Power? [Active/Open]
Characters: Kefka, Ace, open
Setting: Heavy Room
Time: Night 17
Summary: Powerlessness is not something Kefka enjoys.
Warnings: Kefka's pretty irate. Do the math (swearing, and likely to come violence).
This was most definitely not Kefka's night. The houses were swarming with those wretched hound creatures that seemed to be attacking anything that moved tonight. It wouldn't have been so bad, in fact it would have been entertaining if he could watch them rip some other poor soul apart while he got to observe gleefully without having to worry about it then turning back on him. Hell, it wouldn't have been bad if they just paid no mind to him, but that was not the case - they wanted to shred him like anything else in this place.
And the worst part was, despite his proficiency with magic, and his sneaky, underhanded ways of physical combat, fighting the things was pointless, because all of that did jack shit to the things. He loathed not being able to blast the things, all he could do was run and hope for the best. Not that he wasn't one to run away from a fight if he had to or just because he felt like it... those things would not stop hunting until daybreak.
At the moment, he simply observed himself in the many facets of the large diamond in the room as he took a breather from running from those fucking mutts, trying to be self-absorbed to get his mind off those damned dogs. But it wasn't working.
"Fuck."
Setting: Heavy Room
Time: Night 17
Summary: Powerlessness is not something Kefka enjoys.
Warnings: Kefka's pretty irate. Do the math (swearing, and likely to come violence).
This was most definitely not Kefka's night. The houses were swarming with those wretched hound creatures that seemed to be attacking anything that moved tonight. It wouldn't have been so bad, in fact it would have been entertaining if he could watch them rip some other poor soul apart while he got to observe gleefully without having to worry about it then turning back on him. Hell, it wouldn't have been bad if they just paid no mind to him, but that was not the case - they wanted to shred him like anything else in this place.
And the worst part was, despite his proficiency with magic, and his sneaky, underhanded ways of physical combat, fighting the things was pointless, because all of that did jack shit to the things. He loathed not being able to blast the things, all he could do was run and hope for the best. Not that he wasn't one to run away from a fight if he had to or just because he felt like it... those things would not stop hunting until daybreak.
At the moment, he simply observed himself in the many facets of the large diamond in the room as he took a breather from running from those fucking mutts, trying to be self-absorbed to get his mind off those damned dogs. But it wasn't working.
"Fuck."