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

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.]]

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[Cefca earns a few stares as he moves in the opposite direction of the flow trickling out. One of the waitresses starts to approach as if to warn him off as he hardly looks like the sort to be involved, but as he seems to know where he's going, looking to the center mass, she steps back.]

This ain't Dublith; if you think you can just waltz on into places and do whatever you want up here all by yourself, then we'll enjoy this! [Greed shrugs remaining rather silent while being spoken down to, glancing about for a clock, then catching sight of Cefca and breaking into a cheerful smile, giving a slight two fingered wave.]

Ou. And with the whole cast assembled, now we can start the Big Show! [Without much of a glance towards his target, Greed makes a blind straight punch at the nearest of the six, still seated, which sends the man and the chair tumbling. It hits more because of shock than any lack of dodging skill or any superb aim or speed of the punch. In an instant, the six are up, moving to spread out in an attempt to surround. Screams ring out from staff as some duck and cover while others make for the exit.]

[Cefca laughs and barrels into the fray.]

[He's not very strong, but he makes up for it by being fast. When one man runs at him, fists swinging, Cefca takes the first punch to the stomach, then uses it to launch his foot neatly at the man's groin.]

[And so the fight goes on.]

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

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