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sandinmyboots) wrote2012-04-10 06:46 pm
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33.5; meddling with timelines; magic is duct tape;
Kefka arrives at Issei's temple in his usual way, tumbling through a magic door that takes him to whatever room Issei and Lancer are in. He dusts himself off, then salutes. He looks tired but ready for all of this.
"Let's get rid of that contract! Is everyone ready?"
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"Let's get rid of that contract! Is everyone ready?"
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Issei has more than gotten used to worldhoppers showing up in weird ways.
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"If you wish to change your mind, please say so."
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Kefka pulls off his cloak and outer armor, leaving him in his lighter under-armor, then straightens his sleeves in preparation.
"Lancer, you'll want to lie down. This may interfere with your summoning magic and make you feel weak and I don't want you to fall on your face and die."
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He reaches into his bag and pulls out a box. It's wooden, is about the size of a woman's forearm and has several locks on it.
"I brought a focus to help me out, which should make this even safer. Go lie down!"
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Kefka hops onto the bed, cross-legged, the box on his lap.
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Because...well, knowing Kefka it was nothing good.
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Not telling him that this is Sola-ai's arm. Nope. It was already chopped off when he got there, this one was not his fault. Leather and cranky had already clipped it when he had gotten there.
Kefka had snatched Sola, reassured leather and cranky that she and Kayneth were not coming back to the Grail War, and ran. He still had a couple bruises from the bullets, ow. He'd taken her to Kayneth el-jerk and ordered him to get out of town and stop being such a terrible person in exchange for Sola's life and a magic arm.
Whether leather and cranky would intercept them or not was not Kefka's concern. Hopefully, given the distance he'd need to travel, at least one of them would get out of there alive.
And he'd made the world a little better. Or worse. But at least it was different, and the plot was derailed, and that was worth it.
He grips Lancer's foot; he feels his magic roiling inside his body, flowing with every heartbeat.
"You'll live through this."
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He took the hand back to Lancer's time and buried it. Then he came back, got some tea, poured sugar into it until he could taste it, and marched to bed. And now.
He's just. Tired. No, he's angry, roiling. No, there's nothing there but the shell of his body. Ugh. He is so ready to sleep, but his eyes won't close yet.
Stupid temple. Stupid Issei. Stupid Lancer. Stupid existance.
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"Would you like anything for the night?"
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Kefka turns away from Issei, sulking.
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Nope nope. Not getting rid of him.
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Go awaaaaay. Stop pretending to care.
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Nope.
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Why won't he leeeeeave.
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Because he is Issei and he makes a fuss.
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He rolls over to glare at Issei. His make up is mostly gone at this point, a few brushes of red on his eyes.
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Duh.
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"You just want me to stop ruining everything. You don't have to fake liking me. That just makes me more upset."
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