Characters: Ban Midou, vatheon who wants to join him Location: the rooftop of the Viscus apartment building Time: Nighttime, just after Kefka's battle Style: Any, starting in prose Status: Open
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There was someone else there, walking on the roof. Yomiel had always been afraid of heights, but after his incident ten years ago it didn't really matter to him anymore. In fact, he could appreciate them a lot more now that he wasn't afraid of getting smashed on the ground below.
He went, draping his long legs over the side of the roof and sitting down with a pensive look on his face. Funny how being cooped up in a bubble made people want to partake in violence.
Ban shrugged his good shoulder. "It was flashy, but that's it," he muttered. "I've been in and seen worse. The clown just needed to be shut up for awhile." He glanced over at his new companion, eyebrow raised. "Were you over there?"
"I talked to him once, and that was enough. He's also roommates with a nutjob from my world, and freaked out my best friend." Another shrug as he took a long drag on his cigarette.
"Nope. Real life at its best - or worst. Depends on how you take it." He leaned back, still looking toward the plaza. Looked like it was calming down now, anyway.
"Probably just blowing hot air. Guys like him like to pump themselves up."
"Most likely worst. Good to know there are people powerful enough to take him down," remarked Yomiel, peering down at the scuffle from behind his shades.
"Yeah, I figured as much. He does seem like the prideful type."
Ban nodded, elbows resting on his knees. "We've had people piss of the town like this before. Some of 'em are still here, some of 'em are gone. Kefka's just a new face for it all."
"You kiddin'? I insulted his makeup job, and you'd think I killed his puppy with the way he shrieked."
"You're asking for this place to have a conscious choice," he muttered, taking the cigarette from his lips for a moment. "It seems like it picks at whim; the only thing that's certain is that all the new people seem to come at the same time."
At that, he snickered. "Worse than some women I know."
"Probably has to do with the coral. Just like how we'd have the curses every other week, but since the ship somehow crashed, it's stopped." The cigarette went back in his mouth as he chuckled.
"Get sicker and more lethargic till you go touch it." Another shrug, another drag on his cigarette. "If you ask any of the natives, they won't explain. And you can't go to the upper district and ask the priestess; no one's allowed near the church."
There was someone else there, walking on the roof. Yomiel had always been afraid of heights, but after his incident ten years ago it didn't really matter to him anymore. In fact, he could appreciate them a lot more now that he wasn't afraid of getting smashed on the ground below.
He went, draping his long legs over the side of the roof and sitting down with a pensive look on his face. Funny how being cooped up in a bubble made people want to partake in violence.
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He leaned forward, folding his arms on his knees. This magic stuff made him worry. It seemed people could be even stronger than him here...
A shake of the head. "Nah, I stayed away for my own good. The clown does have tricks up his sleeves, I'll give you that."
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"So I've heard."
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Well, he was keeping his own madness hiding underneath the surface, unlike Kefka did. It was best to play it safe, after all.
"Is he really a "God of Magic" or was he just joking with me, I wonder?"
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"Probably just blowing hot air. Guys like him like to pump themselves up."
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"Yeah, I figured as much. He does seem like the prideful type."
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"You kiddin'? I insulted his makeup job, and you'd think I killed his puppy with the way he shrieked."
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"Really? Wouldn't be surprised...it seems like he has the biggest temper I've ever seen."
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At that, he snickered. "Worse than some women I know."
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Yomiel gave a wry smirk. "Maybe he got it from his mother."
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"Wouldn't surprise me."
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Sounded a lot like the "rock of the gods", he muses to himself.
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