Prancing Mad [OPEN]
Characters: Kefka, Ocelot, and anyone else who wants to be harassed by a mad clown.
Content: Kefka, being a fan of the theater, has come on board the Way to see the famous ship (and, incidentally, his 'brother'). He doesn't play well with others, which might cause problems when he interacts with the rest of the crew...
Setting: The Way
Time: A day or two after Long Night, morning to afternoon
Warnings: It's a MAD, MAD, MAD, MAD clown. May mess with feelings, pinch cheeks.
Kefka stopped at the bottom of the gangplank leading to the Winding Way, just as Ocelot had asked, and began to wait. His 'brother' always took things like this so seriously - everything was a 'threat' or a 'risk' or...somesuch disruption to his plans. He actually had to agree to being frisked before he could come aboard!
As if Kefka would actually want to damage such a...monument to theater! Well, not *again*, anyway; besides, that had been strictly business. The small vial of that jellied oil he'd secreted in his ponytail was just...well, in case some opportunity should arise on the way there. Or the way back. Or on the Way, if it would be very funny.
In any event, he had little else to do but wait, and hope that Ocelot's precautions would not put his attire into disarray. He'd spent *hours* getting everything perfect for his tour.
Content: Kefka, being a fan of the theater, has come on board the Way to see the famous ship (and, incidentally, his 'brother'). He doesn't play well with others, which might cause problems when he interacts with the rest of the crew...
Setting: The Way
Time: A day or two after Long Night, morning to afternoon
Warnings: It's a MAD, MAD, MAD, MAD clown. May mess with feelings, pinch cheeks.
Kefka stopped at the bottom of the gangplank leading to the Winding Way, just as Ocelot had asked, and began to wait. His 'brother' always took things like this so seriously - everything was a 'threat' or a 'risk' or...somesuch disruption to his plans. He actually had to agree to being frisked before he could come aboard!
As if Kefka would actually want to damage such a...monument to theater! Well, not *again*, anyway; besides, that had been strictly business. The small vial of that jellied oil he'd secreted in his ponytail was just...well, in case some opportunity should arise on the way there. Or the way back. Or on the Way, if it would be very funny.
In any event, he had little else to do but wait, and hope that Ocelot's precautions would not put his attire into disarray. He'd spent *hours* getting everything perfect for his tour.