No One Mourns the Wicked -- Traverse Town (COMPLETE)
The only noise that could be heard was that of the fountain trickling, water gently dropping into a stone basin. Glowing lights illuminated the otherwise dark district of the town, the gentle neon flickering every few moments. All was still, with the exception of the one figure, by the fountain
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As the second attack came rushing towards him, the wizard simply bent his knees, pressing into the ground. Below him the stone rippled slightly, before he rocketed up into the sky, the attack of the jester missing him completely. He drifted down his wand pointed directly at the other.
"I suppose then, we shall." He smiled.
Humming softly, his shoes clicked against the ground as he landed. His wand was still pointed directly at his opponent, the crystals glowing a soft yellow.
"What lies within these crystals can very well spell the end of your days. Should I release that power...?" He pondered for a moment, toying with the clown. "Perhaps I shall."
The glowing colors exploded into a mass of energy, swirling directly towards the other. A soft humming echoed through the district, and everything seemed to be vibrating.
Perhaps now he'd see just what Fai could do.
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Kefka hated being toyed with.
He raised his hands and made a curious turning gesture with his wrists, and the energy that had been swirling towards him coalessed into balls of light, then were suddenly surrounded, trapped by new crystals that dropped to the ground, blinking with the light of the trapped spell.
Kefka clutched his hands into fists, his face furrowing into a look of rage.
"Crystal to crystal, as they don't say..."
With that he pointed at the water in the fountain, then he swung his arm back towards the wand-weilding stranger. The water twisted into a sharp razor, then froze to ice as it flew at the stranger.
Kefka would love to see this strange man impaled...
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He continued to smile.
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This was more fun than he'd had in a long time...since killing members of SeeD, really.
Kefka sent a blue spark into the air, which became a wall of fire to meet the fragments of his former weapon; the ice melted and harmlessly splashed to the ground.
"hmm" he says simply. "Fire to ice...shall we go to round two?"
he shrunk the wall into a flowing stream of fire, intertwining it with a new stream: a stream of lightning. Together, they rushed towards the robed stranger.
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The electricly-charged beam of fire was headed straight for him, but he was unshaken. Instead, he brought his wand to his front, then quickly thrashed it out in a flicking motion to the side. The large staff quickly contracted, vanishing from sight. This would give him more opportunity for agility, without having to lug around that heavy device.
Bringing both of his hands, palm facing out, in front of him, he let the fire strike. But again, instead of burning him to a toasted crisp, the fire swirled around before his hands, forming a large orb of flames that continued to grow as the clown fed it. He smile grew a bit wider.
"Your parlor tricks are amusing," he said as the beam trickled and eventually faded, leaving Fai holding a quite large ball of static fire. "But not strong enough!" He chuckled, and threw the ball onto the ground between the two. The entire stone ground immediately turned a heated shade of red. Fire erupted in waves all around, all directed at the clown. The air was being distorted by the ripples of heat, shifting Fai's form from the jester's point of view.
He'd love to see him get out of this one.
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The force of the explosion threw Kefka back, but he managed to levitate and stop himself before being damaged. As he spun upright in midair, he raised both red finger-nailed hands, and extended his index finger on both, twiriling them upwards in the air.
In responce, the ground beneath the stranger rippled, and thick vines and roots, as think as a human leg each with sharp thorns on thme, rose up from the ground to begin to twine around the cloaked man.
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"Now," he said, his voice hinting a slight struggle with the vines and plants. It was, after all, more difficult to move when entwined in shrubbery. "We never got to see what happened to that lightning, did we?"
He needn't say anymore. he raises his arms in a forward arc until they were high above him. In response, the ground rumbled, shaking the plants loose from wrapping around his form. The jolts were growing larger and more frequent, until suddenly --
Giant jolts of lightning shot from the ground in every which direction, encasing the entire district in intertwining beams of electricity. Though the ground wasn't a conductor for the electricity, he used the heated stone as a sort of harbor for it until he could release it back on the clown. The entire flooring was rippling now, and small structures around the district began to crumble as the lightning continued to rocket in every which direction.
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All at once, Kefka's mad giddiness faded. This was no longer fun. Pain ripped thru him as his carefully kept hair and cloathing began to become disheveled.
He did not intend to die here. He would not give up on finding his lord...
He threw off the lighting, his mind clear.
"Lighting? ahh...i love lightning. Does all sorts of things."
With that, he strained against the magic lighting still scuttling around the plaza, and formed it into a single bolt. He closed his eyes , brought his hands down sharply with a yell, and directed that bolt to hit the ground between them, causing a blinding flash that nearly blinded Kefka even with closed eyes.
In a single, quick motion, he reached into the folds of his clothes and drew out one of the daggers he kept around his persons, and flung it towards the stranger. He didn't expect it to hit...he hadn't practiced his aim in a long time.
Without looking back, he turned swiftly and ran threw the door into back alley. Finding it empty, he smiled grimly. He yelled loudly, "get out of my way," as if there were actually a person back there.
In an instant, he threw a lighting bolt at the boxes in the corner that led towards the first district...a fact he had discovered in his days here. The boxes blew up, opening the passage to the first district.
Kefka then threw himself to the ground, and cast an illusion upon himself...turning him into a middle aged man with black hair. Kefka fixed a look of disheveled suprise on his face, and stared towards the first district as if "Kefka" had run that way.
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And of course, the clown fled. Fai extended his right arm and made a flicking motion, his wand reappearing, extending itself and forming the crystals once more. He made his way over to the passage of the first district, where a man was on the ground, gazing towards where Kefka had left.
Of course, he couldn't think Fai to be that stupid. Kefka's aura was flowing from this "man," it couldn't be mistaken. But he'd play along to this trickery for now. After all, he did enjoy a good joke.
"Excuse me sir," he said politely, smiling. He extended his hand to him, to help him up. "Are you alright? Don't mind that funny-looking man in the makeup. He has quite the temper! Did you happen to see where he went?"
He'd be surprised if the clown would be able to hold in his rage from that statement alone.
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He answered in a magically altered gravely voice, accepting the offered hand and getting to his feet. "Who was th....yeah, she went that way," Kefka pointed towards the first district alley way. "Wait, that was a man?"
Kefka was broiling on the inside as he gave voice to all the confusions people normally voiced to him...before haveing their throats slit.
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"No matter," he said softly. "He won't get too far with that attitude. No one mourns the wicked, after all..."
He released his grip from the clown's false impression, and began to walk slowly towards the first district.
"Farewell, stranger. May your days be pleasant."
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Damn...that was embarrasing.
The giddiness, so recently gone for those last few seconds returned, and his mind was abuzz. He dropped his illusion, and hummed lightly as he probed at the damage, studying the magic the stranger had used.
his researcher's instics served him well, and he was able to quickly study the spells. Suddenly, others entered the district to look at the damage. Kefka quickly raised his half-cape, which was connected to his wrists, and wrapped it before him.
It was pure aesthetics, but he did it anyways. he put an illusion of invisibility around him....it would last till he could get away from these...peon of people.
He hurried towards somewhere. Anywhere. He could come back later. The residue of the magic was strong enough that it would last long enough...till he was rested.
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And so, with a simple snap of his fingers, the area returned to its former glory.
Smiling, he continued towards the center of the First District.
This journey is proving to be more interesting than I expected...
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