Asplorin' Tenna Villa!

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Characters: Sora & Anyone in Tenna Villa
Where & When: Tenna Villa, day after being led there
Rating & Why: G? Nothing much to say...
Summary: Sora decides to explore Tenna Villa, like any little kid would.

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[Having just arrived in this new place, he looks around in awe of everything. This was /way/ better than where he used to live. Orphanages weren't exactly the nicest places. Especially when you were lynched once. But anyone, he hears noises in the kitchen. Maybe a resident. He looks around the corner.]

Uhm... hello? Anyone here?

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Sora blinks as he hears someone enter the kitchen. Uh-oh! He's busted! With a sheepish grin, he crawls out of the cabinet he's currently in. But this is someone he doesn't recognize. Someone new? The kid blinks a few times before running up to him and staring some more. He circles him a few times, if permitted, and then... More staring. Finally, though, he smiles.

"I'm Sora!" he says rather cheerfully, holding a hand up to shake. This person may be more friendly than the other people who live at Tenna Villa. And maybe he'll go exploring with him!

(1/3)

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(2/3)

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Unfortunately for the bright-eyed youth, every adventure always has a terrible monster awaiting to ensnare its stalwart hero. In this case, Sora fits the role of the hero and this maniac clown dressed in tattered silks and satin was the monster. After discovering the golden seal and the matching key, Kefka made his way towards the Tenna Villa in search for answers. So far, none of the putz in town were helpfully. If anything, the natives of this world seemed to just ignore Kefka as he squawked at them like an angry vulture. It was enough to drive in the poor man into madness as he wandered through the city aimlessly with a limp.

Literally slamming open the villa's doors, Kefka stormed into the estate with a gaze that matched hell, fire, and brimstone. "Where the hell am I!?" He screeched loud enough for all the residents within the Tenna Villa to hear him.

"Someone better start ex~plaining soon or else!"

...I hate/love you. xD

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A door slams in the distance, and then there's a screech that causes Sora to bump his head on the shelf above him. He winces, rubbing the sore spot as he crawls backwards out of the cabinet. He slowly approaches the doorway out of the kitchen. Whoever just showed up sounds mad. Really mad... Soon, he's carefully peering out from the doorway. There's a scary-looking clown at the door...

"You're in Teh-nah Vih-lah. In the city of Splehn-door," Sora says, only just loud enough to be heard. He then ducks back into the kitchen, running for the cabinet he just crawled out of. He crawls back in, pulling the door shut behind him. That clown's really scary...!

<3! I had too do this!

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The evil clown arched his brow once the kid ducked back into the kitchen. Why must it be so difficult to find good help these days? The child ran off without even giving his name, what poor manners! Deciding to rectify this, Kefka marched towards the direction of the kitchen and swung the door open. "It's not polite to run away when you're TALKING to someone." He emphasized the word 'talking' by yelling at the top of his lungs.

"Eh?" Kefka paused once he noticed the kitchen was empty. "Where did the brat go?" Slamming the kitchen door behind him, the phantasmal harlequin decided to raid the pastry for goodies.

"There better be cookies here..."

xD Poor Sora is going to be traumatized.

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Sora curls up in the back of the cabinet he's hiding in, trying not to whimper as the scary clown man enters the kitchen. There's a slam as the door is shut, and Sora shrinks back more into the dark corner in the small, enclosed space. Then, he hears the scary clown begin to search for... Something, he's not sure. With a small squeak, he pushes the door open as quietly as he can before crawling out equally as quiet. He leaves the door open, creeping silently toward the door out of the kitchen.

He doesn't like clowns anymore.