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Place: Gold Saucer
Reply: Anyone
Rated: Low... for now.
( Mayhem at Gold Saucer. The crap will hit the fan. )
Place: Gold Saucer
Reply: Anyone
Rated: Low... for now.
( Mayhem at Gold Saucer. The crap will hit the fan. )
The destruction was very entertaining so far.
A mad stampede of both animal and people alike, combined with the screams of terror and the abating hiss of a Flare spell having done its job well made for a very, very satisfied Kefka.
Yet, it still wasn’t enough. Something was missing. As always.
His mad laughter died down when he felt the presence of several familiar someone’s intruding in on his fun. It died down further when he saw a gust of a blue something putting out the fires over at Chocobo Square. An ice spell with someone’s signature written all over it.
Ah, Chere. She’d come at last. And look, she brought her little gang with her!
Kefka crawled over to the edge of the suspended contraption, flattened himself, and peered down. Gah. It was that damn assassin again! His little dog couldn’t be far.
Oooooooooooooh…… hero’s. Don’tcha just HATE ‘EM?
Kefka scowled and stewed from his vantage point. Shoulda known. Just when things were getting lively, some people just HAVE to come along and interfere with his playing. What appallingly bad timing, at that! He was just getting warmed up here.
It was all so… so… clique.
Wait, wait, not clique. That’s overused. No no no, something more than that. How very… … … …chestnut! YES, THAT’S IT! Uwa ha ha ha!
Kefka popped his neck (once, twice) and sank back into a crouch, a quite putout expression on his face. The gondola creaked minutely in protest. As it did, he was suddenly seized with a thought. An utterly unutterable thought.
It gave him a chuckle.
Then it gave him a target.
“Hee, hee.” The crazed harlequin pinched his painted bottom lip between two fingers almost ecstatically to hold in his giggle fit. Surely, he mused to himself, if the masked man down there wants 50 tons of steel and wood to fall on his head so badly, then who am *I* to refuse him such a thing?
With that Kefka stood, and, with his arms absurdly outstretched, he tiptoed his way carefully over to the thick cable holding the box suspended in midair. He cracked his fingers loudly. “One large headache courtesy of Kefka, coming right up! UWEE HEE HEE HEE!” In a split-second after that statement, his hand shot out and grabbed the cable, fiery magic beginning to swell and surge through it, causing the multiple wires holding it all together to sizzle and fray rapidly.
He paused.
“Hold that thought,” he clucked, abandoning his hold on the rope momentarily. Reversely, he skipped over to the ledge, knelt, and stuck his head inside the gondola. “Almost forgot something of mine. Kukuku. What a bad babysitter am I!! Ha ha ha.” That struck him as monstrously funny-as all things have a tendency to do-even as little Lina began screaming her head off when he hauled her non-too-gently out of the interior of the ride by the crook of her underarms.
“There, there now,” he cooed to the screaming child. “It’ll all be over soon.” Kefka closed his eyes and inhaled deeply. “Very… very soon.”
Again he clamped his hand around the cable, and the wires resumed searing away underneath that touch. In a matter of seconds all the wires had been cut, save for one. The gondola swayed lightly. Delicately.
Kefka smiled.
And severed the last one.
“Look out belooooooow,” he whispered inaudibly as the entire thing went plummeting to the ground below. At the last moment he’d cast float on himself, and his cloak billowed frantically with the sudden upsurge of wind. He patted Lina on the head smartly.
“See now, kid? These rides are very dangerous. YOU NEVER KNOW WHEN A PERSON MIGHT GET A METAL BOX DROPPED ON THEIR HEAD!!!!!!!!!” Yes, it was inevitable. He started to laugh madly and uncontrollably, subtly tightening his grip on the squirming girl.
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