33.5; meddling with timelines; magic is duct tape;

[sandinmyboots]

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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[unknownrival]

"Anything else?"

Issei can deal with tsun.

[sandinmyboots]

"Do you have any books about your temple?"

[unknownrival]

"More than you could possibly read in your stay."

[sandinmyboots]

"I'd like one that explains the basics!"

[unknownrival]

"I'll get you one."

[sandinmyboots]

"Excellent!"

And Kefka hops back on the bed, pleased.

[unknownrival]

Issei is off to go get that stuff.

[sandinmyboots]

Kefka waits, idly playing with a flame manifested over his fingertips. As a god, it can't hurt him. And the lights and heat are darling after a stressful day.

[unknownrival]

Issei comes back with that stuff, taking a few trips so as not to get the curry and the tea on the book.