Post by Kefka Palazzo on Dec 18, 2009 4:30:22 GMT -5
((We totally aren't. We'll, uh, start a new thread when we go into the castle, I guess. >.>))
Kefka's eyes slammed shut as Adel approached, fighting to contain his laughter as he braced for the strike that never came. He peeled one eye open as heavy footsteps passed him by, crunching in the gravel. Leaning back to peek at the sorceress, he ventured to regain his footing, finding it a difficult process with only one working arm. Without any preparation, and about as much though, the mage gripped his right arm and shoved it back into socket with a howl. The resulting jolt of pain blinded Kefka for a moment, further delaying the search for his pack and the potions within.
Pack in hand, the mage picked through broken bottles, marveling as the little nicks in his fingers closed and healed within seconds. He picked out two bottles, a little larger than the rest, and quickly swallowed the contents of both. Kefka gagged at the taste, and perhaps it was overkill, but it wasn't like potions were really bad for you. At least he hoped so as he rose, hefting his pack over the newly healed shoulder. He frowned at his lightly scuffed boots when he reached Adel's side, nearly jumping when she spoke after a while.
"Who lives here?" she wondered aloud, just a tinge of awe clouding her normally booming voice. Kefka cracked a smile.
"Adel. Adel. You're not thinking," he laughed, stepping around her. He turned, took a step back, and stretched out his arms, "We live here!" A pause, and then, "Not together, of course," he amended hastily, with a harried gesture. "Draw a line down the middle, choose sides, we'd never have to see each other again!" He didn't care that somebody might already be living here, no. Surely, between the two of them, whom or whatever currently inhabited the place would stand no chance? "It's massive, and it certainly has its," He blinked and glanced back at the old thing, "...rustic charm, no?"
((I dunno if anyone actually reads this thread other than us, but we should continue making creepy Adel/Kefka references throughout just to freak our reader(s) out. ))
Kefka's eyes slammed shut as Adel approached, fighting to contain his laughter as he braced for the strike that never came. He peeled one eye open as heavy footsteps passed him by, crunching in the gravel. Leaning back to peek at the sorceress, he ventured to regain his footing, finding it a difficult process with only one working arm. Without any preparation, and about as much though, the mage gripped his right arm and shoved it back into socket with a howl. The resulting jolt of pain blinded Kefka for a moment, further delaying the search for his pack and the potions within.
Pack in hand, the mage picked through broken bottles, marveling as the little nicks in his fingers closed and healed within seconds. He picked out two bottles, a little larger than the rest, and quickly swallowed the contents of both. Kefka gagged at the taste, and perhaps it was overkill, but it wasn't like potions were really bad for you. At least he hoped so as he rose, hefting his pack over the newly healed shoulder. He frowned at his lightly scuffed boots when he reached Adel's side, nearly jumping when she spoke after a while.
"Who lives here?" she wondered aloud, just a tinge of awe clouding her normally booming voice. Kefka cracked a smile.
"Adel. Adel. You're not thinking," he laughed, stepping around her. He turned, took a step back, and stretched out his arms, "We live here!" A pause, and then, "Not together, of course," he amended hastily, with a harried gesture. "Draw a line down the middle, choose sides, we'd never have to see each other again!" He didn't care that somebody might already be living here, no. Surely, between the two of them, whom or whatever currently inhabited the place would stand no chance? "It's massive, and it certainly has its," He blinked and glanced back at the old thing, "...rustic charm, no?"
((I dunno if anyone actually reads this thread other than us, but we should continue making creepy Adel/Kefka references throughout just to freak our reader(s) out. ))