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Post by Kefka Palazzo on Sept 26, 2008 15:58:03 GMT -5
((Both, hopefully. You know better than to Rickroll the Kefka! >:C ))
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Post by Adel on Sept 27, 2008 4:42:19 GMT -5
((Well, I figured you would think I posted when you saw that I’d posted in this thread, so I may as well have gone the whole nine yards. Although I suppose that would have been a youtube link. Okay, so I went like three yards. Whatever.))
Adel was rather dumbfounded at the moment. One second she’d been coming up with the next insult to Kefka’s worth as a living being, the next she’d felt several progressively more intense rumbles. Then Kefka had shouted something and she’d turned around to see some sort of abyss worm. This must have been an abyss worm of the of giant and mutated variety, though, as it looked almost nothing like it should have except for the fact that it was a giant desert worm. Alright, so that was one big similarity, but nothing else about it looked the same.
“God!” Adel yelled loudly, taken aback by the creature as she backpedalled from it in a panic. She quickly tore her parasol into its original components and wielded them as she’d nearly intended to wield them against Kefka earlier. She had no intention of getting near that thing, but it probably had other plans. Until it came down to that, though, she would be staying at a distance.
Steeling herself against this lesser thing of the sand, Adel held her staff between her thumb and index finger as she extended the rest of her palm forward. “Fire!” She yelled angrily, a familiar bolt of flame extending from her hand and exploding on the worm. Surprisingly, it hadn’t done as much damage as she’d expected. The monster howled and snarled at her, and there were clear burn marks where the strike had landed, but it wasn’t as deceased as Adel had been banking on.
”Don’t just stand there!” She mocked, half hoping Kefka would actually be unable to help her. It would almost be worth the effort to beat this thing on her own just to show the clown up, but after what had just happened she was in no condition to use her powers liberally again. The ‘land worm’ was now coming for her specifically, she noticed as it dripped all manner of oozes. Apparently she had drawn its attention. Saving Kefka the trouble of dealing with it was not what she’d had in mind when she’d struck first.
“If it kills me, what chance do you have? Do something you impotent god!”
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Post by Kefka Palazzo on Sept 28, 2008 1:44:28 GMT -5
((Three pages, baby. We on a roll. ))
At that rate, Kefka might as well have just stood there. As threatening as Land Worms were, they were rather slow above ground, and this one in particular seemed intent on having Adel as its next meal. He watched as it slithered its way toward the sorceress. Yes, let the worm do the work for him! "You're worm food," he chimed quietly, snickering in delight when her attack failed to fell the beast. She didn't have a chance!
Then she had to start talking again. Kefka narrowed his eyes, shaking his head at the sorceress. "I'll stand wherever I want," he started, stopping cold when Adel went on.
“If it kills me, what chance do you have? Do something you impotent god!”
"I-impotent!?" That was it. That. Was. It. "I have every chance in the world, you insufferable bitch," he roared, taking a few daring, or more likely suicidal steps toward the worm, which had whipped its head around to face him now. He felt a few fire spells pass him by, lighting up his peripheral vision and warming his side. The worm flinched as each hit connected; it was taking more damage than it let on.
The air around him seemed to light up in dim flashes as he lifted his hands, palms facing the creature that, in any circumstance, was too close for comfort. The little flashes of light concentrated suddenly, swirling around his arms to pool at his open palms, where they flashed out of existence. A huge spire of flames flashed through the worm, causing it to seize up, its skin charred and crackling. The fight was over, and Kefka relaxed only slightly as the worm slumped, causing a mild quake with its fall. He took the chance, snarling and stomping up to the now dead opponent and kicking it a few times out of frustration.
While the discovery of a much more powerful fire spell should have had the adrenaline pumping through the court mage's veins, he had rather simply over-exerted himself. So, with that, Kefka heaved a loud sigh, squatting down to rest his arms and head on his knees. "Bitch..."
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Post by Adel on Sept 30, 2008 2:41:47 GMT -5
Adel exhaled in a brief sigh of relief as Kefka kicked the creature in frustration. “It’s about time you did something useful.” She commented offhandedly as she committed herself to maintaining her composure. Sure she was rather tired from backpedalling away from that horrid thing so quickly in a somewhat unfamiliar body, and sure she would have enjoyed a good sit, but seeing how pathetic Kefka looked in his fatigued state only solidified her resolve not to appear anything less than almighty. She was sure the sweat dripping off her brow was doing nothing to help with this image.
Placing her crude parasol on the ground and returning to the scrap Kefka had been attempting to use as part of their shelter, Adel began hefting it out of the sand. “Is that thing edible?” Adel wondered aloud, her stomach beginning to rumble for the first time in years. “We’ve already cooked it; we may as w-ahem…” Adel coughed and cleared her throat mid sentence. Her voice sounded a little off, and she thought for a moment that she had a bubble of saliva in her throat or something. “We may as well ea-ahem…” Again Adel cleared her throat, rubbing her neck and swallowing to see what the problem was. As she attempted to lift the scrap, its surprising weight caught her off guard and her problem became clear. Looking her body over in surprise for the second time today, she had grown physically weaker still. She was down to what was probably a mere seven feet, her arms and legs had lost much of their original tone, and her chest...
Adel growled as she removed Kefka’s coat from her arm and began to wear it as it was intended to be worn; a feat now possible with her mass having decreased as much as it had. It was a tight fit, it smelled and felt like dirt and sand, and it was ripped and torn around the edges, but it would do as long as she was stuck like this. “We may as well eat it.” The sorceress finally finished in an annoyed tone. The clown wasn’t anywhere near as stupid as he looked—a phrase she used more as an insult to his appearance than a compliment to his intelligence—so he would probably have guessed by now that her changing was an unwanted occurrence. As far as her situation went, though, it changed little. She was still physically superior to the vast majority of mortals, and could still trounce Kefka if she had to.
Finally hauling the scrap out of the sand, Adel got to work on the shelter. “I’m having some trouble with my powers.” She stated flatly, answering an unspoken question. Ideally she would have been able to play her transformations off as expected occurrences, but that was almost certainly not an option by this point. Laying the cards on the table as though they didn’t bother her seemed like a good alternative. “I can’t tap into their source as easily as I used to at the moment—probably because I’m out of practice—so my body is fuelling it with whatever magic I already had stored up.”
Adel looked over three sheets she had stacked on each other and tossed the one on top away; having decided it was too small. “Any particular reason a god of magic is being worn out by sandworms and Fira spells?” She chuckled sarcastically, wondering what kind of excuse he was going to come up with. He had some skill in the magical arts and, given the power of that Fira, and he probably had a GF or two enhancing it, but a god? Strange that it’d tire him out to cast, though. Psychological effects, perhaps? Or maybe…nah.
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Post by Kefka Palazzo on Sept 30, 2008 23:13:22 GMT -5
Kefka glared at the smoking mass before him, rolling his eyes when Adel started talking again. On one hand she had been foolish to exert herself again; on the other hand the situation had tilted a little bit more in his favor. He just hoped her changes were permanent unlike his fatigue. He hadn't, however, expected what he saw when he turned, causing him to whip his head around to face the dead worm again. Sure, the sorceress was still unnaturally tall, but she was looking more, well... like a she.
He shook his head slightly, reaching for the dagger at his belt. Of course the creature was edible, but appetizing? Hardly. With a sour face, Kefka plunged his knife into the worm's surprisingly leathery skin, gagging when its innards began oozing out around his knife in thick globs. He frowned, scrunching up his nose in disgust and fighting hard to keep his stomach from turning. At least it didn't smell bad - just like sand. At least it would be good protein. He carved a few more chunks from the beast, Adel's words momentarily taking his attention away from the task in front of him.
Tucking the knife back in his belt, Kefka turned back to the camp to find that Adel was properly using his cloak (even if it was a tight fit), and that she had gathered at least enough scrap to build a small shelter. He thoughtfully toed the smaller piece she had discarded, finally plopping the thick cuts of worm meat he had procured from the carcass onto the metal. That'd need a bit more cooking before it was edible.
Adel's confession caught Kefka off guard; He watched her for a moment before moving to drag a few more pieces of scrap closer to the pile she had started. "There was a time when my magic was limitless," he started, chancing a glance at the darkening sky. The gathering clouds were threatening to give way. "It appears that my own source has been blocked." That was the likely answer, he thought; perhaps the statues had been forced back into alignment. Kefka gave the sorceress a skeptical look. She wasn't an Esper, but what did that mean? Even if she had magicite, it couldn't have possibly caused her to change the way she had. For a moment he remembered the half-esper girl. Could this be...? No, not possible. "We should hurry," he mumbled, tossing a few scraps of wood into a makeshift fire pit, "rain's coming."
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Post by Adel on Oct 3, 2008 4:33:50 GMT -5
“Of course.” Adel responded to Kefka’s explanation in a most peculiar tone. It was almost sarcastic, but at the same time it contained subtle hints of empathy. Not sympathy, of course, but she could certainly relate. Even though he was probably lying, it would be quite a coincidence if two previous masters of magic, now pleased to muster up the most elementary of spells, had ended up with one another. She was mildly curious about how the roustabout had convinced himself of his godliness. Before she could pry, or even decide if she would, he interrupted her thoughts with news of rain. Adel had been so focused on moving the scraps around that she’d failed to notice the weather. She would need to be more observant in the future.
“Of course.” Adel repeated in regards to the news of what would, with her luck, probably be a hurricane. She began propping the sheets against one another awkwardly as she realized she’d poorly thought this out. “Well?” She asked with an air of exasperation as she gestured to the sheets at they promptly fell over. She rolled her eyes as the sound they made as they hit the ground served as a sort of punctuation of her one-word question.
“I’m not an engineer.” She complained, looking for Kefka to do something. At that point, however, she realized that the clown was probably even less suited to this task than she was. Even if he actually had constructed that tower, she would rather he not build anything with the potential to fall on her as she slept. Figuring that she might try magic, Adel gestured to the sheets for a moment before looking back at her hand in hesitation. She had no desire to shrink further.
Still, she couldn’t swear off magic, and practice was the only way she could think of to regain her full power. Picking up the sheets and propping them up against one another again, Adel focused for a moment before casting a Fira spell where the two met. It was a more concentrated version of the spell, of course, as the traditional combat variant would probably have blown the sheets apart. While it served to turn the sheets bright red where the spell struck, it did not melt them to the point where they could be connected.
She sighed then, looking herself over to find that, as a small comfort, she hadn’t noticeably changed. Her ability cast Fira now was also of mildly satisfying note. “Fine.” She conceded quietly, picking up the same two and propping them up as a sort of makeshift tent. It would almost certainly blow over, but she couldn’t think of any other way to build the thing. Feeling out of her element was not something Adel enjoyed, and this whole day had been one giant element for her to be out of. It would be a short few moments before there was a stiff breeze that caused the two sheets to fall over.
Her patience had been tried. It was time for violence.
Her face turning a much deeper shade of purple than it normally was, Adel, reached down and lifted one of the sheets clean over her head before smashing it down angrily into the other. She then did so again, harder. It was rather cathartic to destroy things; a lesson she’d learned early in life, and which she put to use rather often. She did this three more times before feeling a spectacular rush and hearing the odd sound of metal tearing. To Adel’s momentary surprise, the sheet she had been holding had torn into the one she’d been hitting. As luck would have it, they had been smashed together on a reasonably useful angle.
“That had better be edible by the time I’m finished here.” She called over to Kefka as she realized how she was going to have to make this shelter. Heavy lifting was another thing Adel did not enjoy.
((Sorry if I rambled too far without letting you do anything. I didn't like this post, but I couldn't think of how scraps could fit together to make a shelter that wouldn't just blow over in a storm. Hulk smash seemed like a good route.
Regaining the sorceress power of enhanced strength. Sounds like it would be one of the more basic ones. It was demonstrated by Edea against a certain someone when she skewered him with her hand and lifted the somewhat portly man using a fully extended arm. I figure Adel would be a little stronger given her muscle mass compared to Edea. Also, I know that breaks the “one move per turn” rule, but I assume that only matters in combat.))
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Post by Kefka Palazzo on Oct 4, 2008 23:31:09 GMT -5
"Nor am I," Kefka muttered, turning away from Adel to set towards the task he had taken on. He gathered what little wood he could find, pushing it into a pile with some dried weeds. What they had would at least last them through the night, and from what he could tell they would soon be upon fertile ground. With a sigh, he dragged the scrap with the meat on top of the pile of kindling, propping it up on yet another scrap. For a moment he was grateful for the ruined state of his tower, leaving him with a sour taste in his mouth as he lit a fire underneath their food. A rather loud racket behind him roused him from his thoughts.
Kefka stared over his shoulder at the sorceress who was now smashing sheets of metal together. Brow raised, he watched as she managed to successfully connect the two pieces through brute force. He swallowed thickly. If she could do that to a sheet of metal... The court mage shivered at the thought, turning back back to his work with resolve. He did, however, have to chance a smirk at the destructive glee she seemed to have been experiencing; He didn't have to like the woman to understand how she felt. In fact, if he had the strength she did, he'd likely join her.
Instead, he prodded at the worm meat, and took a tentative bite from a small piece. Kefka's nose wrinkled; it wasn't terrible. At least, not as terrible as he thought it would be. It just tasted like, well, sand. He shrugged, standing and wiping his hands. "It's edible, are you done?" he asked somewhat cattily, stopping to amend his previous statement. "Well... edible is relative. Edible? Sure. Appetizing? Not really." At least they'd have something to drink tonight. On that note, he got to work devising some sort of trough to catch rainwater. They'd need water, and there would be plenty of it coming.
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Post by Adel on Oct 6, 2008 4:42:34 GMT -5
“Edible is not rel-...” Adel sighed, not willing to bother correcting the idiot. It was unfortunate that the worm was unappetizing, though. What Adel wouldn’t do for a banquet in her palace right now. Who Adel wouldn’t kill for a bottle of wine or a tall glass of Malboro Blood. Kefka was certainly not on that list. Kefka was, if anywhere, on the list of people Adel would actually pay to kill in other circumstances. Any theoretical list of people Adel was unwilling to kill would consist of Ellone and no one else.
Ellone. Adel had nearly forgotten about her after all this time. There was a time and a place to be looking for her, though. She would find her successor long before she had any actual need for one. Adel wasn’t exactly on the verge of death, after all. She was a young woman of…well…exact figures weren’t important. The point was that she’d get around to finding Ellone once she was in no danger of shrivelling up in the desert, found dead with the bludgeoned body of a clown next to her.
After some work, a lot of cursing, and at least one attempt to scream the shelter into making itself, it was done. It was probably about time she did finish, too, given the fact that it had started raining two minutes before she was done.
Sitting across from Kefka in the fire-lit shelter, Adel grumbled as she choked down another hunk of worm; her strands clinging to her face, back, and horns as her braid threatened to unravel. She’d only been in the rain a couple minutes, but apparently when it rained it poured in Centra. The meat’s taste was nowhere near as awful as its slimy texture, and so when she became full she was happier than any normal person should be once they can’t eat any more. She was full, tired, and bored, and so she reached for the water; gulping down all she wanted before plopping it down as a sign that she was finished. Kefka had set up a means to catch water, and she had bent small sheets of metal into bowl-like apparatuses for catching water. Unfortunately, while this was allowing them access to much needed water, she had no idea how they were going to take it with them. Strong as she was, she couldn’t make bottles out of flat metal. She had sand and she had fire, but Adel was no glass blower.
“Will we be there by tomorrow night?” Adel asked, figuring she wouldn’t actually need to take the water if the rest would be a relatively short trip. So help her, if he said no she was going to rethink eating him for the forty-sixth time that day.
((Bluuuuh. Bad post is bad. I just sort of trail off there. Sorry.
I made Malboro Blood up once. I think I had a couple fictional alcoholic drinks made up, including real ways to make them. My only problem was that I don’t drink, so I have no idea how any of them taste. Probably bad. I’m reading the ingredients now. Two cups of rum!? What the hell is wrong with me!?))
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Post by Kefka Palazzo on Oct 7, 2008 23:54:04 GMT -5
"We should," Kefka mumbled, barely chewing a piece of worm meat before swallowing it down, face set into a seemingly permanent frown as he ate. Of course, they wouldn't be in Tzen by the next night or any other night. It appeared to him that the little town had been wiped entirely off the map by now; he was sure that, if the town still existed, they would be standing in the middle of it now. And they weren't, so what became of the ruins? Kefka didn't particularly care, but something about it rattled him. If Tzen was not there, then that greatly increased his chance of being eaten by that beast of a woman, even if she was less a beast now than before. What would he do tomorrow night to convince the sorceress to keep walking, and that-- perhaps-- he had simply miscalculated the distance to the nearest town. Even if he could, how long would it last?
He reached for one of the water-filled bowls near him, drinking as much and as quick as he could without choking himself. While a nuisance, this particular rainstorm served its purpose well; the day had been entirely too long and hot, and he was entirely too drained for his own comfort. Kefka didn't eat much of the worm meat; he knew better. When he was younger, back before everything suddenly clicked and made sense, he had been sent on several recon missions in the desert. Not the fool's errands Gesthal sent him on after his "promotion" to Court Mage, but real ones. Sure, Leo had been an absolute ninny, but he did serve to teach Kefka a few useful things. Eating too much would only slow you down; food takes water to digest and while they had plenty now, they would have little to none tomorrow.
He tossed his last piece of meat back to the fire, a sickening smirk passing over his lips as he thought back to Leo's death. He thought of the look on the blockhead's face as his knife plunged deep into his gut, and of the dull thump his body made when it fell to the ground. A look of betrayal, a cackle and blood. Kefka chuckled softly to himself as he leaned forward, thrusting his face out from under the shelter so that the rain might cool his head. He couldn't recall a time when he had ever been so tired. Determined not to fall asleep sitting upright, he leaned back, blinking his eyes open for a moment. He mumbled something about Espers and statues and gods as he settled into his end of the shelter, curling up with his knife clutched in his hand. It wasn't long before he was out cold.
((Malboro Blood sounds terrible XD You must be bored.
I'm back to three paragraphs again. >.>))
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Post by Adel on Oct 10, 2008 3:44:03 GMT -5
The fact Kefka’s expression had become somewhat eerie for seemingly no reason would have worried Adel if he hadn’t fallen asleep soon afterward. Adel, though, was having trouble sleeping. She didn’t know if it was because she hadn’t truly slept in years, because she was used to sleeping in a comfortable bed in Esthar, or because she suspected Kefka would stab her if he woke up or was, indeed, not sleeping at all. She was very drowsy of course, but something in her would not let her sleep.
And so she sat, leaned again the wall, staring silently at Kefka to be certain he would not wake and slit her throat. Hours passed as the fire slowly dimmed; darkening her surroundings considerably once it went out. Even the embers died out eventually; the warm glow ceasing to grace their impromptu sanctuary.
And so Adel was left with the pitter-patter of the rain and darkness. The lack of lightning meant that there was absolutely no light in the area, so even her eventually adjusted eyes could barely make out her own hand in front of her face. Oh how she was bored. Bored and tired. Over the course of the night Adel had tried sleeping several times, only to catch a second and third wind as her body refused to sleep. A number of times she attempted to use the time for focusing her sorceress powers, but without being able to see what she was striking it would probably not have been a good idea. Not when she was surrounded by a rickety shelter and in the same room with her own guide. Exploding the clod was always tempting, but not in her best interests.
It troubled Adel on a deeply personal level to be confined again, unable to do anything but sit and think. She dug her nails into her hands every so often to relish sensation itself, stretched her legs a number of times, and had a couple bowls of water, but it did little to help the fact that she was still confined. Adel began to feel stir crazy after about two hours in the dark, but she knew she couldn’t step outside in the cold. It wouldn’t do her well to get sick, after all. She had a trek ahead of her, and she had no idea if there would me any medicine in the hole in the wall town that had apparently sprung up in Centra.
So she sat and waited, drumming her fingers on her leg and tapping her foot on the ground. She couldn’t even stand in this blasted tomb.
Tomb. Adel started breathing more heavily as the word popped into her head. Her resolve was cracking with exhaustion as her circumstances built up around her. She was getting physically weaker and less imposing, she had all but lost her powers, she was traveling with someone who she despised but couldn’t kill, and who would no doubt kill her as soon as he could; she wasn’t going to get to sleep tonight, she was lost, she had been betrayed, she had probably been usurped, and she was trapped.
Adel was trapped all over again, now. Tomb, shelter, or desert: she couldn’t leave this place one way or another. At this point Adel began to feel an old madness returning to her. It was a feeling that surfaced every so often while she was in space, interrupting her plots for revenge and assessments of various things regarding her life. It was an extremely unpleasant emotion that she couldn’t quite name. It wasn’t quite fear, nor was it sadness, nor loneliness, nor panic. It was gripping, whatever it was, and it was paralyzing her.
Suddenly Adel was back in space. She couldn’t breathe or feel or move. She couldn’t smell or taste. This time she couldn’t even see, and her thoughts were barely coherent. It didn’t help when the rain became light enough that it was essentially silent out. Only Kefka breathing and the now very light sounds of rain stimulated her ears. Adel’s hands clenched her legs as she struggled to regain herself. Now, whatever the feeling was, it was there with panic. She began making the oddest noise in an attempt to quell the silence. It was almost like humming, but somehow more desperate. As it got louder, Adel was sure somewhere in the back of her mind that she would begin having a breakdown at any moment. Finally, as she felt the feeling breaking away at the last of the willpower she used to hold her sanity in check, it happened. The sun broke, the rain stopped, and she was not trapped any more.
And so Adel bolted.
She was outside as quickly as her legs would take her, running roughly a hundred feet from the shelter before stopping to scream at the top of her lungs. Thrashing at the air, scratching her arms, stomping her feet, and finally falling to her hands and knees; gripping the sand as hard as she could as her breathing slowed. She was free. She wasn’t in space, she wasn’t trapped, and she retained all five of her senses. Her lungs were perfectly functional, and her thoughts were slowly returning to their usual train. Of course she was fine. Adel had nothing to panic about. In fact, she felt entirely ridiculous about the entire debacle. To think she had lost sleep over this silliness.
Picking herself up and brushing off her hands, Adel wiped her face and headed back to camp. Returning to find Kefka awake, probably in no small part due to her foolishness, she simply crossed her arms and gestured her head to the sunrise. “The sun is up. Let’s go.” Was all she said as she picked up her parasol in one hand and downed a piece of worm with her other. Sorceress Adel didn’t need to explain herself to anyone, least of all Kefka. Besides, it amused her somewhat to imagine what explanations for her behaviour the little hobo must have been imagining.
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Post by Kefka Palazzo on Oct 11, 2008 1:18:15 GMT -5
Coppery sweet and smoky. The smell of blood and oil and soot; the smell of industry and machines, and of death and life. There had been a time when Kefka was grateful for the novelty of life-- grateful for what he had been given in the world. Gesthal had provided him with shelter and food and work, and it was all he needed. He was gifted and he was different from the others and this was good because he was perfect for the new project. A prototype for this brand new technology-- And he was so eager! So willing to be something, to do something that might mean greatness because in his time as a general, Kefka had grown increasingly power hungry. He had so much and yet he wanted more.
Even so, as he lay on that cold metal table, being injected with the serum that would give him power, he was scared. Scared of the smells and the sights... of the Esper whose power he had claimed for his own. It was not a feeling that would last long, however, for Kefka had found what he needed-- what he wanted in the change that followed the infusion. As the pain subsided he found that all he could do was laugh and laugh and laugh. Something had gone so wrong, and yet so right, that his thoughts turned from cleansing the world, to controlling the world, to destroying it. Yet he still wanted more.
The smell of blood and soot bit at Kefka's senses as he dreamed. The sun had risen, bringing with it the light heat and the humid air of early morning. He might have slept longer, basking in the heat like a snake, if a loud, tortured scream hadn't jolted him awake. He sat bolt upright, swiping at what was, in his mind, a raging Esper out for revenge. Blinking his eyes open and realizing he was not in immediate danger, he took the time to stretch and dust himself off, peering past the campsite and out the the horizon to gain his bearings. Worm, fire, sand, Adel. He blinked and rubbed his eyes. Adel was not where she ought to be, which triggered a reaction that Kefka did not expect. The madman hurriedly reached out to search himself for wounds, and found that everything was in order. He was alive and unhurt, so... why was the sorceress on her knees in the sand perhaps 30 yards out from the camp? Right, she was crazy.
Strangely satisfied with this answer, Kefka reached for a small hunk of worm meat, watching with a grin as Adel made the trek back to the campsite. She approached just as he finished eating and proceeded to issue an order just as he reached for a bowl of water. He grinned and chuckled, downing as much water as he could manage before he stood and stretched. It would serve them well to get moving early in the day while the sun was at its lowest. Without any real plan, though, Kefka wondered just how long he could get along without Adel noticing something fishy was going on. Continuing in the direction they had been going would obviously take them into the sea; of course, he had never really said that the down would be there, per say, and upon further inspection he noticed that heading slightly South of the direction they started on would lead them into the mountains (mountains? Where had they come from?) where he could possibly lose her. That would be it, then. Without another word, he tucked the little knife into his belt, heading off past the great beast of a worm-- which he kicked another time or two for good measure.
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Post by Adel on Oct 14, 2008 4:52:47 GMT -5
“This is not northwest.” Adel grumbled as she followed the…well, the man. The sorceress had run out of mocking names to call Kefka in her mind, and was entirely too tired to come up with more creative ones. Kefka was heading full-on east now, or maybe even a little southeast. It made sense given the geography, but he’d said the town was northwest, not that the town was northwest and then southwest. “Be more specific about the directions from now on, Kefka.” She ordered, kicking sand as she walked.
The mountains up ahead seemed more familiar to her than the shifting, indistinctive layout she had been seeing in the desert. If she remembered correctly, there was a path between the two mountains that they could take, which would lead into the Centra deadlands. Strange, though, that there seemed to be grass coming up in the distance. It wasn’t hot enough for a mirage just yet, but she didn’t remember any vegetation on Centra.
“Who decided to colonize Centra?” Adel asked, curious as to who would bother setting up a town in this desolate hellhole. It’s not as though it had many natural resources to speak of. Old ruins and a few trees were all she could think of that might be of any use, and the monsters on Centra were some of the most deadly. Even so, she couldn’t help but hope it was Esthar. Even if only on principal.
((I figure as a dictator who invaded other countries, Adel would know her geography pretty well. Just in case anyone thinks she’s remembering her geography a little too clearly.))
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Post by Kefka Palazzo on Oct 14, 2008 22:35:05 GMT -5
"Be more specific about the directions from now on, Kefka," he mimed under his breath, gesticulating for his own amusement. Kefka had a particular distaste for the way Adel said his name; in fact, he didn't much like her saying his name at all, although he supposed anything was better than little man. He shook off a violent twitch, crossing his arms at his chest.
He needed something to hold over her head-- something that would keep her from killing him as soon civilization was in view. If she was anything like him (which, as loath as he was to admit it, she was), she wouldn't think twice about crushing his skull when she didn't need him any longer. But try as he might, she always seemed to be just a step behind him, flaunting her new-found powers. Mocking him and belittling him and-- foul woman! How had she come about her powers, anyway? She couldn't be an Esper; her powers never would have faded this way, and there had been no other prototype Magitek knights. That half-Esper pet project of Gestal's came to mind, though he quickly dismissed it. It simply wasn't possible... and this "Centra" she spoke of?
"I do not know of any Centra," he drew carefully, staring at the tufts of grass appearing underfoot as he trudged forward. The desert was breaking rather abruptly, and Kefka still couldn't fathom why there was a desert there in the first place. He remembered barren wastelands where the dead grass still clung to the charred terrain, but desert? And were those trees he could see just ahead of them? "Where are you from, anyway? You're a magic user... Thamasa?" That was a safe bet. Likely too safe. Although she was odd enough to be a Thamasan.
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Adel
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Hoc est SPARTA.
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Post by Adel on Oct 15, 2008 3:30:38 GMT -5
“Tha-ma-sa?” Adel repeated, the word unfamiliar to her. She had no idea what he was going on about. Perhaps Thamasa was the name of one of the new Centra settlements, but then why ask if she was from it? She couldn’t be native to a village set up so recently. Furthermore, she’d already announced that she was from Esthar earlier. Ah, it hardly mattered. With how mad the poor fool obviously was, Thamasa probably wasn’t even a real place.
“I am the sovereign of Esthar. I already told you that.” She explained patronizingly, rolling her eyes and crossing her arms as she did so. “You must know of Esthar,” Adel continued, noticeably incredulous and growing increasingly frustrated at the expression on the clod’s face. His features seemed to question the validity of her statement as well as her very sanity. “Surely you’re not that stupid!” She demanded, attempting to reason the idiocy out of him as a last resort. “It’s two thirds of the eastern continent, it’s the world’s greatest technological superpower, and it was on its way to ruling the world until I was betrayed.” She finished, still eliciting nothing but that damn look from Kefka. He must have been mocking her. It was the only explanation she could think of that made any sense.
“I went to war with Galbadia, Timber, and the entire Dollet Empire! You’ve been educated enough to talk, damn you! This all happened not six years ago! Good God, I know I haven’t been sealed up that long!” She yelled indignantly. She was done playing his little game. She knew she was right about roughly how long she’d been sealed up, and it was very highly doubtful that she could be off by such a large margin that this man had been born and raised in a world where Esthar was a forgotten nation. If he was telling the truth that there was a village around here, then even his obvious hermit lifestyle wouldn’t keep him from knowing something about civilization. Still, she couldn’t help but be somewhat haunted by the look she was getting from him. It was almost as if she was from another world entirely.
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Post by Kefka Palazzo on Oct 17, 2008 22:58:19 GMT -5
"Oh, right, yes, Esthar, how could I have forgotten?" Kefka rolled his eyes, swooning dramatically for effect. He couldn't quite decide what he found more amusing; that he still bothered to question her sanity, or that she was actually as crazy as she appeared to be. Either way, she was crazy and he was getting a good laugh out of it. Of course, there was the desert, and there was the fact that Tzen had not been where he remembered... but that did not matter. "Unless you're from another planet or something, you've got it all wrong. This is the Southern Continent, we were at war with the Espers and Gesthal controlled the Empire until I overthrew him! Literally! Right off of a very... very high cliff!" Kefka took time to catch his breath, gesturing at Adel with one hand and brushing his hair back with the other. "There's not even an Eastern Continent, just North and South..."
He trailed off, glancing around him suddenly. It made sense now. Maybe, just maybe, the world had restored itself to balance. Perhaps what he had woken up in had, in actuality, been the ruins of Vector. It would explain why Tzen hadn't been there-- no, they had passed that to the North. Now, Kefka didn't particularly remember mountains here, but this would mean that they were now heading toward Miranda. With a cool smile, he turned and began walking once more. Sure, Miranda wasn't the most exciting little town, but it would relieve him of his tormentor.
He shot a nasty glare back at the sorceress as he schlepped through the rapidly disappearing sand; did she really have to be so unpleasant? Before he knew it, he had set into giggles and soon laughter began pouring out of him. He couldn't be sure why he was doing it, but damn it felt good. "Hehe. You're a riot."
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