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Post by Deleted on Jun 14, 2014 12:25:37 GMT -5
KAPOWIE! Direct hit! And oh, how little Elsie screamed... it sent a warm tingle through Kefka's black, shriveled heart. No matter how many times he caused that girl pain and anguish, the sound would be something he would cherish. Now if only he had some way to play it back in stereo...
She gave him a look, then. A look of the most queasy innocence he ever saw. A look that begged why he had struck her with that spell. That begged what he was willing to accomplish by doing this. He had to admit a bit of disappointment due to Elsa's cluelessness. She should have know that it was him behind this womanly facade, she should have guessed that her enemy was staring back at her through magically disguised eyes. And now she was crying for answers when the answer was right in front of her. You started this little foxtrot, baby doll... and now I'm gonna watch you dance to it!
Suddenly, he felt someone grab his arm and twist painfully so that Kefka had to stand up ramrod straight. He glared venomously back at Edgar, gasping in pain at the hold the foppish king had put him in. Screw him for ruining his fun! Heh, seemed in the last few seconds, Edgar had managed to grow a pair and actually threaten Kefka with bodily harm if he continued. That got a devilish grin out of the mad sorcerer as he allowed the Illusion to slip a bit further, his teeth now a stained yellow color when he bared them.
"Oooh, Eddie-boy," he cooed, "Way to take charge of the situation! Very well, let's see how long you can stay on top!" Running his tongue over his teeth, Kefka snickered and returned to his dancing position, latching onto Edgar and holding him close, his red nails now digging into the king's wrist.
"But the rules have changed. Now we got ourselves some competition. You're wrong when you say this is only between us... that frozen hussy made it her business when she decided to interfere! Now I'm gonna show her the real meaning of crossing me... and you're gonna help! Or else my next target is gonna be full of civilians!"
Taking the lead yet again, Kefka waited until the place had quieted down slightly as disgruntled couples went back to their dancing, obviously put off by the confusing display but either not seeing enough or having too gracious of manners to do anything about it. Probably thought it was a fluke between two lovers, nothing to interrupt the evening over. Suited Kefka's purposes just fine in either case. The beat started back up hesitantly, and Kefka and his partner disappeared into the swirling crowd. However, he kept an eye on the frozen queen as he moved, making sure to inch closer and closer as they moved. Finally, they were in range.
Kefka snapped his fingers, a ready Fire in his hand all rarin' to go...
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Post by Deleted on Jun 23, 2014 22:34:58 GMT -5
((Sorry for the short post, Pete's not ready to get his hands dirty just yet.)) Pete leaned forward in his seat. The tension was delicious, he imagined that in any second something spectacularly entertaining was about to go down. Or...everything would just go back to normal. What an anti climax that was! Pete was irate, he was expecting a smack-down and all he got was barely a stare-down! Ooooo his gears were grinding now. If this world was full of people with a sense of integrity and ethics, then it deserved to be torn apart! Buncha party poopers.
He should have begun his rampage right then and there, but his mind forced him to consider an intriguing factor first. The woman had stolen a man from the other woman she attacked. Was the victim simply going to let the magical lass get away with it? Or was she going to lash out and seek revenge? Indeed, Pete could not surely predict what would happen next. Hanging on to the shred of hope that he will get the entertainment he sought, Pete reclined in his seat and folded his hands on his portly belly. If the victim failed to deliver, than surely he would strike up some trouble himself...
Now for a moment I wish to look to the poor conductor of the orchestra, for he shall have an immense role later in the story! In fact, it may be the most important role in any thread ever! Heh, or not. The conductor was indeed quick to provoke the band once more, but something in the back of his mind bothered him. He kept glancing at the reclining performer on the balcony above, wondering what on earth the man could possibly be doing. Did he wish to perform at last? Why didn't he signal to begin his first song? He was just sitting there! A-and his hat! It was blocking his face, could he even see anything? Was he sleeping!? Why would he sleep where he was supposed to sing? Was he mocking the conductor? Was he mocking the entire ballroom? Perhaps even the kingdom itself!? Oh the longer he thought about it, the more livid he became and his conducting became increasingly violent. The attentive orchestra responded in kind, steadily increasing the tempo until the waltz morphed into a rousing march! I ponder, how will this affect the dance floor? My hope is for a lot of tripping but that's probably not likely...
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Post by Deleted on Jun 26, 2014 19:00:35 GMT -5
Contentment. That's what shone behind the woman's dark eyes as Elsa stared into them, clutching her arm, breathing hard in an attempt to steady herself. Greedy, vindicated contentment. The woman was overjoyed at her little Thunder spell connecting with Elsa, with shocking her and humiliating her in front of the whole hall. Not that she knew any of these people for her to be humiliated by. Still, the woman in the striped dress had done nothing short of assault her.
The music began again, rising back to the tempo at which it had been when it'd stopped to betray her scream. Couples reunited, finally prying eyes away from Elsa and the girl in the striped dress as they slipped back into their dances as if nothing had happened. Elsa watched as people spun in their private little circles, arm-in-arm with their lovers or dates, around and away from the troubled couple and their pursuer. Elsa only narrowed her eyes at them before turning her gaze back to the woman who had shocked her, only to find her standing oddly straight, a pained look on her face.
It almost shocked her again to see who was responsible for the sudden shift in the woman's expression. The man she'd been with, Elsa's prize for the evening, stood behind her, twisting her arm at an odd angle. Elsa watched as the woman licked her lips, baring her teeth at him, until she spun around and reclaimed her position as his dance partner, pushing herself unnecessarily close and digging her nails into his wrist. Elsa frowned. She couldn't tell what it was, but something seemed off about her. She was too quick to fight back, too vindictive in her mannerisms to be merely angry at her for stealing her partner. And the way he had held the other woman, her arm bent behind her, hurting her, was equally as suspicious.
It began to dawn on Elsa that the woman in question might not be exactly what she seemed, and it looked like her prize had caught onto that, too. While the other couples continued to spin and twist around them, the three of them seemed to be locked in a war of gazes, subtle eye movements and discreet glances charged with emotions that separated them from the rest of the dance hall. She didn't even know that the strange creature who had caused the ruckus that had quieted the band was watching her intently, waiting for her to retaliate, brewing trouble should she not. Elsa began to move towards them as she watched the woman lean into him now, her lips moving, telling him something that Elsa couldn't hear. She scanned her prize's face for his reaction.
Then the music sped up as the orchestra, seemingly urged on by something or someone, quickened into a flurry of notes. She cast a glance up at the ensemble on stage, her gaze drifting across the cast of characters sat behind brass instruments, fingers flying, lips blowing and feet tapping as their song lifted the mood in the hall to another level of intensity and joviality. She turned her head back towards the dance floor, looking for her prize and the dastardly woman in the striped dress. Her eyes widened when she realized they'd moved, that they were no longer where they were when she'd looked to the band and that she'd lost them amongst the throngs of other couples making their way in a lazy circle around her. She spun in place, clearly being ostracized by her fellow dancers, but for the moment she didn't care about them and whatever they thought of her.
That woman was up to something. And Elsa wanted to keep her eye on her.
She spun around again...
Only to find the very woman she sought closing in on her from the wave of couples that swept precariously close by, a ball of fire lit in her hand, a devilish grin on her face and a familiar look in her malevolent green eyes.
Of course.
How could she have missed it? Hadn't he pulled this stunt on her before?
Kefka.
She didn't have time to widen her eyes. The woman -- an almost perfect disguise, though Elsa kicked herself for not taking note of the colours of her gown more closely; they were dead give-aways, now that she considered them -- was practically grabbing for her wrist, eager to burn her, no doubt. Elsa acted as swiftly as Kefka had when he'd stolen her away from her prize and threw her to the dance hall floor. The storm in her chest gave a determined whirl and Elsa advanced, her own hand brimming with icy magic as she pressed her ice-ridden palm to the woman's palm, clenching her fingers around Kefka's hand and using her other hand to rip him away from her prize. She spun the disguised clown around to that they became two women, locked in a dance together, Elsa's icy hand gripping Kefka's burning one, her other hand now fastened around Karla's hip.
She bore into Kefka's eyes with her own.
"We're leaving. The two of us. Now," she hissed as quietly as she could. "Make one wrong move and everyone will know."
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Post by Deleted on Jul 15, 2014 20:58:20 GMT -5
"I certainly don't plan on taking the bottom, Kefka." He replied. He knew the pun was intended, Edgar wasn't shy in that aspect. If Kefka wasn't going to pretend to be a woman anymore, he was not going to treat him as such. "But she is now a target because I flirted with her? Or because she seemed interested in a dance? This is insane, even for you." He replied with a frown. This whole situation did not make sense. Now that he thought of it, why would Kefka need his assistance with the young woman. There was no logical reason that Kefka would want his help. If anything, Kefka would want him to stand out of the way and not interfere.
The King began to sense the wheels turning in his head as he loosened his grip on the clown's wrist. At this moment in time, Edgar did not have much of a choice in his actions. If he made a move now, every single living being in the hall would not see the sun rise. He placed his hands properly and continued the dance, his eyes not moving from the clown. The threat was obvious and Edgar was not going to be caught off guard in this situation. But, he was not going to allow innocents to get caught in the crossfire. They were not involved in this. This war was between Edgar and Kefka, plain and simple.
The pain shot through his wrist as Kefka dug his nails in. At this moment, the clown had the upper hand. The King of Figaro knew when he was outmatched. A hint of discomfort showed on his face as they continued the facade. Edgar also felt himself clench his teeth, fighting the war going on inside his head. The clown had put him in a bit of a headlock. There was a choice on the table that he needed to make and quickly. The first option, the one his heart wanted to make, was to stop the sorcerer in his tracks and protect the lovely woman that Kefka was targeting. The other option was when logic clicked in. If he failed to protect Elsa, then he put everyone in the castle in peril. Did the life of the one matter more than the lives of the many? It was a tough choice he would have to make, and quickly. He was no match for Kefka on his own, he knew that much.
"I won't let you harm any bystanders, Karla." He replied, his tone still strong as he spoke at a comfortable volume. They continued to dance as felt Kefka remove his hand to conjurer the fire magic. Elsa was now in view as they approached, Edgar seeing the realization in her own eyes. Woman tended to be rather easy to read. She knew exactly who Karla was, which meant that Kefka knew her before tonight. Edgar was not the only one Kefka had a grudge against it seemed. The plan began to click in his head. Edgar could not fight Kefka alone. However, from the ice forming in the young woman's hand, he would not have to.
He moved to trip up Kefka in their dance, hoping to gain the upper hand and catch Kefka off his game. Instead, Elsa managed to cut in and threaten Kefka herself. It was rather daring. So daring, she obviously didn't know the clown well enough. He let out a defeated sigh and shook his head. He needed to play on the end that he was assisting Kefka if he wanted to protect everyone else in the hall. He was not pleased with what he was going to do, but it needed to be done. With little effort, he wrapped his left arm around Elsa's waist in order to pick her up and move her out of Kefka's grasp. In his current position, it wasn't suspicious for them to be this close. He turned, his face hidden by Elsa as he turned and backed up. He spoke quietly before letting her feet touch the ground again, still holding her in his firm grasp. "He's dangerous. Just trust me."
He held her at his side, the height difference more obvious now. He stood tall to make eye contact with Karla. "....You cannot seek revenge like this so publicly if you want to keep up appearances, Karla. You're contradicting yourself.... people are beginning to stare. How were you planning on playing this?" He asked, his volume appropriate for their surroundings. To everyone in the ball room, it seemed to be a lover's spat. He just hoped to Kefka it seemed like he was going to assist with the revenge in order to spare the civilians. This would make it easier to keep everyone safe and annihilate Kefka as a threat as well, depending on how strong Elsa was. He didn't even know the woman's name yet, only that she was stunning and had a sense of humor.
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Post by Deleted on Aug 20, 2014 13:23:18 GMT -5
He could see her, she was coming up right in the cross hairs! All he had to do was toast that pretty little face a charred black, and then his evening would be complete! And yet... something was different. Kefka noticed a slight change in the way the Ice Queen composed herself upon his advance from half the ballroom away. Recognition, followed swiftly by venomous purpose. She saw through his disguise and realized him for who he truly was.
Peh, took the dumb cow long enough.
She certainly wasted no time in meeting him halfway. The cold rushed up with her and at once, Kefka felt himself separate from Edgar and join hands with the freezing touch of Elsa. Her ice cancelled his Fire, both proving equal in terms of magical prowess. But no matter, the sorcerer had other means to deal with this. The witch whispered her command through that royal tongue of hers that he so despised her using against him. Through the discomfort of the chill of her touch, Kefka gave a shaky grin. "Oh, silly little Snowflake, w-what do you think my plan was this entire time!?" And then, he activated Drain.
Kefka was testing a theory here. Logically, all magic within the universe operated under the same fundamental principles, it was just that their outlets and differing ways of creation from planet to planet were unique. However, he was unsure. Elsa's troll-blessed magic should theoretically function the same was as Espers did, and remembering the little stunt he pulled back in Vector and the Esper homeworld, he could just suck it down til she was bone-dry. And with a rush, he found that he was correct. Immediately, euphoria gripped him slightly as the ice queen's magic flowed from her and into him, a conduit of untapped otherworldly force that flowed into his veins. He didn't have time to take much, however, as yet again he was interrupted.
The connection was severed as Edgar swooped in and ripped Elsa from his leech-like grasp. Kefka gave a gasping snarl as he realized that all of a sudden, he was now outnumbered. Individually, he wouldn't have had a problem taking these clowns on. But together... they could take him.
Well, it was a good thing he had just finished draining a bit of Elsa's magic, wasn't it?
Again came the slimy chuckle as the beautiful face of Karla gave a derisive sneer at both of them. "Looks like the Moogle's out of the bag... alright. I wanted to play this covert, but whatever. Now we can kick things off with a BANG!!!" Before anyone could react, Karla dropped the Illusion spell and threw out a quick Firaga blast to propel him backwards into the air, where he now floated over the aware dignified people in all his multicolored, painted glory.
He tossed a Meteor around just to get their attention, the fiery balls of energy bouncing through the marble walls and into corridors adjoining the main ballroom, as well as flying up into the balcony seats and dislodging a rather unscrupulous watcher from the stands.
"Ladies and parasites, so glad you could join us this fine evening," Kefka howled over the top of his lungs. "I'm so glad you've enjoyed the little dance party up to now, but I've grown rather bored. So now, we're gonna switch tonight's entertainment venue to something a little more... destructive!"
And with that, he zoomed off around the ballroom, throwing spell after spell at the stampeding audience, indiscriminate and laughing his head off. "Run, run, run, before you're well done! UWEE HEE HEE!"
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Post by Deleted on Sept 7, 2014 18:24:08 GMT -5
Good things come to those who wait. Just as predicted, the two women would clash and then...one of them would turn into a guy...and then start throwing fireballs everywhere-you know what maybe waiting wasn't the best idea. Pete ducked as a fireball flew over his head, and while in his lower position he took a moment to examine the once feminine male. He has a clownish appearance, and was totally dominating the scene with his chaotic antics. How dare this chump steal Pete's thunder before he even did anything? Pete stood, intending to show this punk how it's really done. However the fiend would soon come up-close an personal and attack Pete directly! Now, the old Pete would have cowered in fear as he was being attacked, but this new Pete was as sharp as a thimble! He got into a tusslin' stance as the clown approached him and was preparing to fight back...but then a fireball blew him right off of the balcony and onto the ground. This was enough to convince the fat cat that perhaps it would be best to co-operate with this being rather than antagonize.
Pete quickly picked himself off of the scorched ground and looked up at the clown. Time to show this punk up. Without further delay, Pete raised his hands and snapped his fingers. There was a loud 'Poof' sound soon after, signaling the arrival of five heartless minions of the "Surveillance Robot" species. Pete let out a devious laugh to alert any of those left present of his intentions, before throwing off his hat to reveal his inhuman features.
"Well well well, what do we have here? Tryin' to start the party without ol' Pete huh? Welp, I hope you don't mind if I'm a bit late! Get to it boys!" The heartless let out a high-pitched whirring sound before flying off to complete their duties. Pete cackled as his minions got to work, watching gleefully as they fired a variety of laser attacks all over the ballroom. Brushing off the fact that the jerk just got done throwing him to the ground, Pete looked up to the clown and yelled up to him, "How's about we take this party on da town? I hear the weather's nice outside...though a tad smokey!" Pete bellowed out a laugh before hitching a ride on one of his low-floating minions. The heartless sparked under the intense weight of its master, but held him up as best it could. "Take it to the streets boys!" Pete ordered with a gleeful tone. The heartless obeyed, ceasing their attacks and following their leader out of the ballroom and into the halls.
By the way the conductor was knocked out by a fire ball. Oh well.
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