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Who: Karakael & Kefka
What: Karakael shows Kefka around his crazy homeworld
When: Shortly after the not!halloween party
Where: Uran S'Varek, and whatever other planets Kefka wants to visit.
Warnings: Probably talking about the past and some slight triggers?

Uran S'Varek is a strange world, accessed by an even stranger highway. The Overcosm was once described as the dreams of the sleeping galaxy, and the crazy-colors that streak through it only serve to highlight that claim. It was only through years of training that Karakael even dared to fly through it alone. But now he is experienced enough to travel with guests and link them to the world he calls his home: Uran S'Varek, the world at the center of the galaxy.

They dematterialize at his palace on the edge of the Southern Rift, an arid wasteland stretching as far as the eye can see in a flat expanse, no curve to the view as the planet beneath them is so large as to seem almost flat. The desert meets the green sky somewhere in the haze of distance, but the scale can be shocking to those who have never been on a super-massive world before.

To the left, desert. To the right, a yawning void of pitch blackness; the entrance into the black hole that takes up the planets heart. It too is massive, simply appearing as a flat plain of total darkness. Between is a ruined city, buildings falling into dust and decay, the only sound of life the echoing voices of children as they call instructions back and forth to each-other, playing war-games in the street as they wait for their master to return.

Karakael turns back to Kefka as his feet hit the ground, and smiles. "Not much to look at, I know. But I call it home."

Date: 2012-02-27 04:21 pm (UTC)
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"This is not much to look at? Are you going to tell me that dragons are just lizards next? That the moon is just a rock in the sky?"

Kefka spins as he hits the ground with both feet, trying to drink everything in. The world is flat, too flat - he knows intellectually that other worlds are not donut-shaped like his own, but this is one of the first ones that hammers it in, lacking the steep curve into the horizon that his own world has.

It smells like mold and people, musty, and electronics, acrid, and there's echoes of children, high-pitched and scattered, complementing the susserations of the wind. It's warm, but not so warm as to blanket him in heat; it's dry enough that he can almost feel his lips cracking. The world is painted in wide swathes of color, green and black and gold and blue-grey chunked buildings, like some modernist painter decided to get creative with his color squares.

And then there's magic. Another world with no magic; a void in his senses, filled only by himself.

"I like it!"

Date: 2012-02-27 05:12 pm (UTC)
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"Aha! The moon on my world is a gemstone made of ice, and dragons are - how did you get them that big? Most creatures would collapse under their own weight at that size!"

Kefka stops his spin in front of Karakael and pops back up with a Float spell, poised like a dancer.

"Show me a view you love."

Date: 2012-03-01 06:09 pm (UTC)
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"Yes...monsters got bigger underwater on my world, too, but I never did study marine life."

And he nods, creating sparks of lightning from his fingers. "Even if magic is not here, I bring my magic with me! I am a furnace who fuels and runs myself. I'll get fatigued easier here, certainly, but I'm hard to tire out most of the time! And there's enough magic back at home that my absence won't wreck the world's magic."

He dances forward on air, creating a small whirlwind of dust under his feet.


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