources in the Dragon Spine--that's a mountain range--which we were going to negotiate with Figaro about. We were also going to talk about rumors--rumors that we have proofs behind--that they're funding a terrorist group, the Returners, that's been attacking us. Violates the treaty. We stay away from Figaro territory, they stay away from ours.
We haven't heard from the other team in weeks, which is why I've been stuck in the desert. We've just found out why. There was something in there with the resource; we knew about it, we sent them armed to deal with it--whatever it was, all it left of the team was an outline in ashes. The weapon survived, but information suggests that the Returners have it and they're headed to Figaro.
So I've got to deal with King Edgar of Figaro, who lives in a fortress in a desert instead of the nice not desert town south of here, and he's the master of offering the olive branch with one hand while selling weapons with the other! All talk and I just can't stand him!
[Kefka's face freezes in a snarl, then folds back to calm. He pulls a strand of hair behind his ear.]
I'm heading to Figaro. I may be starting a war; frankly, I'm relieved. We've been dancing around this issue for years and Figaro's coffers keep on getting fatter with funds from both sides. We've kept up our end of the treaty for years--resources for the resource poor. And in exchange, we've found Returners with Figaro weaponry!
Perhaps I'm too angry about this. That may be; I've been in a desert for near a month and we've just got word that the reason why is a death so thorough there's nothing but ashes left. We're near the breaking point, both countries; this may well start something that shouldn't have. Or should be. And I must see it through.
Wish me luck. We're walking to the castle and I'm going to get sand all over my nice boots.
[and Kefka turns off the camera and heads over to talk to Samara]
[[Part 1 of Kefka's canon move! ALSO, what Kefka is not telling anyone is that the stolen weapon is a brainwashed loli of mass destruction, the resource is a comatose monster, and that yes, he's starting a war.]]
You've got your orders, now stop staring and get ready! I'll send a reply to the Emperor!
Yessir!
[The two skitter into the desert, over to a tent in the distance, while Kefka, known as Palazzo to the community, storms into his tent. The camera follows him as he sits heavily on a tiny cot and stares at the letter. He stares at it for a few moments, then throws it to the ground and rubs his eyes with the heels of his hands.]
[Samara, dressed in white and quiet, watches him from the other side of the cot.]
...dammit. 's the worst kind of recon...dammit, dammit, dammit, Gestahl, why couldn't you have sent Leo? He's a fool, right.
[And after a moment, Palazzo looks up. The make up around his eyes is smeared]
Book, you're recording this, aren't you? I see your beady-bright eyes watching me. So be it. Let's talk. All unvarnished opinions.
And Samara, you should hear what's going on.
[And he stands, starts clipping on a green traveling cloak around his shoulders.]
I'm on a recon and diplomatic mission for my government, so I can't tell you all the things. Nothing personal, it's my job. Our other team was checking out unclaimed resources in the Dragon Spine--that's a mountain range--which we were going to negotiate with Figaro about. We were also going to talk about rumors--rumors that we have proofs behind--that they're funding a terrorist group, the Returners, that's been attacking us. Violates the treaty. We stay away from Figaro territory, they stay away from ours.
We haven't heard from the other team in weeks, which is why I've been stuck in the desert. We've just found out why. There was something in there with the resource; we knew about it, we sent them armed to deal with it--whatever it was, all it left of the team was an outline in ashes. The weapon survived, but information suggests that the Returners have it and they're headed to Figaro.
So I've got to deal with King Edgar of Figaro, who lives in a fortress in a desert instead of the nice not desert town south of here, and he's the master of offering the olive branch with one hand while selling weapons with the other! All talk and I just can't stand him!
[Kefka's face freezes in a snarl, then folds back to calm. He pulls a strand of hair behind his ear.]
I'm heading to Figaro. I may be starting a war; frankly, I'm relieved. We've been dancing around this issue for years and Figaro's coffers keep on getting fatter with funds from both sides. We've kept up our end of the treaty for years--resources for the resource poor. And in exchange, we've found Returners with Figaro weaponry!
Perhaps I'm too angry about this. That may be; I've been in a desert for near a month and we've just got word that the reason why is a death so thorough there's nothing but ashes left. We're near the breaking point, both countries; this may well start something that shouldn't have. Or should be. And I must see it through.
Wish me luck. We're walking to the castle and I'm going to get sand all over my nice boots.
[and Kefka turns off the camera and heads over to talk to Samara]
[[Part 1 of Kefka's canon move! ALSO, what Kefka is not telling anyone is that the stolen weapon is a brainwashed loli of mass destruction, the resource is a comatose monster, and that yes, he's starting a war.]]