4.5; ringrolled; the camera is magic and spies on him; he used to spell his name with a C

[sandinmyboots]

warning for blood, discussion of violence and emotional instability of the lead

"Cefca, you were screaming," comes the voice, and the camera pans over Cefca, eyes downcast, his whole body shaking. His room is small and spartan, furnished only with bed and bookshelf and a few badly-drawn pictures taped up around a calendar. He breathes slowly, once, twice, tucks a strand of oily blonde hair behind his ear, and turns to the door.

"Dr. del Norte Marquez," he replies at last, forcing a smile, "it's nothing. Read a bad book."

The doctor steps in, pulling down his coat's hood. del Norte Marquez is old for his age, a balding red-head, but his body language suggests concern. "You've been in isolation for study of your magic for a week now. Are you sure it's not bothering you too much?"

"Until we find out why it's been acting wrong, no, it's fine. Celes visits me every few days and you're here like clockwork for lunch; that's more than enough."

"Are you sure?" del Norte asks.

"Yes, I'm sure."

"If it's--"

"I'M SURE!" Cefca snarls, face twisting obscene. del Norte startles; Cefca's face turns ashen, and he turns away. "I'm sure. I'm sure I'm sure. We both know why I'm in here."

Silence falls.

After a long moment, del Norte looks away, to a discarded mirror. "Have you been playing with magic? There's something in the mirror."

"Like what?"

"It looks like a ring."

And in a flash of gold and green, Cefca shoves del Norte away and grabs the mirror. The camera pans around, showing a flash of Samara's video before returning to Cefca's stricken face.

"Ce--"

"Get out, Cid," Cefca says. "Get OUT!"

And del Norte leaves, giving Cefca wide-eyed looks. Cefca stares into the mirror, twitching, before hurling it into the ground with a scream of rage. It shatters; Cefca looks down at it, at shards, before looking around and about.

"I've seen it, curse girl. 's a low trick, that. Are you coming to get me now? Ahahahahaha...."

[[young!Kefka just got ringrolled.]]

Comments

[Video]

[material_guy]

Problems? Seem kinda stressed out.

Y'know. With the snapping. And the yelling. And the mirror breaking.

[Video] 1/3?

[sandinmyboots.livejournal.com]

I'm FINE!

[Video] 2/3

[sandinmyboots.livejournal.com]

I'm fine. I'm fine, Greed, I...

[Video]

[sandinmyboots.livejournal.com]

....I'm having a terrible day.

[And he sits heavily on his bed.]

I'm not even sure how the book's filming this. I'm starting to think it's grown eyes on the walls, ahaha...

[Video]

[material_guy]

Then, that ain't what you'd call fine. It's what you'd call stressed out. It's what bad days do to ya. And this place's kinda famous for capturin' those for posterity.

[Video]

[sandinmyboots.livejournal.com]

You mean I get everyone commenting on this? Oh, just great. Not only am I cursed and my doctor thinks I'm going off the deep end, but everyone gets to see! Gods beDAMNit!

[He rubs his eyes, scowling.]

I just want to go punch things until they stop moving. Then punch them some more. I could kill for a worldhop to a bar brawl, I swear.

[Video]

[material_guy]

Don't got a world hop to get you there, but I can get'cha a bar full'a people who need a little roughing up if you take care of the transport. How violent you lookin' to get?

[Video] should we handwave the worldhop?

[sandinmyboots.livejournal.com]

I can do that, I think.

You said you have bar brawls where you hide bodies afterward, right? People lose teeth and limbs and things.

I have no icons to show it, but Scrooge is around 30 years old 8|;;

[madeitsquare]

I don't mean any offence, pal, but you look like you're getting stranger and stranger by the day.

ok! :Dd

[sandinmyboots.livejournal.com]

I'm your lawful wedded wife and that's what you've got to say to me? No worries about curses or anything?

[But despite the snarking, the tone indicates he's glad to hear from Scrooge again.]

Also, don't watch any videos posted by little girls, they're contagious.

[madeitsquare]

Just because I got caught up in something called an Intranet doesn't mean I have to start believing in curses or... whatever else you're going on about.

he's klondike era, right? a-also, putting off the pants post until virus is done

[sandinmyboots.livejournal.com]

Look, don't watch it. It got in my mirror! You're tougher than the toughies and smarter than the smarties, but that thing gave me the creeps. Stay away from it.

Righto! <3

[madeitsquare]

It's not like I've got any time to waste anyway.

the are so cute ;;

[sandinmyboots.livejournal.com]

Exactly! There's no stopping until you're the richest duck in the world! Not until the name 'Scrooge' is synonymous with money overflowing! Just like I can't stop until I reach the top!

[know-sacrifice.livejournal.com]

...Are you all right, man?

[sandinmyboots.livejournal.com]

...no.

[He's on the bed, rubbing his eyes. There's still shards of mirror on the floor around him.]

[know-sacrifice.livejournal.com]

[She leans closer to her webcam, looking concerned.]

What's going on?

[sandinmyboots.livejournal.com]

...I just got cursed, I'm on medical leave--although Winry says that my post on that got replaced by something about castles and robots--my magic's not working properly, every little thing plays on my nerves like a pianist and despite my book being under my bed, I'm pretty sure that whatever happened got impossibly perfect angles to spy on me at.

[He looks up, folding his hands; compared to the him of the future, he looks tired, his nails are bitten to stubs, and his hair's gotten messy.]

[know-sacrifice.livejournal.com]

Christ, man. That....probably explains why you look like shit, huh?

psst -- should he ask her about the Ring here or on Pearl's post?

[sandinmyboots.livejournal.com]

Yeah, that'd explain it. I just want to go punch something until it stops moving.

[brb smothering the pillow]

I feel like crap right now. Tell me you've got it better right now, I need good news.

[delilahs-reaper.livejournal.com]

...are you alright? What was that?

[sandinmyboots.livejournal.com]

Maybe, and an angry ghost. A really angry ghost. She spreads her spell by a video of her, and she's just infected me.

'm sorry you had to see that. I'm usually not such a mess, ahahaha...

[delilahs-reaper.livejournal.com]

Really? There's a ghost here?

It's alright. I just hope you're not hurt.

[sandinmyboots.livejournal.com]

Yes. Stay away from her as much as possible. She gives me the creeps and I broke my mirror...

A few cuts, but nothing a potion can't handle.

[delilahs-reaper.livejournal.com]

Alright. I'll do my best to stay away from her.

That's good, then.