18; Accidental Post; Kefka needs a new journal...and anger management; he's more graceful in combat
[The first thing you should know is that Kefka's communicator-book is broken.
Blame the Heartless. One of them gave him a good smack; it should have broken his arm and three ribs but his bag was in the way. His bag with his potions and his book, and the hit rattled the little bits in the back that connected the audio-visual bits to the send bit, so that it only now takes less than a flick of a finger to make it start broadcasting.
The second thing you should know is that Kefka hasn't quite figured this out yet. He keeps his journal-slash-phone next to his bed in case he gets a late night call. He likes having it next to him in case Larxene tries to kill him in his sleep again.
And you need to know these things because today, after a week-long nap, Kefka has just fallen off his bed. The impact of him on the floor is enough to make his journal fall off, which hits the floor and starts recording with a small beep. Kefka has not realized the meaning of this yet, though, having just woken up to a bruised half his body, and this is why the town of Neverwas gets to hear a small shriek of pain, and then:]
Thrice-damned choco-choking comforter! I got you to stay on the bed! FIRE! DIE DIE DIE!
Blame the Heartless. One of them gave him a good smack; it should have broken his arm and three ribs but his bag was in the way. His bag with his potions and his book, and the hit rattled the little bits in the back that connected the audio-visual bits to the send bit, so that it only now takes less than a flick of a finger to make it start broadcasting.
The second thing you should know is that Kefka hasn't quite figured this out yet. He keeps his journal-slash-phone next to his bed in case he gets a late night call. He likes having it next to him in case Larxene tries to kill him in his sleep again.
And you need to know these things because today, after a week-long nap, Kefka has just fallen off his bed. The impact of him on the floor is enough to make his journal fall off, which hits the floor and starts recording with a small beep. Kefka has not realized the meaning of this yet, though, having just woken up to a bruised half his body, and this is why the town of Neverwas gets to hear a small shriek of pain, and then:]
Thrice-damned choco-choking comforter! I got you to stay on the bed! FIRE! DIE DIE DIE!