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

[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.

Up to you!

[know-sacrifice.livejournal.com]

I've had days like that. And pillows just don't cut it.

Yeah, I'm doing fine over here. I don't really have any news? And no news is good news, so...

ok! doing it on pearl's \o/

[sandinmyboots.livejournal.com]

I'm going to go over to Greed's world and blow off some steam there.

That's good. Someone should be having a good day in this place.

Sounds good!

[know-sacrifice.livejournal.com]

Dunno who that is, but it sounds like a good plan nonetheless.

Man, I sure hope I'm not the only one. Not that I'm complaining, of course.

[sandinmyboots.livejournal.com]

He runs a bar and helps people out. Nice guy, if a little weird at times.

If this thing's a virus...I've been hearing that people have been aged back or forward to bad times in their lives.

[know-sacrifice.livejournal.com]

Well, he sounds pretty cool, at least.

I dunno, most of the people I've talked to seem to be doing okay? ...Except you, I guess.

[sandinmyboots.livejournal.com]

There's a few others, but...most people seem fairly normal, I suppose. Perhaps I'm shadowboxing thanks to everything.

[know-sacrifice.livejournal.com]

Shadowboxing?

[sandinmyboots.livejournal.com]

Ah, attacking things that aren't there.

[know-sacrifice.livejournal.com]

Oh! Oh, okay, I gotcha.