The Phantasmal Harlequin

[madlydancing]

Characters: Kefka Palazzo & YOU
Location: The main city, I guess?
Time: Early morning
Style: Third-person (prose)
Status: ( open )

Comments

baaccktagging? y/n?

[lockandkeyblade]

[Sora happens to be one of those surprised pedestrians walking in the plaza. He's got that towel, but he nearly drops it in the commotion. He hasn't seen this guy before, this he's positive of because he would definitely. remember. a face like that.]

H-hey, calm down a sec!

MFY~!!!!

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[Kefka was trying to get his magic to work until some pint-sized kid wandered over. He didn't look familiar to the harlequin, but he certainly looked like a goody two-shoes!]

Whaddya want!? Who are you, huh? Better state your name before I zap you!

Re: MFY~!!!!

[lockandkeyblade]

[Kefka... had no idea how right he was.]

Hey, it's Sora- no zapping, okay?

I'm one of the people who ended up here in Vatheon just like you!

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[Still tempted to try and fry the kid's brain, Kefka decided to let Sora speak first. Vatheon? Well, this is certainly a town he never heard before until now.]

Why am I here then?! How did I get here? Someone better start explaining soon or else~

[Suddenly a bright scarlet aura appeared around his hands. He was charging up a spell or two to toss at poor Sora.]

o kefkers. im sure these two'll be besstt friendssss

[lockandkeyblade]

[What the-!? Sora can feel the magic in the air around him, a distinct energy that charges the atmosphere around them. He's jumped back, and already summoned his keyblade for a quick defense if need be.]

And underwater city, okay?! Nobody knows how or why we're all here, but we're stuck here until we figure a way out!

I'm explaining, just cool off already! I didn't bring you here, somebody else did!

Hehehe! Better have the cookies, bub. >:E

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[What's that? Is that a key? No, it's a sword! Kefka honestly didn't know what to make of that odd weapon, but the crazy clown was interested in seeing what this boy could do. That's why he was about to zap him with a thundaga spell.]

Eh? Underwater...?

[Pausing for just a moment, Kefka glanced up at the alleged sky above.]

...

WE'RE UNDERWATER?!

cookies? He... can get some? EVEN IF YOU'LL JUST LIGHT THEM ON FIRE

[lockandkeyblade]

[Sora nods. He's still wary, but... at least the guy's more preoccupied with going crazy than firing off spells. For the moment anyway. Sora just points up.]

That barrier? That's the only thing keeping all that water from flooding this place.

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[Staring blankly at the dome-like barrier over the city, Kefka let out a sinister giggle.]

That means if I break it, everyone drowns?

[Uh oh...]

1/2

[lockandkeyblade]

H...hey

[That face!]

2/2

[lockandkeyblade]

Don't even think about it - That means you too!

[madlydancing]

[A flurry of bright red sparkles emitted from Kefka’s fingertips as he pointed towards the dome above. He was taking aim at it, apparently determined to destroy it despite the possibility of drowning with the rest of the townsfolk.]

This is going to be so much FUN!

[Sora better act quick! That freaky red aura was intensifying.]

[lockandkeyblade]

Kefka's not the only one who knows magic and Sora's quick to fire off a small blizzard spell aimed specifically at the crazy clown's spell hand. Sora's fairly sure the barrier will hold up against any of their attacks. Many of them have been handicapped in their powers specifically so they can't do things like this but... Sora still reacts anyway. Who knows what might happen.]

What's wrong with you!? Do you WANNA drown!?

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[Once the icy shards hit his hand, Kefka let out a loud "YOWCH!"]

That stings! I think you froze my pinky...

[With a huff, the angry mage set his sights upon the pint-size boy again. Honestly, how come the littlest people always have the biggest mouths? Kefka is not amused.]

I wouldn't drown, after all I am a god.

[lockandkeyblade]

Yeah well... don't mess with the barrier. You probably can't do anything to it anyway since they took away a bunch of our powers but... don't do it anyway.

[This guy just doesn't stop, does he? This guy's a god? Sure doesn't look like it. The only ones he's got to compare to are the ones at the coliseum and the underworld.]

A god? You look more like a regular old clown to me.

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[Old? Did this little tyke just call him "Old?"]

HOW DARE YOU! I'm not old! Not at all! Thirty-five is not old, and yoooooooouuuuuuuu know it! Just because I'm not a silly, goofy-lookin' teenager with bad hair and even worse sense of style, doesn't mean I am OLD!

[Good job, Sora. Now the evil clown is pointing towards YOU, and it looks like he's about to cast something really nasty.]

FACE THE MIGHT OF A GOD, TWERP!

[lockandkeyblade]

Heeyy. And just who're you calling silly?

[Sora is unamused by his rant, which only furthers Sora's idea that the guy's off his rocker. But when he feels the static charge of a spell, he jumps to attention. The atmosphere is electric, charged with powerful magic and Sora's forced to reevaluate his initial impression of the clown.]

[Sora has a choice between interrupting the cast and using a reflect spell on himself and makes a split second decision to attempt the latter first. A barrier forms over Sora as he flips backwards to get some distance between them. When he lands a suitable distance away, he hurls the keyblade forward at Kefka, attempting to stop him in mid cast.]