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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No, no, that's not it.

[locked between me and Greed, to be found only by us]

That's violence of the level I want.

I got one on the books we could handle like that. We'll take a little out of town vacation; it's not good to party too hard at home, y'know.

Book a world hop and I'll book a party.

Sounds beautiful. Give me a few minutes.

[in here goes worldhop shenanigans]

Ok, I'm ready to go. Where am I meeting you?

There's a little town between Dublith and Rush Valley. [Have some address details/coordinates!]

It's an inn and bar. I'll have 'em wound up and ready to swing the minute ya walk in.

Alright.

[And in a few minutes, he's in town. He's put his hair up in a tight bun and his hands are tightly bandaged, mostly to protect his knuckles in the upcoming--he's healed up the cuts from the mirror.]

[Cefca leans against a wall and pulls out a bottle of milky liquor, spinning it and watching the fluid spin.]

[At the given address is a large bar and inn combined, and a rather high class looking one at that. To be frank it seems a little upscale for Greed's tastes; the front desk is currently closed as all staff have been called to deal with a nuisance in the bar.

Greed assumes the address and the ruckus of people talking outside about high tensions and a potential fight will serve as invitation enough. The hard part is keeping from throwing the first punch before Cefca shows up, but worldhops are speedy once one is secured, and transit in Amestris is a bit slow at times, so he hasn't been there more than fifteen minutes. Most of the uninvolved patrons are quietly making their way out still.

Inside and in total there are six burly sorts, aside from Greed, ill suited to the scenery but nevertheless situated as if they own the place, in a talk about territorial rights, and how this is not Dublith.]

[After a moment, Cefca puts the ether away--it'll taste better after the fight--and goes searching.]

[It only takes him about two minutes to find the classy bar--wow, he hasn't seen anything like that since that time he was on break in Albrook, all lights and lace--he wanders in. Cefca's shorter than most of the people there and not interested in dealing with civilians, wanders through the crowd in the halls mostly unnoticed, and slips into the bar.]

[And he smiles at the six brawny types, giggles in delight.]

What a wonderful disaster you've created!

[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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