Souvenir Shopping [Traverse Town, open]

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'odd,' he thought simply. Aloud he said, "Lets see just what you have found, my dear Stream, err...River."She turned back to him for a small moment, her uncertain expression making her seem far younger than her teenage years. River stepped to the door and pushed it forward, away from his hand, then stepped into the musty scent and dim light of the

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[madkefka]

The girl's muffled noise finally got thru to Kefka.

"Oh, what are you doing up there? come on down this instant." He waved his hand impatiently at her, allowing her to settle on the ground. "I don't quite know how long this resonance is going to last when i get it to work. In other words, we may have to run. Quickly."

He finally paused, reaching out beside him and nearly touching the sword, guiding it to where it floated just before him. He had never attempted to do anything like this, so he was a little unsure - for once - of how to proceed. He turned his piercing gave to the girl, though his eyes had a rarity in them...a measure of kindness.

"Watch what i'm doing," he all but commanded, "And if you have any input into making it work more efficently, please, speak up." He had little doubts, now, about the girl's observational ability.

And so, Kefka slowly curled his fingers around the blade in a ceremonial, reverant manner. After a moment, he began to summon his magic further, blue sparks of power rushing from his hands to the awaiting blade, as Kefka focused on the blade's particular brand of Darkness.

Indeed, there was a...feeling to it. Nothing that he could put an exact name to, but distinctly differant. Perhaps in the way that two peas from the same pod might be differant: minute, tiny surface differances, though born of the same substance.

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River caught her balance unsteadily, taking a few small steps to center herself. She watched his actions with numb obedience, but offered no suggestions. Magic was a mystery to her; she felt it like a person with no understanding gravity feels the ground beneath his feet.

Across her outdated mental map of Traverse Town, she felt Kefka's energy move outwards towards the owner of the sword.

[madkefka]

"Darkness stir, and Darkness wake. Take the form i bid thee take," Kefka chanted in a low tone, his musical, lilting voice full and rich the with vastness of the Darkness to which he called. "Cross this world, i bid thee fly. Cross this town, where shadows lie. Stretch forth now, and seek my Lord. Find me the owner of this Sword."

For a moment, with his eyes closed, nothing happened, the build up of magic simply staying pent up. All in an instant Kefka felt his magic dissipate, stretch out and radiate from him on some other level of perception, one that was felt rather than seen. In fact, Kefka was willing to bet that unless someone knew what he was doing, they would never notice a thing.

And so Kefka waited, patiently, his magic dissipated with not responce. Nothing. Nothing.

And he felt it. It was almost like sonar, bouncing off this signature of darkness off of the being with whom it resonated. Kefka's malicious, triumphant grin slowly crept onto his face and his eyes snapped open.

"I found you..." he sung. "Come along my darling. This way. And i do hope you picked up on all that. It might be very, very useful in the future." With that, he grabbed the hilt of the sword and walked to the door, which opened obediently as he neared, without once looking over his shoulder at the girl, the shop, or the pile of ash on the floor.

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She closed her eyes as the wave of magic passed through her, indifferent to her presence. It was a physical sensation, leaving a tingling over her skin as it continued outwards.

Her eyes still closed, River shifted her body towards the anticipated report like a person moves his body closer to a voice to understand its words. She heard it: a faint, subtle intensifying of the sword-owner's existent darkness as if two pianos played the one note simultaneously.

Or as if one piano played two notes simultaneously.

When River opened her eyes the pale-faced man had reached the door, doubtlessly letting his magic lead him to Riku's location. She stepped forward, her confidence returning as she followed the man from the shop.