[He's still adjusting to this place, waking up soaking wet, ship-less and friendless it would seem had been a bit unnerving to say the least. Then as if to top it off and keep him guessing, he found himself dressed in
dry clothes that weren't his shortly after his arrival. At least they were decently tasteful, but still they weren't his and there
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[Hear that low whisper? Isn't it a tad odd? It's almost as if someone is counting down to the moments of your unfortunate demise.]
Tick, tock, tick...
[If you listen carefully, Setzer, you hear the speaker chuckling now.]
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He was dealing better with Darill's presence now that he realized that it was merely a memory of her he was seeing and that it wasn't actually her ghost with him.
But really, Vatheon, did you have to haunt him with that bastard? Best not provoke it really and so he's going to pretend he hadn't heard the whispers or the chuckle.]
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UWE-HE-HEHE~!
[Take that, Blackjack! GUESS WHO'S BACK, MOTHER*****!]
Look what the fishies dragged in this time~! It's the Opera Crasher! Fancy seeing you here, ol' pal!
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Kefka.
What idiot brought you back from hell?
[And while you answer that question, if you could explain just where this is and how he and Celes are here now that would be appreciated, though he likely will take your answers with a grain of salt until he speaks further with Celes on the matter.]
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Hell? Oh, ho, ho, ho! That's right! You losers KILLED ME, didn't you? OH, I REMEMBER THAT CLEARLY!
I need to repay you imbeciles for that disgrace!
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You're no god, Kefka. Just a man who got his hands on too much power.
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