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[Karakael rarely moves through the Overcosm quickly, and never relies only on instinct. It is too easy for the swirl of colors to take him where his mind would rather be going, rather than to the problem he needs to face.

So he doesn't arrive at Issie's temple at a run, but instead at a leisurely pace which takes only a few seconds of community time only because of the time differential between his galaxy and that of the community.

But he arrives immediately in front of Kefka, grabs him by the lapels, and tugs him backwards into his universe.]

We need to talk.

Date: 2012-04-06 05:23 pm (UTC)
sandinmyboots: (SON OF A SANDWORM)
From: [personal profile] sandinmyboots
Kefka was sitting outside Issei's temple before everything started, ripping petals off a flower he found nearby with a searing intensity.

Now, the flower falls onto the tile of Karakael's palace as Kefka stumbles into it. He shrieks in wordless rage and shoves Karakael away from him, not caring if his clothing tears or if either of them would be injured.

Date: 2012-04-06 05:29 pm (UTC)
sandinmyboots: (bring it on!)
From: [personal profile] sandinmyboots
"I can do that!" Kefka howls, sweeping his cloak around in a suitably dramatic manner before starting the hand movements to cast Firaga. "You may want to kill me, but you can't! I'll kill you first!"

Because he knows Karakael wants to kill him, he knows, he knows, he's unreliable and he hates him and Kefka's going to kill him kill him kill him and strangle him and kill him and why is this happening against kill kill kill -

Date: 2012-04-06 05:42 pm (UTC)
sandinmyboots: (bwahaha)
From: [personal profile] sandinmyboots
"Fi-ra-ga!" Kefka yells, shoving his hands forward. The fireball follows his aim, flying straight at Karakael.

Date: 2012-04-06 05:56 pm (UTC)
sandinmyboots: (too much boring and not enough burning)
From: [personal profile] sandinmyboots
Kefka shrieks again, and proceeds to cast and toss a multitude of spells at the force field, from ice spikes to lightning bolts to crushing waves of water and more.

None of them pierce.

He tries destroying the floor of the palace to get to that Vara, wherever she is, which crumbles the floor but does not pierce. Kefka floats, screaming, his fingers digging so deeply into his hands that blood is starting to drip from them. He is a shell and his anger barely starts to fill the hole, he is a shell and he will fill himself with screams and blood and and and -

"Fine! If. That. Doesn't. Work - ! You, you, you awful sickening nosy busybody overobsessed cringing cat-faced I hate hate hate hate hate hate hate hate hate hate hate hate you! I hate you! Hate you hate you hate you!"

He yanks his hair hard, staining some of it rusty with blood, then starts to do hand gestures for another casting.

Date: 2012-04-06 06:12 pm (UTC)
sandinmyboots: (let the forsaken laugh~!)
From: [personal profile] sandinmyboots
"Shut up! I hate everyone and everything! It's all nonsense and it has to die! Die die die die die die! I hate it I hate it I hate I hate I hate I hate - !"

Kefka blasts the walls with fire, then drags his nails down his face.

"I don't care! I'll kill everything! You, me, her, all of this! We'll all die!"

Date: 2012-04-06 06:24 pm (UTC)
sandinmyboots: (SON OF A SANDWORM)
From: [personal profile] sandinmyboots
"I know that!"

Kefka tosses another fireball at the barrier uselessly.

"That's why I'm going to kill everything now! I won't let anything else beat me to them! You, her, all of the community...I have called dibs on them! You're all mine to kill! I hate you all and you have to die!"

He's almost sobbing at this point. Kefka is an empty vessel; rage and frustration fill him like acid, burning, and he'll kill everything to show them exactly. How serious. He is.

"Get out of that, you coward! Cowards, cowards, all of you! Vara and you and everyone! I'll destroy you all! I'll give you death....the death you deserve!"

Date: 2012-04-07 02:19 am (UTC)
sandinmyboots: (let the forsaken laugh~!)
From: [personal profile] sandinmyboots
"No, you haven't!"

Kefka flies over to the force field and slams his fists into it. It doesn't budge, but his knuckles split from the force of the blow. Kefka snarlsmiles, shaking, and rams his fists against the field again and again and again.

"You should get a nice, painful death," slam, "with lots of screaming," slam, "ordered and done by yours truly," slam, "and it will." Slam. "Be." Slam. "Permanent!"

A final slam, double-fisted, and Kefka drags his knuckles down the field, smearing blood on it, and rests his head where Karakael's hand rests. "Even if I have to kill every living thing in every living universe I find first...ha ha ha...and that Vara, and everyone on the community, and me....hee...hee...hee..."

Date: 2012-04-07 03:08 am (UTC)
sandinmyboots: (I don't want to hear it)
From: [personal profile] sandinmyboots
Kefka hits it, shattering the field. He's breathing hard; his hair is haloing around his head with static and from him pulling on it, barely contained by his ponytail anymore.

And with the field gone, Kefka rams into Karakael, pulling him into a tight embrace. Kefka buries his face in Karakael's chest, his fingers digging into the fabric over Karakael's back.

"I'm the only one who gets to decide when you die, so shut your face right now."

Date: 2012-04-07 04:09 am (UTC)
sandinmyboots: (I don't want to hear it)
From: [personal profile] sandinmyboots

Kefka crumbles in Karakael's arms, his surge of energy draining along with his rage.

"Stop shaking. I haven't cast Quake. And I wasn't gonna hurt her...she's almost sixteen, she's practically an adult and I expected her to act like one. I didn't want to get called a crazy lunatic banana by you, of all people..."

Date: 2012-04-07 11:48 pm (UTC)
sandinmyboots: (I don't want to hear it)
From: [personal profile] sandinmyboots
"It's not that bad. Just my knuckles," Kefka says, squirming into a better position in Karakael's lap - on Karakael's lap, one arm around his shoulders and neck, the other perched on Kefka's knee. He rubs at his first knuckle with his thumb, wincing.

"I think....if the Firaga had hit, I would have panicked and put you out after a moment. I think..." He huffs. "I try not to be around people when I get like that. I get stupid, and then Celes chews me out and-" he pauses, then shakes his head. "And then I get demoted."

He leans in and kisses Karakael's cheek. "I know better than to go around killing kids haphazardly. I'll only do it as a last resort, don't worry. You alright?"

Date: 2012-04-09 04:04 am (UTC)
sandinmyboots: (counting the seconds to your nonexistanc)
From: [personal profile] sandinmyboots
"I could just Cure it," Kefka says. Nevertheless, he lets the shimmer-cloak clean his hands; when it's done, he offers it the palms of his hands, curious. "So, who's this little one..."

He doesn't get like this often. Maybe once or twice a year, blow ups that sent soldiers scrambling. Everyone knew when Kefka was in a mood like this. Usually, he spent it locked up in his room or out in the wild, killing things until he cooled down. No one was safe, and so Or, if someone was unlucky, he'd spread their guts over the floor. It didn't matter. It was.

His hate is always there, an all-consuming grindstone he sharpens himself against, and so his anger rarely gets too out of control. He's already angry. But when this happened, he'd get so caught up in hate that pain just made him feel more excited.

"What happened? Who got hurt? Do I need to kill someone for you?"

Safe topic. Safer topic. Yes. Good.


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