An Unceremonious Defeat [video]

[madlydancing]

[After fumbling around town in search for a white magedoctor, Kefka finally manages to work his SFC with just one hand. His right arm is in a sling, and his left leg is in a thick cast. Despite the bandages, only Kefka can manage to look so darn threatening still. He glowers into the screen of his SFC with such rage.]I hate you guys, I really do!

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[ninthserenade]

Want some painkillers or something, dude?

[Because even he's not that heartless. Besides, even though this guy nearly spooked him off a building he was okay! Sort of.]

[madlydancing]

Oh? Are those the nifty lil white candy-thingies that taste bad, but make the pain go away?

[Mercy is for whimps, but right now Kefka really digs mercy right now.]

GIMMIE!

[ninthserenade]

Where are you?

[Mercy; Best served with a side dish of pity.]

[madlydancing]

At the apartment~!

[He almost forgets to say which apartment complex.]

Vita!

[ninthserenade]

Which floor and room? I can be there before you can name three of my sitars.

[madlydancing]

Eh? What's a sitar again? Oh! Second floor, room two!

[ninthserenade]

It's an instrument. [And here comes a portal in said apartment!]

[madlydancing]

Oh, it is? Never heard of it! It sounds a little made-up.

[Wondering idly if a sitar shares any relation to a guitar or lute, Kefka was jostled out of his thoughts once he saw the portal emerge.]

That's that nifty thingie again! How do you people do that?

[ninthserenade]

Can't say I really blame you, dude. Most people tend to think 'Buh? Sitar?' when I tell 'em what I play.

[Producing a small bottle of pills, he tosses them into Kefka's lap before he takes a seat on the floor and calls his sitar to his lap with a grin.]

It's a Nobody thing. Need any water?

[madlydancing]

[Tossing the SFC carelessly aside, Kefka caught the bottle with one hand with some effort.]

It's probably because the name sounds so weird and unusual!

[He fiddled with the cap of the bottle for while, accidentally spilling some of the pills on the floor as he yanked three out.]

Water? [Blink] For what? Dontcha just chew them up or something?

[ninthserenade]

'Cause it's foreign!

[He plucks out a few notes, tilting his head back to peer up at him.]

Most people just swallow 'em with water or something--It tastes really gross if you just chew 'em up.

[madlydancing]

That explains everything!

[More or less referring to the pills, Kefka rushedhobbled towards the kitchen looking like he got run over by the Doom Train.]

They are really nasty. I chewed them up the last time, and I was so disappointed! They should taste like candy if their going to be colorful.

[ninthserenade]

H-Hey--! Wait!

[He's scrambling up and moving in front of Kefka, placing a hand on his good shoulder. What's with this sudden feeling of pity? Who knows.]

Dude, just let me handle it--You go relax and stuff or else it'll take longer to get better.

[madlydancing]

[Blink, blink?]

Eh? Okay...

[Uncertain what to think about all this pityniceness, Kefka decides to do just that and flop down on the slightly raggedy couch.]

[ninthserenade]

[Seemingly satisfied, he leaves the room and returns with a glass of water which he offers to the clown as he resumes his position on the floor.]

If you're sick or injured you're supposed to relax and take it easy. You've got friends who'll take care of you, right?

[madlydancing]

Why thank you!

[He takes the glass and finally gets a chance to drown these pills.]

Hm? Friends?

[Kefka paused for a moment as he thought about the question.]

Not really, or probably not anymore...

[Raenef looked so upset with him, and Selphie wasn't exactly thrilled with either after the battle at the big bridgeat the plaza. Not to mention that he's sure that Celes hates him again because he killed Locke...]

Nope! No, friends.