in which there is a creeper contest, some gore and Hojo rescue by a fairy godmage

[sandinmyboots]

Who: Kefka, Hojo and Lucrecia
Where: near the ocean
When: just after Hojo's arrivalWhat: A god with a plan and a scientist in love try to save a monster. Hilarity ensues

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[moralmisconduct]

Images were turning in his head at the speed of a film on fastforward, but the chronology was jumbled and nonsensical. Muscle memory dictated the clearest of snippets - even though the last time he had been near-death was decades ago, back plastered to the ground with dried blood and the stony, scornful gazes of the old Wutainese Gods staring into eternity above him.

He saw the eyes of those same Gods now, clear as day. War-Gods, the guardians of Da Chao. Possessing none of the serpentine grace of the Water God Leviathan, the only one he had loved as a child.

And Sephiroth's eyes, by contrast, had been closed at their last meeting, serene in his chrysalis, but vulnerable in metamorphosis. The boy had deviated from the path Hojo had intended for him long ago, and Hojo was glad to see him go, and grow. But Sephiroth, still bitter and vengeful in that very human way, needed guidance to truly transcend.

What was a father to do?

Dr. Hojo, I presume?He didn't move, couldn't move because of the pain, but the address called back some

[sandinmyboots]

"Lucrecia! Don't touch him!"

Kefka breaks into a run, Haste speeding his feet, spells at his lips but (the shaking, proteins disintigrating and magic still shedding and at this rate)--

"You're only going to make it worse! We can't move him yet; we have to stabilize the magic and make sure that moving him isn't going to make his injuries worse! And you're agitating him!"

He skids next to Hojo, ducking the swinging spine by going into a roll and coming back up on his knees, spreading his arms wide to try and separate Hojo and Lucrecia. Hojo's magic presses into him, he can almost taste the decay of cells one by one, just like in the labs but this time, Cid won't be here to pluck magic from some unlucky test subject and shore things up and there's no painkillers, would he even do well with morphine--

"Lucrecia, calm down. That's an order." His eyes flash pink as he looks up at her, mind racing. "Collect yourself while I tend to him.And he turns back, looking down at Hojo, eyes darting to magic-blood-muscle-wound--so many, he'll have