At Last -- Hollow Bastion [Complete]
Kefka put down the book of notes he had written, having read them for the unknown-th time, just to ensure he had all his knowledge and thoughts prepared and at his fingertips. Still, he sat in his chair, his fingers together at his lips, his eyes distant. There was an odd tightness in his chest, just near his darkened heart, and it seemed as if every breath fed that tightness. It was like no matter how much he breathed in, he simply could not get enough air into his lungs. Slow and steady were his breathes, but this feeling, this...closeness refused to fade.
And so Kefka sat, puzzling at it. It could only be an emotion, triggering some physical reaction in him. Anticipation, perhaps? or maybe fear. In his minds eye, he assigned them both colors, yellow and red respectivly, and smiled as he imagined small chains of those colors fighting each other for the right to string themselves around his chest. To ensure he could not breathe.
With the turn of a hair, Kefka scowled, his mood falling and a fist flying to his chest, smacking at the tightness, as if to frighten it off. Only the crackling of the fire in the hearth answered the resounding smack of contact.
"Fuck it, you idiot. Do what you must, no matter your personal reservations. ...Idiot emotions. So useless, in the long run. I wish Master Ansem had taken those from me as well..." the last was said in a half sigh.
Finally, Kefka stood, walking over to his bed and laying upon it. He reached with one white hand and brought out the necklace with the saphire encrusted crecent moon upon it, and focused. Tap. Tap. Tap. Kefka's hand slumped to his side, and his eyes closed...
and he was elsewhere. The eyes of his projection opened and beheld the Keyhole, the set of shifting colors that had been just out of reach for months. But no longer. Suddenly giddy, Kefka walked forward and thru the shields, approaching the opening. Even here, though the Keyhole was sealed years before, Kefka could feel the power oozing from it. Idly, he wondered why no one had found it before his King.
Not really interested in the answer, Kefka raised his hand, the blue sparks of his magic appearing before him. His power was muffled, lessed because it was only a projection, but it should be enough.
"And now, my delicious morsel, what secrets shall you reveal to me today, hmm?"
With that, Kefka began with a very simple scan.
And so Kefka sat, puzzling at it. It could only be an emotion, triggering some physical reaction in him. Anticipation, perhaps? or maybe fear. In his minds eye, he assigned them both colors, yellow and red respectivly, and smiled as he imagined small chains of those colors fighting each other for the right to string themselves around his chest. To ensure he could not breathe.
With the turn of a hair, Kefka scowled, his mood falling and a fist flying to his chest, smacking at the tightness, as if to frighten it off. Only the crackling of the fire in the hearth answered the resounding smack of contact.
"Fuck it, you idiot. Do what you must, no matter your personal reservations. ...Idiot emotions. So useless, in the long run. I wish Master Ansem had taken those from me as well..." the last was said in a half sigh.
Finally, Kefka stood, walking over to his bed and laying upon it. He reached with one white hand and brought out the necklace with the saphire encrusted crecent moon upon it, and focused. Tap. Tap. Tap. Kefka's hand slumped to his side, and his eyes closed...
and he was elsewhere. The eyes of his projection opened and beheld the Keyhole, the set of shifting colors that had been just out of reach for months. But no longer. Suddenly giddy, Kefka walked forward and thru the shields, approaching the opening. Even here, though the Keyhole was sealed years before, Kefka could feel the power oozing from it. Idly, he wondered why no one had found it before his King.
Not really interested in the answer, Kefka raised his hand, the blue sparks of his magic appearing before him. His power was muffled, lessed because it was only a projection, but it should be enough.
"And now, my delicious morsel, what secrets shall you reveal to me today, hmm?"
With that, Kefka began with a very simple scan.