✘He Was Indestructible [closed]
Characters: The Mad Mage (Kefka) & Dr. Jackal (Akabane)
Location: Vita Apartments
Time: Backdated, after the party
Style: Third-person (prose)
Status: Incomplete, ongoing
It was odd waking up without the sound of someone drilling needles into his head. Living his life as a glorified science project didn’t inspire the most ideal conditions, but Kefka didn’t complain much. Besides the constant agony, the mage was almost grateful for the volatile magic that courses through his veins. The pain he feels was just a price to pay for the destructive powers Dr. Marquez granted him. Almost daily the doctor/engineer would inject the thick magicite serum into his brain through his ear. While the procedure itself was always painless, as soon as Kefka woke, he would be in agony.
Now since arriving here in Vatheon, everything is different.
Instead of waking up in blinding agony, Kefka awoke with a dull ache. There were no doctors here, no shadowy-faced bio-engineers hoping to augment him further. As a substitute to the cruelty he’s grown accustom to, Kefka awoke to find a blandly painted ceiling staring at him. It took him a moment to realize where he was, but once a few fleeting memories announced themselves to him, Kefka let out a relieved sigh.
“Hrm…?” A sleepy hum escaped the mage as he tried to move his stiff limbs. “Ugh, what the hell?” Grumbling now as he tries to sit up, Kefka violently tossed the sheets and blankets aside. His entire body felt numb, almost as if all his limbs were still asleep while he’s mind is wide-awake.
Idly flexing his fingers, Kefka felt something wet fall on his knuckles. It was dark red, just one shade away from being crimson to be exact. Staring at it in curiosity, Kefka shuddered once another drop of red fell on his hand. He was bleeding, probably another nosebleed if anything. Kefka wasn’t sure why this happens to him, but such a feat wasn’t truly peculiar. This was just the price to pay for being the Empire’s guinea pig, but Kefka didn’t like it. The only blood he ever wanted on his person is the blood of those he killed.
“Yucccccccccck!” He whined as he snatched up a piece of cloth to wipe the blood off. It was probably a shirt or scarf, but Kefka didn’t care. He just wanted the sight of his own blood to vanish. “This is just the worst!”
Location: Vita Apartments
Time: Backdated, after the party
Style: Third-person (prose)
Status: Incomplete, ongoing
It was odd waking up without the sound of someone drilling needles into his head. Living his life as a glorified science project didn’t inspire the most ideal conditions, but Kefka didn’t complain much. Besides the constant agony, the mage was almost grateful for the volatile magic that courses through his veins. The pain he feels was just a price to pay for the destructive powers Dr. Marquez granted him. Almost daily the doctor/engineer would inject the thick magicite serum into his brain through his ear. While the procedure itself was always painless, as soon as Kefka woke, he would be in agony.
Now since arriving here in Vatheon, everything is different.
Instead of waking up in blinding agony, Kefka awoke with a dull ache. There were no doctors here, no shadowy-faced bio-engineers hoping to augment him further. As a substitute to the cruelty he’s grown accustom to, Kefka awoke to find a blandly painted ceiling staring at him. It took him a moment to realize where he was, but once a few fleeting memories announced themselves to him, Kefka let out a relieved sigh.
“Hrm…?” A sleepy hum escaped the mage as he tried to move his stiff limbs. “Ugh, what the hell?” Grumbling now as he tries to sit up, Kefka violently tossed the sheets and blankets aside. His entire body felt numb, almost as if all his limbs were still asleep while he’s mind is wide-awake.
Idly flexing his fingers, Kefka felt something wet fall on his knuckles. It was dark red, just one shade away from being crimson to be exact. Staring at it in curiosity, Kefka shuddered once another drop of red fell on his hand. He was bleeding, probably another nosebleed if anything. Kefka wasn’t sure why this happens to him, but such a feat wasn’t truly peculiar. This was just the price to pay for being the Empire’s guinea pig, but Kefka didn’t like it. The only blood he ever wanted on his person is the blood of those he killed.
“Yucccccccccck!” He whined as he snatched up a piece of cloth to wipe the blood off. It was probably a shirt or scarf, but Kefka didn’t care. He just wanted the sight of his own blood to vanish. “This is just the worst!”