[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! ( Read more... )

[Kefka was giggling the entire time he sneaked out of his roommate’s room with Akabane’s signature black trench coat and hat. The clown usually announced his fondness for Dr. Jackal’s floppy hat, but this was the first time he ever got a hold to it. Removing some of his signature beads and feathers out of his hair, Kefka placed the hat gingerly ( Read more... )

[After literally being unconscious for days on end, Kefka finally wakes up to find himself completely dazed and disoriented. He has no idea what happened to him, but the clown has a sneaky suspension that this is all Akabane's damn fault. However, he has no idea how right he is about that.]

...Eh?

[For a few minutes or so, Kefka just stares ( Read more... )