20; the onset of halloween features; winged god has wings; the broken communicator strikes again

[sandinmyboots]

[Ok. Kefka's communicator has managed to survive getting thwacked by a heartless and getting fallen on by a roof, but that doesn't mean it's not broken. And so when, in a flail, Kefka smacks it, it turns on

Comments

( video )

[starfallemperor]

[Mateus raises an eyebrow curiously. It's Kefka again, though he's not entirely sure what the man is up to. From the looks of things, it seems this communication was more of an accident than anything else. Mateus highly doubts the mage would want to be seen in such agony. For a moment he wonders how he should proceed, tapping a finger to his chin in thought.]

What in heaven's name did you do? [He looks amused, if not a bit disturbed.]

( video )

[sandinmyboots]

I didn't--ow!--do anything! How are you--the damn thing's turned itself on again!

[Kefka grabs the communicator and pulls it down; he's pale under the make up, wincing.]

( video )

[starfallemperor]

[Mateus smirks in response. At least he's not the only one who managed to look like a fool on this odd device.] Evidently. I take it there is something wrong with yours, then?

( video )

[sandinmyboots]

You're on it!

[Sorry, Emperor, he's mad enough that he's dropping his harmless tailor act. And the screaming at the top of his lungs.]

[Voice]

[moralmisconduct]

[Truth be told, Hojo hadn't slept so well for so long in over twenty years. He's actually pretty chipper. It shows in his voice.]

In need of medical assistance?

[Voice]

[sandinmyboots]

Not from you. Ow.

[Kefka tries to scratch his back; his shoulder blades feel like someone hammered nails into them. And then splashed vinegar over them.]

[locked]

You got the hang of ow locking your posts yet? You sound chipper enough for your two week nap.

[Locked/Voice]

[moralmisconduct]

[Laughter.] Chipper, but famished. In any case, my health seems better than yours currently.

Certain you don't need my help? I just hate to listen to a fellow man suffer.

[Locked/Voice]

[sandinmyboots]

I'll come over with lunch soon, dearest deadly doctor. Lucrecia's off...doing whatever, I don't know.

And by hate you mean love? [Half a mind to put something in the lunch. Let's see Hojo laugh when he's leaking out both ends...]

[voice]

[sandinmyboots]

Fine enough. ow. Phantom pains, for some reason or another.

[He's on the bench of his desk, now, talking and rubbing his back with a...a...a hanger. Whatever.]

[locked]

Hubby's awake.

[voice]

[sandinmyboots]

It's fading, now. Should be fine.

[locked]

I don't think he's leaving. I was going to grab him some food and check that nothing's malfunctioning in his body; want to come? And I can figure out what the heck is going on!

[action]

[memoryshell]

[Hi, Kefka, Xion is portalling in as soon as she hears the screaming. alksdfjgkdjf]

Kefka! What's --

[action]

[sandinmyboots]

[He looks up from the floor, panting. His back is arched; Xion may notice that his shoulder blades are prominent against his shirt.]

Xion!

[He tries to sit up, wincing. As much as the girl can be all...friendshippy and such, she's still one of his best trusted allies.]

I--ow--something's wrong with my back.

[action]

[memoryshell]

[Without thinking, she automatically moves to hover her hands over his back.] Curaga.

[action]

[sandinmyboots]

[He hisses, but some of the pain goes away. He sits up, trying to scratch at his back.]

It still hurts. Dammit. I don't know what's going on!