[Thread, Closed] The God of Madness and Ruin!
Characters: Kefka Palazzo
Progress: Complete
Summary: The Mad Clown has a contemplation with a God
Location: Ice Cavern
Date: A few days after the assault of the dragons
Warnings: Madman is going to be mad.
What to do...what to do. A cold darkened cavern full of creatures and snow, cold abyss much like the clown's heart. The sounds of creatures echoed through the caverns as a mini fire in a small area, slowly illuminating the mad man within. He had wondered what happened to the wondrous army of dragons his new companion had went. Perhaps he vanished, perhaps he fell victim to those before him. Kefka had spent too long in Gaia to know certain rules, mysterious aliments that could not be cured by mere white magic, people vanishing and re-appearing, and of course the dead coming back to life. That...was something he truly concerned himself with. If the dead could be revived, then his efforts would be pointless, and therefore more fun.
He glared at an ice wall as he shot a large fireball towards it, lighting up the cavern for a brief moment, before going back to his pensive thoughts. What to do, what to do.
His mind wandered to another subject he was having for some time, his own magic his own mortality in this world. People stated he was defeated in battle. But such a thing is not part of his own memory, then there are those with memory loss of this world. More importantly, his own power, last he remembered from his world, magic was surging through his very veins, now that he was on Gaia, he saw truly how limited he was. Perhaps the power was false hope. Another fireball at the cavern wall.
Then there were those stronger than him. Kefka thought of how he barely escaped each time, and how he was one brush closer to death. No, but he was a God, and gods can never die! That was his rational, that was his mindset, he was immortal...until he met with those from other worlds.
Kefka grinned and simply got up and thought, "This world, is such an interesting place to conquer. One where no one can die...at least die and stay dead...one where the living are from different times, different eras...There must be a reason...a source behind this all." A devilish grin and a trademark laugh echoed through the cavern as finally the clown spoke and replied, "This will be interesting...I want to see if I can cut the head off this gracious angel...and put my own face upon its body." Madness ruled through his mind, as a gust of wind jettisoned from his hand and put out the flame.
"Come Gaia...let us see what your God will reap upon you!"
Progress: Complete
Summary: The Mad Clown has a contemplation with a God
Location: Ice Cavern
Date: A few days after the assault of the dragons
Warnings: Madman is going to be mad.
What to do...what to do. A cold darkened cavern full of creatures and snow, cold abyss much like the clown's heart. The sounds of creatures echoed through the caverns as a mini fire in a small area, slowly illuminating the mad man within. He had wondered what happened to the wondrous army of dragons his new companion had went. Perhaps he vanished, perhaps he fell victim to those before him. Kefka had spent too long in Gaia to know certain rules, mysterious aliments that could not be cured by mere white magic, people vanishing and re-appearing, and of course the dead coming back to life. That...was something he truly concerned himself with. If the dead could be revived, then his efforts would be pointless, and therefore more fun.
He glared at an ice wall as he shot a large fireball towards it, lighting up the cavern for a brief moment, before going back to his pensive thoughts. What to do, what to do.
His mind wandered to another subject he was having for some time, his own magic his own mortality in this world. People stated he was defeated in battle. But such a thing is not part of his own memory, then there are those with memory loss of this world. More importantly, his own power, last he remembered from his world, magic was surging through his very veins, now that he was on Gaia, he saw truly how limited he was. Perhaps the power was false hope. Another fireball at the cavern wall.
Then there were those stronger than him. Kefka thought of how he barely escaped each time, and how he was one brush closer to death. No, but he was a God, and gods can never die! That was his rational, that was his mindset, he was immortal...until he met with those from other worlds.
Kefka grinned and simply got up and thought, "This world, is such an interesting place to conquer. One where no one can die...at least die and stay dead...one where the living are from different times, different eras...There must be a reason...a source behind this all." A devilish grin and a trademark laugh echoed through the cavern as finally the clown spoke and replied, "This will be interesting...I want to see if I can cut the head off this gracious angel...and put my own face upon its body." Madness ruled through his mind, as a gust of wind jettisoned from his hand and put out the flame.
"Come Gaia...let us see what your God will reap upon you!"