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Post by kefkapalazzo on Sept 22, 2009 11:53:58 GMT
Kefka couldn’t believe his poor fortune! Curse Gestahl and all his brood for sending him out here in this godforsaken desert to rot! He gave a snarl of annoyance at the prospects that fate had so graciously handed to him, the Court Mage of the Gestahlian Empire and arguably one of the most powerful beings on Gaia. He should be back somewhere up North, continuing his campaigns against the Returners, and seeing their blood flow in gushing, swollen rivers down burning village avenues… not playing the Emperor’s messenger boy! He kicked savagely at a speck of sand on the ground which he could pick out from all the other individual grains, which did little good, as he ended up kicking more than the one he was aiming for. Soon, his colorful robes were completely doused in sand, and it aroused Kefka into a verbal response.
“I hate, hate, hate, hatehatehatehatehatehatehateHAAAAAAATE THIS DESERT!!”
Growing more and more impatient with every passing second, Kefka increased his speed, making the two bodyguards behind him have to run to catch up with him. The heat was causing his make-up to streak from the sweat. Oh, how he hated Gestahl at that moment! He would plot his revenge for this treachery most accordingly.
Thankfully, the trek from there was not a long one. Soon, the small company came upon the industrial city of Figaro, standing like an iron tower shimmering in the heat of the afternoon sun. To the three Imperial men, this was paradise, despite its smell of grease and oil. Kefka nearly tripped himself over his colorful, garish robes running up to the front entrance, a typical archway with a single guard armed with a rifle. The mage waved the foolish guard away.
“Step lively now, you dolt! Run and tell King Edgar that Lord Kefka of the Imperium is here to discuss very… important matters of state with him! Hop to it!”
((OOC: I suppose that the admins can go ahead and fill in what happens right now, because I’m planning for a showdown with Figaro’s soldiers. If playing as Edgar doesn’t gel, then his prime minister or steward or something will do.))
Last Edit: Sept 22, 2009 14:10:03 GMT by kefkapalazzo
The guard raised his eyebrow at Kefka, mostly perplexed by his sense of fashion, and the fact a man who looked like a clown was actually shouting at him to see the King. Normally he would have laughed off this sort of thing and gave this obvious mad man a butt with the rifle and sent him safely out of the desert...but then he saw the two imperial soldiers sontering not too far behind. And the mans name. Kefka. Lord Kefka to be precise. He immediatly straightened up, saluted and then stammered out the words.
" Ye-yes sir right away sir!".
The guard rushed off into the castle. There were rumours about that man, and just about what he was into. He would hate to work under him. Just looking at him made his skin crawl. He entered the throne room and bowed down. Apparantly interupting a talk between his liege and another man. " Your highness...Lord Kefka of the empire has arrived at the castle gates....he...demands...your presence....". King Edgar ran his palm down his face, thinking for a moment. " The empire sure know how to pick the timing of their visits.....very well....Guard tell Lord Kefka I will be with him mometarily.
The guard was now terrified. Walking back down the corridor, he could only imagine what Kefkas response would be to this. It was just a polite way of telling him that he could wait for the king to come to him. " Um Lord Kefka.....King Edgar will be with you shortly he's....detained with other business....". Back in the throne room Edgar had finished talking. " Very well Locke....you hide out back......and make sure you keep that girl out of sight....we don't want Kefka to think I'm harbouring runaway imperial soldiers....". Locke nodded and rushed away into the back room.
Moments later Edgar emerged from the front gate. Gave a stalwort bow and smiled.
Post by kefkapalazzo on Sept 22, 2009 22:52:36 GMT
The guard came out a few moments later, stuttering over his tongue to relay the news that Edgar was busy with other matters. The Mage's eyes bulged with internal fury. How dare that upstart concern himself with such petty trifles when a representative of the Empire, Lord Kefka Palazzo no less, was standing outside his gates, almost passing out from a sunstroke?! The colorful Kefka was about to throttle the incompetent guard to a pulp when Edgar revealed himself, driving away the anger in place of sick amusement.
Kefka gave a nasty chuckle after the King's greeting, replying, "Yes, I'm sure, Eddie-boy. But, can't have a talk of delicate issues in such blistering conditions, I find. Let's talk in your audience chamber."
Yes, please, he thought furiously, anything to get out of this abominable heat! My make-up is fading!
The strange company were escorted to the main hall of the castle by a contingent of guards. Kefka looked around with a trace of disgust on his harlequin face. How all the pathetic townsfolk carved out a living within such a deplorable city, sunken in the middle of a barren wasteland! Kefka allowed the shimmering waves of disgust to float away. They would get what's coming to them... soon enough.
Once they had entered the main hall, Kefka allowed Edgar to ascend the stairs ahead of his throne before beginning, "My reasons for arriving at your 'fair city'," he had to grimace just to force the words out his throat, "is twofold. Firstly, I am searching for a fugitive, a young girl who had been in Imperial employ until her latest assignment, where she disappeared without a trace. She has green eyes and distinctive green hair. Know anything?" A blonde eyebrow shot upward as he scrutinized the young king.
Edgar scratched his chin, putting on a show for this clown would be more difficult than any normal man would naturally assume. Although Lord Kefka as he liiked to call himself looked like an idiot and a buffon. He was nothing of the sort, the king knew that before Kefkas short but steep fall into madness the man had been a capable general in the armed forces of the empire. So surely he knew a thing or two about lying. In fact the mans entire persona screamed not to trust him. But regardless....Edgar pulled the best bewildered look he could and simply replied with.
" Why...I'm afraid I've not seen anyone of that description at all Lord Kefka.....are you sure this soldier of yours wasn't...killed in battle?.....or perhaps if she truely has betrayed her empire...".
He shrugged. " She has left for Doma to the east, after all I here thats were that horrible rebel group got the idea from...whats their name...". He pulled his own fake thinking face and then imitated a look as if he'd just remembered. " Ah yes the returners....". He walked up towards his throne and sat down, it was for two reasons, one he had been standing all day and his feet were begining to hurt....and two....well Lord Kefka seemed to enjoy pretending he was a person of higher status than everyone else around him.
And now it was Edgar, sitting on the throne, symbolically reminding Kefka that he is in the presence of a King. Not an equal. However...nowadays with the empire that amounted to the same thing. Likely all he would do was infuriate the empires ambassador more. Oh well...anything to get one up on them. As for the girl...he could only hope his act had bought them enough time to keep Kefka at bay....later on tonight he'd have Locke sneak the girl out using some Chocobos...have them head over the mountains and to the returners base.
" But I do promise you Lord Kefka.....as the empire's allies we will aid you in any way possible...should this upstart show her face in this city I promise you we will apprehend them....and make sure that they go where they belong..."
Post by kefkapalazzo on Sept 24, 2009 18:44:19 GMT
Kefka continued to scrutinize Edgar after the young King had finished, clearly not ready to fully believe him even after all the fine points he had made to the contrary. Indeed, the girl may have run away or had been killed within the magicite mines of Narshe. Or perhaps the Imprisonment Crown he had installed on her brow personally had worn off, after a prolonged exposure to the presence of raw magicite. There were several plausible possibilites as to how she could have gone missing.
Nevertheless, Kefka had his doubts about Edgar's explanation. For one, he had undertaken Terra's training and battle-testing personally. He had seen her obliterate a whole battalion of Magitek Armored Imperial troopers, Emperor Gestahl's finest, in under three minutes. He had seen that whole testing room go up in flames from the burning, charred remains of the bodies and the leaking magicite from the ruptured armor casings. He had come in amidst the flames, had reveled in the destructive euphoria with her, his precious tool of Armageddon. With her by his side, he had thought, the Returners were mere insects waiting to be squashed. And the rest of the world would quake in fear, ready to accept any terms the Empire would give them, if it meant sparing them from the Apocalyptic fury of Lord Kefka and his mindless puppet.
That was how he knew she wasn't dead. Her power had been observed by him, honed to his exact specifications. There was no force in the known world that could kill her.
"If she has betrayed the Empire," Kefka said aloud to Edgar, "then we will deal with her. All traitors of the Empire must burn." He gave a glare to Edgar, more as a reminder than a threat. The young King had remained an alliance with Gestahl, but he was now on thin ice. With the new Imperial super weapon on the loose in the wilderness, all allies of the Imperium would be required full obedience to Gestahl's whim.
As Edgar moved to sit on his throne, asserting his authority over the Court Mage, Kefka's insides squirmed with loathing. That repulsive little worm! How dare he make a mockery of me in such a matter! But, his outward facade revealed none of this, save for his crystal blue eyes shining a bit more intensely with a deep-set flame.
Edgar then reaffirmed Figaro's allegience to Gestahl's cause, to which Kefka gave a nasty smile, replying, "Oh, I'm sure you will, Eddie-boy. In fact, I shall make sure of it myself. Right now."
At the questioning, and somewhat hostile, looks around the room from Edgar and his minsters, Kefka continued, "You all seem... confused. Well, allow me to elaborate, then." Kefka dug into one of his outrageously colorful sleeves and pulled out a scroll, stamped with the Imperial seal of Gestahl himself. He waved it in front of all of them, almost mockingly. "A proclamation from the Emperor, and my second reason for arrival here. It states..." The mage cleared his throat dramatically, and read aloud:
"By the direct order and rightful command of Emperor Ferdinand Claudius Gestahl, Commander-in-Chief of the Magitek Armies of the West and Heir to the Continental Kingship, the Sovereign Kingdom of Figaro, ruled by King Edgar Figaro, is hereby placed under the direct and total juristiction of the Imperium, until such time as the rebel faction known as the Returners are caught, destroyed, and put to justice for their treasonous crimes. Failure of compliance to this edict will result in the Kingdom of Figaro becoming branded as a treasonous state, ruled by a treasonous king, and will be therefore made an enemy of the Empire. Such action will also be considered an act of war against the benevolent rule of the Gestahlian Empire, and the Kingdom of Figaro will be summarily destroyed and placed under the direct and total rule of Emperor Gestahl. If agreed, juristiction of Figaro will be placed into the capable hands of Lord Kefka Palazzo, Court Mage of the Empire, until a magistrate is properly elected from a board of Imperial Officials, and instated as the new steward under command of the Imperium. Thus says Emperor Ferdinand Claudius Gestahl, Imperial ruler of the West."
Kefka smiled wickidly at the shocked and outraged faces which greeted his sight after his announcement. "How d'ya like them apples, Eddie-boy?" he asked. "A couple of regiments of Magitek troops are on the march through the desert even as we speak, and should make it to the castle in about, oh, a little less than an hour. They wait for my conformation as to your decision considering our negotiations."
His icy-blue eyes narrowed. "You could, of course, refuse, become an enemy of the Empire and summarily be tried as such. 'All enemies to the Empire will burn', remember? Life's just full of tough choices, innit?" He gave a crazed, high pitched laugh, startling many of those assembled into jumping slightly.
Kefka's smile was twisted in an evil grin as he asked, "So what'll it be, kiddo?"
OOC: Doing very well thus far, just one thing dude. Keep a count at the bottom of the thread of your word count. It helps calculate experience at the end of threads.
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This...wasn't happening. Kefka had just trumped him well and truely. The look of shock painted across his face was something that would likely cause Kefka to laugh. This was incredulous. The empire were attempting to turn South Figaro into a puppet state ruled by this- this.....Clown! He stammered out the words. " I....I don't quite know how to reply to that Kefka.....you.....The emperor....expect me to hand over my crown to the empire....don't get me wrong we're allied....but we arn't a subgigated state.....". He rubbed his temple.
" Give me a moment...."
This was all too much for the young King to deal with at once. He had been aiding the returners...no doubt the empire knew...or at least had their suspisions...maybe...or perhaps not....he'd heard that the empire was expanding using their mass power and control over the magitek armour technology. But this was no longer about what he would like...this was about Figaro's people.....this was about their safety...he knew the empire would attack with the force of which Kefka had promied. The clown was mad...but he wouldn't pull a bluff like that unless he had the force to back it up.
Suddenly he realised that this was no longer about what he had to think. Kefka had forced him into a corner.The people of South Figaro would not be treated well under Kefka...his people would suffer. He rubbed his eyes...there was no choice. " I have...come to my senses Lord Kefka...". He stood and nodded. " I realise that there is no way South Figaro could possibly stand against the might of the empire....". He let out a smug grin. " That is why we're going to have to...disappear...". He pointed at the mage. " Guards...ensure Lord Kefka makes it outside....". You were surrounded and dragged from the throne room and thrown outside the castle.
You saw Edgar, an unknown other boy, and....THE GIRL...jump onto 3 chocobos and start heading east. The guards however were still in front of you...
Battle: Guards x3 Rules: Beat them senseless and then wait for the troops to arrive and burn this city to the ground! Information: 500 words to beat the guards, finish your post with the imperial troops arriving, at which point South Figaro will sink under the sand and disappear.
Post by kefkapalazzo on Sept 27, 2009 19:28:38 GMT
((OOC: Beat them senseless. I think you're giving Kefka a little too much credit when it comes to self-control...))
This was preposterous! This baseborn upstart had been collaborating with the Returners this whole time! The Empire, particularly the Court Mage himself, had their suspicions of course, but this? Of course, before Kefka could even begin to voice his outrage and fury on Edgar, he was grabbed from behind by the scruff of his outrageous collar and dragged bodily out of the castle. Such insolence!
And so Kefka, Court Mage and General of the Gestahlian Empire, Commander of the Magitek Armies, was thrown unceremoniously out of the castle gates, along with his two other guards. The doors clanged shut, and from behind, Kefka thought he could see three figures on Chocobo mounts speeding off into the distance.
One was Edgar, sure enough. There was also an unknown boy with a colorful bandana, and...
Kefka's eyes bulged with explosive fury. It was her! She had been given asylum here this whole time, right under his very nose! Edgar, that callous upstart! He would pay dearly for this treachery! How dare he make off with his precious doomsday weapon! How dare he! Lord Kefka would never forget this grievous insult to his pride and honor, never! He would raze Figaro to the ground, returning it to the desert sands! And then... he would go after those three... replace the Imprisonment Crown on his precious weapon's head, and let her obliterate those two in her magical flames. Let them know what the price was to all who would cross Lord Kefka Palazzo!
But first... he had to deal with these three guards who were left to care for them. They were simple working men, who possibly had families, loved ones they wanted to protect. They probably meant him no ill will at all.
But right then, Kefka just wanted to make these three suffer for the injustice that had been dealt to him like a slap in the face. He would relish in their dying screams and then come after the rest of Figaro's citizens, once his Magitek Army arrived. But for now, he would try to enjoy this moment as much as he could, for as long as he could.
The two guards behind him bristled, their swords partially drawn from their scabbards, but Kefka waved for them to stand down. "Not now, you incompetent fools! I shall deal with these miserable rats... myself!"
He flung back his garish cape over one shoulder, freeing his hands, and gestured wildly with one red-clawed finger towards the nearest guard. The atmosphere crackled with magical energy, and a lightning bolt pierced straight through the man's protective armor, frying his vital organs to a crisp. The two remaining guards, stunned at this new turn of events but also ready to put their lives on the line, gripped their spears tightly and, yelling at the top of their lungs, charged towards the Mage with fright and resolve in their eyes.
"Pitiful creatures..." Kefka intoned with a haughty air. These two were brave, certainly, but in their bravery showed stupidity. Charging so close together made them an easier target rather than attacking from seperate sides. They would pay for their idiocy, with their lives.
Again summoning the ancient and intoxicating power of magic within his body, Kefka released a raging inferno right in between the charging guards, sending their bodies aflame and making them writhe in the sand, until they were nothing but ashen husks.
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Kefka completed his victory by letting out a piercing, evil laugh, which rebounded into the castle. Almost immediately, he turned around and looked at his guards fiercely, saying, "So, while I was exposing Edgar for the traitor he was, you two better have found what I asked you to scrounge up from the castle archives!"
One of the soldiers quickly felt into his breatplate and pulled out a faded manuscript, which he lifted while the ministers were too busy listening to Kefka's performance. Contained upon it were directions through a phantasmal forest which cut straight through the continent right into Doma. Kefka was planning that while the main body of Magitek troops went the long way, he would travel into the forest with the directions he had acquired from Figaro's archives. The castle would be caught in a pincer move of deadly proportions.
Kefka snatched the document greedily from the soldier's hands, and quickly looked it over, skimming across the map, and especially something called the Station of the Dead. He began to snicker nastily, when he heard something behind him.
The Mage turned to find his Magitek Army, cresting one of the high dunes and marching straight for their postiton. Kefka's smile twisted in cruel enjoyment at the carnage that was to follow.
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The magitek army was almost here hundreds of troops kitted out with the latest the imperium had to offer. Magitek armour a weaponised battled suit that turned the solider controling it into a literal walking battle tank. At this point however you wished that you were armed with one. That way you wouldn't have had to dirty your hands with the blood of those guards. Never the less though they were almost here. Yes....almost ready to destroy King Edgars precious kingdom.
" Prepare for submergtion!"
A cry went up within the walls of Figaro, you didn't quite understand what was going on as each soldier who manned the walls went inside. Thats when the familar whirr of machinary started, and the castle began to....sink! The castle itself was sinking into the sand like some sort of submarine. You could only watch mouth agasped as the entire castle sunk below the sands of the figaro desert. The magitek army would be useless in this case. Edgar had gotten away with the girl. And you were left here standing in the sand with noreward but the dusty wind.
They had slipped through your fingers....like grains of sand.
For the longest time, all Kefka could manage was a blank, open-mouth expression on his painted, harlequin face. His icy blue eyes simply stared with a perpetual look of shock at the spot where Figaro Castle had been moments ago. The cold, heavy reality had begun to steep in. Edgar had... outwitted him. He had managed to escape with his precious super-weapon, and was now galavanting off to Gods-knew-where. And before the Court Mage could relieve his tension with the destruction of the ousted King's precious mechanical Castle, it had thrown a curveball in the unpredictable form of a submerging facility, leaving him looking like the fool in front of his Magitek Army.
The two guards shifted worried looks at each other. Not out of concern for their superior, but out of concern for themselves, for what Kefka was going to do to them for this...
Neither had to wait long. Lightning-fast, a hate-laden punch was landed against the jaw of the nearest Imperial guard, dropping him like a brick to the sandy ground. The other was left to see the frightening visage of the infuriated Court Mage in all its fury. The blue eyes had become bloodshot and menacing, and spittle flew from his hoarse breathing.
"Son of a SUBMARINER!!!" he screamed at the top of his lungs. This wasn't possible! How could this happen? How! This was inconcievable in the clearest definition of the word! Not to mention a complete outrage! How dare those pompous upstarts treat him like an insufferable hack in front of his men!
As the lieutenant of the Magitek detatchment arrived upon the dunes, Kefka roared at him, "Do you know the audacity these miserable worms have to insult me in this matter!?"
The soldier was wise enough to his superior's moods to know that the question was rhetorical and didn't answer. It probably saved his life.
"This means," Kefka continued, "that Edgar has signed the death warrant of himself and his entire country! This cretinous collection of pond-scum will be exterminated and hunted down systematically and without mercy! It will be the goal of the Empire to make examples of all who would threaten us! Midgar, Galbadia, Alexandria, everyone and everything!"
His rant finished, the Court Mage turned to the soldier and said, "We shall not bother with seeking Figaro or its lecherous King at the moment, lieutenant. Let the traitors fester in their earthy prison! They'll soon understand that there's nowhere left to run or hide! Once Doma's been smashed, this entire continent will belong to the Imperium. Gather your troops and march around the mountains! Bring me a squad of your best before you march. I shall lead them through the Phantom Forest to the East, and arrive as you do at Doma Castle. We'll crush them between our forces like the pincers of a beetle on a fragile twig! Move out!"
The lieutenant nodded and marched away quickly. Kefka was left to his own ruminations on the dune, and the remains of Figaro Castle. He clenched a white hand until his red fingernails cut into the palm and drew blood. A drop rolled onto the sand, staining it. The harlequin's face was a mask of barely-controlled rage and hatred.
This world will burn, he thought viciously. I will make sure it happens under me. This world will cease to live!
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The journey out of the deserts of south figaro was a long and tiring one. For the most the magitek troopers didn't say anything amongst themselves or to you. Although then again they hardly ever talked to you. There was of course a particular reason for that outside of your ruthless nature. Just before leaving south Figaro you'd gave the soldiers words to ponder upon. Taking on Alexandria...midgar...the super powers of the world. Was it really something within the Empire's grasp?
Soon enough you made it to the edge of the phantom forest. Beyond this was Doma.The main influence of the returner, the scum who dred to cross both yourself and the empire again and again. But of course you had no doubt that Edgar would be around there....and with him...the boy...and...your weapon. Somebody coughed by your side, it appeared to be one of the sergants within your army.
" Sir scouts report that there are thick marshes up ahead, the magitek armours won't be able to pass through this forest I would advice that we push ahead on foot...however we have direct orders from the emperor that we safeguard the magitek technology......there is a village to the south....from there we can take a ship and connect up with General Leo's troops in Doma".
He stepped back at this moment. " However....it is likely that to move the entire army there would take...weeks.....if you still wish to push ahead sir...I'm afraid that you will have to do it on your own...". The man gulped. " Of course....there will be a personal guard to escort you sir!".
The march had been anything but comfortable. The days were approaching the hottest of the year, and Kefka, being in his outrageously heavy robes and make-up, was having a great deal more torture than any of the guards. At least he thought so. But that wasn't the only reason as to why he was in such a grousing mood. The escape of that upstart Edgar and, more importantly, his precious weapon, was galling. They had eluded him, and now, he would be sure to destroy the little king and his cretinous citizens.
But, more urgent matters were to be tended to first. Such as... what he had said in his anger to his men just after South Figaro sank into the ground. The Court Mage must admit that, now having had considerable time to ponder himself, what he had proposed couldn't possibly exist within the realms of belief or reality. Midgar was ruled by the Shinra Corporation, a monstrously wealthy and controlling company, as well as their elite warrior division, SOLDIER, said to posess powers rivalling Gestahl's experimental Magitek troopers. And, what Galbadia and Alexandria lacked in development, they made up for in the sheer number of troops and resources at their disposal. Pitting the Empire, as powerful as it was, against giants like those countries would be nothing short of suicide. The Gestahlian Empire had remained unnoticed up til now, which was probably their only saving grace. If they were to attack, anonymity would be shattered. As would Kefka's dream of total obliteration.
The harlequin mage pondered to himself, There must be a way, some way to take this entire world and destroy it without hope of retaliation from our enemies.
All of a sudden, his twisted brain struck up an idea. Doma was extremely close to the main sea lanes between the different continents. Meaning that a great deal of information, namely written information, must pass through, or... be kept safely within the castle. The King was well known as a scholarly old flim-flam. No doubt he would have some scrap of information within the castle archives, some hint that would reveal the Apocalypse. If so, it would have to be kept under lock and key, and heavily guarded, for fear of it falling into the wrong hands.
In order to find such information, Kefka knew that he had to neutralize the opposition before his soldiers blindly looted the castle, destroying his chances of finding what he sought. What could destroy a population quickly, efficiently, and above all, quietly?
Of course! Poison! All Kefka had to do was poison the water supply from the river! The unsuspecting soldiers protecting its walls would fall within a day, leaving the Gestahlian troops free to walk through the doors and take what they wanted... after the Court Mage found what he sought first!
As the troops rested for the night, Kefka looked out over the Phantom Forest, and the many horrors it was suppose to keep within. The twisted mage didn't let such notions bother him. All of a sudden, the lieutenant approached him and gave his status report.
Incredible, Kefka groused, simply incredible. Now, in order to get his troopers to the castle, they would have to be waylaid for several days, instead of cutting through the forest, which was his original plan! Curses! Kefka knew one thing: he had to get to Doma before his troops took the castle, and when the Magitek Armorers arrive, they most definitely will. So, all the mage needed to do was cut through the Forest, swiftly poison the river, peruse the archives for his document, and leave his troops for clean-up duty. Simply put, it all worked out.
So, the Mage turned to his subordiate and said, "Tell the troopers to make for the village and secure passage to Doma by morning. I will take the forest and reach the castle before them to secure a channel. Move it!"
OOC: Sorry for the late post, tbh I've been a bit out of it lately.
The officer nodded and stumbled away, slightly suprised that he was still alive after telling you the bad news. He gathered up the men in Magitek armour and then began to hand out the orders. " Men, unfortunatly the marsh area ahead within the forest is far too deep and will likely entranch our armour....fortunatly it seems there is a town nearby where we will be able to restock on supplies and get travel by sea to the Doma shores.....". He looked back at you. " Lord Kefka will be taking a more direct path on foot through the forest". He coughed.
" We shall all pray for his safety..."
With that the whole magitek army began to move in another direction. The forest itself lay ahead, the whistle on the wind almost sounded like the far off cries and echos of the ghostly inhabitants said to haunt this forest. In the distance....you could hear the toot of a train coming into station. That in itself was strange. You knew of no rail ways heading out of the forest.....could it bare legend to the ancient doom train? You looked around and saw a single soldier had stayed behind to acompany you.
The second that Kefka's crystal blue eyes settled upon the single soldier left of his entire batallion of troops, all that the Court Mage could give in terms of outward displays was blank admonishment. But inwardly... he was fuming. He was literally on the verge of a physical assault upon the lone soldier for no other reason that to blow off all his anger in one go. Those insolent, pig-headed, conniving cowards! They obviously had drawn straws or something to make sure that they weren't stuck with him, the Court Mage of the Gestahlian Empire, etc. ect. through this godforsaken forest! His lieutenant had promised him a full escort, not just one snivelling troop as his only company all the way to Doma! Once the Magitek Troopers made it to Doma, Kefka promised himself that he would make each and every one suffer for this insolence, and especially the lieutenant for lying to him!
But then came the eerie train whistle that shrieked within the skeletal boughs deeper into the treeline. The soldier which constituted pitifully as Kefka's "escort" shook like a leaf in the wind. Apparently, this one was a rookie. He clearly had to be if he greeted the Court Mage himself with a stupid grin on his face. But to Kefka, the noise didn't bother him at all. If it was that Doom Train, then the only reason that it would serve would be to shuttle souls from this world to the next. Thus, it was of no harm to either of them. "Let's go," he said sharply to his lone trooper, who ceased his quaking long enough to give a haphazard salute, "and try to keep up, junior. You fall behind, you get left behind. We've got a schedule to keep!"
The trek passed mournfully slow. The mud was thick and impossibly sticky in many places, halting progress to a snail's pace, and the tree branches seemed to reach down and grab at Kefka's colorful robes with hunger-like abandon, clawing and raking his painted face and scratching his skin. The Court Mage had to invoke the power of fire more than once upon the trees, reducing the trunks to smoking bulwarks of ash, just out of sheer annoyance. Mercifully, the rookie was keeping the belly-aching to a minimum, simply gritting his teeth in what Kefka assumed to be pain from the hot coals flying at his exposed face from the trees he was constantly setting aflame, and only giving short responses to Kefka's jeering and insults to keep up the pace.
Finally, Kefka called a halt for the night, alongside the banks to a baiyu, which hopefully led to the edge of the forest. With luck, they would make it out by morning and only have the plains to worry about for the coming week or so, before reaching Doma, and Kefka's dream of the secret to the Apocalypse.
But then, there came that infernal train whistle which had been plaguing their ears the entire day, shrieking out at the most inopportune times and fading away into the silence of the foliage before jumping at them again a few moments later. Quite frankly, Kefka had had enough of it. He was going to find that train, and decimate it, if only to give him some peace and quiet. He turned to the rookie soldier and said, "Stand guard, I'm going to go have a look around..."
He left the soldier at the makeshift camp and disppeared into the treeline, swallowed up by the ever-darkening shadows. The branches still scratched at his face mercilessly, but Kefka didn't feel like wasting any more of his magic to deal with the problem, so he just took the punishment, until he came to a sight which he never could have thought to exist in a forest: a raised stone platform, about a hundred feet in length, stretched out to accomadate a rather spectral, macabre looking train, which didn't seem to be off at the moment.
Tentatively, and without any reason other than to see it more, Kefka boarded the train and was about to open the doors to the compartment...
Word Count: 723
Battle Bonus: +100
Post Bonus: +200
Word Total: 4389
((I would like to wait until the Fool posts, because he said he wanted his crazy Cetra princess to join Kefka...))
Last Edit: Oct 13, 2009 19:09:22 GMT by kefkapalazzo
((IM HERE, IM HERE! I just need to read about everything that occurred before I can post anything!
I should have a bunch more time now- because apparently I'm not needed in the Second Conflict. I'll have this read by tomorrow- I'm kinda multitasking right now... so yup!))
As you stepped aboard the train the sight that await you was one that most would have expected to see as much as the train itself. The inside looked somewhat dilapidated in an almost intentional way. However, that was not the biggest part of it, some of them were sat at the seats, while others were stood around. They were human. But, they were unmistakably dead, the pale translucent human forms seemed to take no notice of you as you stepped aboard their train, they simply waited. Some in silence while others looked as though they were in conversation, however, you would not be able to hear what they were saying. The sudden sound of shrieking metal was almost startling, but there seemed to be no sign of hostility. And then with a sickening forward lurch the train began to move forward.
"You shouldn't be here!" There was a single seat to your immediate right that initially you had failed to notice, and sat on that seat was a smartly dressed man, he was short in stature and balding, his eyes had sunk into their sockets and his smart suit was slightly torn in places. He looked up at you through distant eyes and shook his head once.
"This is a train destined for the afterlife. Departed souls board this train to cross over to the other side. I am the one charged with making sure that they board this train and do not leave." He was aged beyond measure, the frequent vocal cracking that went with his dry raspy voice confirmed as much. He lifted himself laboriously from his seat, grunting with effort as he did so.
"If a living being crosses that threshold they too will cross over and will be unable to return. It is too late for you to simply leave and I myself am unable to stop this train. The 'drivers car' is the only way to do so. Obvious isn't it? You will have to venture through a few others carriages to get there. Most of them will pose no threat to you, however, be forewarned, the carriages closest to the drivers car are of damned and cursed souls whom will transform into monsters if you get too close. You don't have much time to stop this train. I suggest you get moving if you wish to remain among the material world of the living." And with those final words he was gone. A train destined for the afterlife, well that was no good. The speed of the train was beginning to increase, getting faster with each passing moment, after all, this train did not have to worry about hitting anything, the old man was right, you had little time.
-[Event: Stop the train!]- This train is one destined to send the dead to the other side. If you remain on it you will join them and will be unable to return. You don't have long. Quickly, stop this train and get off! -[Minimum number of words: 1,000]- Extra rewards will be given based on the quality of the overall post and any words that exceed the minimum will be taken into consideration for further rewards.
[OOC: Apologies for the extremely late post here Kefka. Also I will apologise in advance here for my knowledge of FF6 is extremely hazy.]
Last Edit: Oct 29, 2009 11:17:11 GMT by kefkapalazzo
Yes, I realize I'm possibly the worst RPer ever for ditching you guys on a regular basis- I apologize once again. Sometimes shit just comes up... like a high school play I never intended to play a major role in and yet got the main character >.>
ANYWAY- this time I hopefully really do have the time and will at least be on once every few days if homework allows. And tonight I have time to post so YESSSSSSS
Although I suppose I should wait for approval to post in this thread right now since that whole ghost train thing started up...? I think I'll just sit and wait and creep around...))
OOC: Fool, you have till tommorow to post. I'm sorry but I won't have an active thread held up. Particularly when it includes one of the sites canon villians.
Kefka's icy blue eyes widened in surprise at the interior of the carriage. The decorations were nothing to scream over, of course. Blood red cushions and carpeting along peeling paint, unburnished bronze handles, and aged woodwork of the walls. He coudl immediately tell that the most colorful aspect of the room at the moment was himself in his garishly designed robes that framed his pale, painted body. It certainly set him aside as an eyesore, at least for one who sought to keep the macabre decorum of this tasteless gothic place. But another thing the mage found odd were the shapeless forms that vacated the chairs and milled around listlessly. Their body builds seemed to suggest humans, but there was something about their forms that appeared... eerie. Kefka turned his eyes downward to the floor, at where the passenger's feet were suppose to be, and it seemed like they were standing on nothing but air, their shoes beneath the knees completely vanished into shadows. Even their translucent forms were also transparent, showing through to the backs of their chairs and such.
So it was true. Kefka Palazzo had stumbled upon the train that ferried the dead to the other side. And he had bungled straight onto it. Best to leave such things behind and return to the... relative... safety of the forest. At least there he had an escort. So, unassumingly, or at least as unassumingly as a garishly robed mage could afford to be in order to not attract the attention of what could be disgruntled shades, Kefka slowly began to back away to the door and back on the platform-
-SCREECH!-
A Gods-awful sound of metal squealing upon metal sounded from all corners of the infernal locomotive, and the whole carriage gave a sudden, overpowering lurch forward upon the tracks, slowly gaining momentum until it had achieved a steady rhythm and speed along the cursed tracks. Kefka's icy eyes widened in shock. He was on... and from the looks of it, there was no getting off. It was at this time that the bus boy, or rather a more geriatric version of a bus boy in a faded suit, lifted his ghostly form laboriously out of his seat to the mage's right and began his shpeal about the necessity for Kefka to reach the front car and disable the train in order to get off. Oh, this was just getting better and better, Kefka thought despairingly. Now he had to literally race against the clock while dealing with potential hostiles further down the cars, all while trying to find a way to stop this thing in its tracks before being taken to the Other side? He couldn't die just yet! He wouldn't die without everyone else joining him for the ride!
Before Kefka could even say anything to the helpful little man, he vanished into thin air. The mage's comic outrage was evident on his face for about a split second before he reminded hismelf that time was of the essence and that every second he wasted was one more second speeding towards his demise. So, pausing only long enough to give an obscene gesture towards the space that the old man occupied a few moments before, Kefka swept his colorful cape over his shoulder and took off as fast as his feet could carry him to the next car door. The shades he ran past gave him no mind, simply continuing on their conversations as if the harlequin mage in the bright clothes didn't exist to their vision, which in itself was quite an achievement. Kefka took the liberty of ignoring them as well, reaching the door and despairingly finding that it was locked. However, a quick fire spell to the bolted wood frame solved the problem quickly, and Kefka continued out into the speeding night air.
He maneuvered cautiously but quickly along the narrow catwalk between the trains, grasping the meager railing with his pale fingers tightly. Red lips peeling off of his gritted teeth in defiance, the mage finally traversed the narrow walkway and threw himself into the next compartment. This one held no visible difference to the last one he was in, so he didn't bother with sightseeing. After all, he was on a time crunch. Kefka bolted pell-mell to the other end of the car, his legs reaching out exaggeratedly and his elbows pumping outward from the rest of his body in an almost hilarious fashion. His icy blue orbs were trained on that doorway, and if it was locked too, then so help him, he would blast it from its hinges with his strongest fire spell! He was so focused on it that he almost didn't notice the spectral forms trailing him at his side until he saw the pale blue glow reflecting from the sooty windows from out of the corner of his eye. That was almost enough to stop the harlequin mage in his tracks and start to fire off spells randomly at the ghosts, but he picked up the peculiar notion that they were doing nothing more than following him. No attacks, no words, nothing. Well, as long as they didn't try anything funny, he would tolerate them... begrudgingly.
Luckily for the mage and his three new "companions", the door was unlocked and led out to the next car along another narrow catwalk. This time, however, Kefka didn't even slow down along them, practically leaping across the abyss to the other side, his spectral followers trailing silently beside him along the rushing breeze of the speeding train. Almost throwing his entire weight behind him, the mage bashed his shoulder into the next door, breaking it open, and saw that this car had a significant change from the other two: approximately ten meters away from where he stood was a tall, shrouded figure covered in swirling violet mists. A malicious aura crept from its stagnant folds, and the bones tied to its shamanistic can rattled ominously. Obviously, this was one of the monsters that the old man from the first car had mentioned. Well, if it was a fight it wanted...
Kefka never had the chance to finish his thought, because he saw flashes of muted blue speed past him and swirl around the cloaked adversary furiously, like three small nimbuses assaulting a thunderhead to keep the sun shining... or some other fitting metaphor. The mage noticed that it was the three ghosts that had hung onto his coattails the whole way here. So, if they distracted the beast for him...
The mage's smile grew wicked upon his painted face as his icy blue eyes locked into the impenetrable darkness of the creature's hood, and he said, "Never expected a living being on this train, eh? Well, don't look so shocked!" Kefka knew it was a horrible, horrible pun, but hey, he was pressed for time as it was! And so he threw his hand forward, releasing the pent-up magic he had been saving since he saw the beast, and sent a blast of lightning straight into the monster's ragged chest, impaling it upon the spear of pure energy. The beast faded away into nothingness, leaving behind the floating ghosts who looked back to their leader impassively. Kefka took their stares for a moment more before saying, "Well!? Don't be staring at me all day like drowned rodents! Keep moving!"
Another open door, and another catwalk jump later, Kefka and his undead entourage found themselves outside the gate to another car, and this one was locked from the inside. The mage was about to send another blast of fire at it in irritation, when he noticed that there were more undead spirits congregating outside of the compartments, and were advancing on his position ominously. The three ghosts grouped in front of him defensively, but they were badly outnumbered. Kefka's icy eyes looked around frantically, until they locked onto a burnished bronze ladder coupled to the side of the car, right next to the doorway leading inside. Without looking to his spectral companions, he reached ahead and climbed furiously to the top, and began running across the roof to the other end. Thankfully, he saw a smokestack a single car ahead of his. He was almost there!
But there was a problem: the gap which separated him from the driver's car was worrisome. And it looked like the ghosts had failed in their duty to protect him from the advancing hordes of spectral creatures, as they were now forming on the roof of the car and slowly creeping forward. Kefka turned to look at them, then back outward to the driver's car and the speeding blackness below. Which to choose? It didn't take long, apparently. The mage turned around and sneered at the oncoming group. "I have absolutely no intention of dying here!" he cried at them.
And then... he jumped forward.
It was lucky for him that he was leaning inward so much when he jumped, because Kefka landed with his upper half still on the surface of the train, with his lower half swinging across the void beneath him, blowing past dizzily. Scrambling to his feet, the mage looked past at the monsters congregated at the top of the compartment, looking down at him with what looked like hate in their bestial eyes, and couldn't help but give a triumphant cackle in their direction. He had beat them! He made it! They never stood a chance against him!
Turning away contemptuously, Kefka quickly followed the stairs to the driver's car interior, where there were three sets of levers at the helm, and a book hanging from a chain on the wall at the other side of the room. Kefka crossed to it and opened to the bookmarked page. It read: To stop the train, pull the lefthand lever. Huh, thought Kefka despairingly, how... anticlimactic. Shrugging. Kefka did as he was told, walked over, and pulled down hard on the brass switch.
Word Count: 1722
Word Total: 6112
Bonus Total: +300
((OOC: sorry Fool, but Mal was right, we can't afford to wait up on this thread any longer. Join in Doma if you still want in.))
Last Edit: Nov 12, 2009 17:18:26 GMT by kefkapalazzo
-[Admin post]- -[EXP Bonus for exceeding minimum requirement]- + 250!
The train screeched to a halt, the sound was unlike anything that you would have expected, after all, there were no tracks for the sound to be made. In fact, the sound was so piercing that it was painful to hear, almost as though the train itself did not want to stop, as though it was resisting. Then, with a final sudden lurch forward the train finally stopped and there was only silence. Another sense of anti-climax began to ensue, after everything you had just gone through there was nothing else.
"Hmph. Perhaps he was correct about you." The voice of the same old man you had met when you had boarded this train seemed to be abnormally loud in the drivers car. He was stood in silence, looking at a small golden pocket watch, there was another long silence and then.
"Regardless. You still do not belong here, and, you have yet to leave. I can only assume that you wish to stay. And if it is death you desire. Then. The train for that should be here momentarily." His words made no sense, you had just been on, in fact, you were still on the train for that.
"No. This train is meant for taking the departed to the other side, not for death itself." He snapped the pocket watch shut, around you the inside of the train seemed to whirl around for a moment and then vanish entirely, you were stood in the middle of the dark forest once more, just you and the old man. He stood in silence, he did seem to enjoy not speaking didn't he? And then.
"Just on time." He faded again, leaving you alone. There was a moment of complete solitude and then the sound of another train began to break that. From the darkness loomed an almost terrifying face and then the rest of the train came into view, this one was. Organic. A true living train, it's eyes glowing with pale light as it sped toward you, its jagged mouth twisted into a constant "evil smirk".
"Doomtrain will see to you." the voice of the old man echo ominously throughout the darkened forest. Like the former train this one ran on no tracks. The pale light of its eyes changed into that of a dark red, this thing. Doomtrain, would have to be put down.
-[Boss Encounter: Doomtrain]- Info: Doomtrain is a summon, it is not entirely known how to obtain it, but right now it would be a good guess that you would need to defeat it. Its mere touch could prove to be deadly, take it out fast! 2,000 words to defeat
-[Active Time Event]- From some distance away. From half way up a mountain to be exact are two men. One leans against a rock formation, while he other stands at the edge looking through a scope, detached from its rifle. The man looking through the scope takes it away from his eye and shakes his head once, he runs his hand once over his slicked back hair and then once over the eye-patch covering his right eye.
"You sure this is the guy our client wanted us to watch? He's a clown." The second man, looks away from the larger-than-it-should-be black crow on his wrist and turns his attention to a small piece of paper.
"Fits the description perfectly." he replies calmly, flicking some of his silvery hair from his face.
"That can't be right. You sure there's nothing else there?"
"They signed it with the letter C" Came the sarcastic response. The first man narrowed his eye and returned to looking through the scope.
"Beh, now he's fighting some kind of organic train."
"For the pencil pusher Brad, you seem to be sadly under informed. That's Doomtrain." The second man said calmly, handing over a small piece of meat to the bird on his wrist.
"I'm not the one focusing on the more occult side of world Ignotus, I'll have you remember."
After throwing the switch, the train felt like it was literally being pitched off the tracks. The momentum generated by it thus far was extremely huge, and thus, when the brakes were applied to it, Kefka had to grasp the main controls and hold on tight. It took awhile for the locomotive to slow down completely, and during all that time, it gave a painful screech. The very sound itself was enough to make the mage grasp his head in pain and fall to the ground, blackness skirting the edges of his vision. He squeezed his eyes shut, he covered his ears with his painted hands, but it wasn't enough to completely block out the ungodly shrieking. Indeed, the train was fighting to stay in motion with every ounce of its strength. But not even such a powerful vehicle could disobey orders given to it, and eventually, the painful screech ceased and the cars came to a complete halt.
Still a little dizzy and disoriented from the ordeal, Kefka regained his feet shakily and looked out through the glass porthole in the door with squinting blue eyes. The train had stopped. The train has stopped! He wasn't going to the land of the Dead this day! Once again, the machinations of fate have been thwarted by Lord Kefka Palazzo, Court Mage of the Gesthalian Empire and future destroyer of the World!
It was at this time that the bus boy in the faded suit and golden pocket watch suddenly appeared from thin air in the driver's car.
Kefka had to stop himself from jumping five feet in the air from surprise at the unexpected appearance of the man. After all, a man of his office shouldn't be one to show any weakness! He dusted off the cobwebs that had clinged to his colorful robes during his run, ran a clawed hand through his slick-backed blonde hair, and readjusted his outrageous striped collar around his neck. Certain that he was in pristine order after a quick look in the mirror, Kefka turned back to the man in the suit, a haughty look upon his face and an arrogant glimmer in his icy blue eyes. Yeah, that's right, little man. I beat your silly little train ride. I say a pox upon your family and all that jazz, you feeble old-
It was then that the man mentioned that someone was correct about him. Kefka halted his inner monologue to contemplate such a thing. Who was correct about him? Unbridled rage swept over his harlequin features as he shouted at the man, "Hey, you old fossil! Are you done rambling!?" His white teeth knashed together in frustration. What was this guy's beef, anyway? Kefka did what he had to do! He stopped the train from crossing over to the other side, with him along with it! All that was truly left for him to do was to get off this decrepit old locomotive and back to the creepy forest and on the march for Doma! The destruction of the Returners and the revelation of the Apocalypse were the only things that mattered to Kefka now, not the ravings of a senile old shade!
Wait... the man continued saying that Kefka wanted to stay, and that the train for death would be arriving momentarily. The mage did a doubel-take, and looked around the driver's car with narrowed eyes, turning back to the man and giving him a look that screamed, Have you lost your marbles? We're on the train of the dead! The man disproved him by saying that this was merely a vehicle to ferry lost souls to the other side, not true death itself. He shut the casing of that infernal watch, and the scenery suddenly seemed to decide that such a locale as the inside of a haunted train needed a little more greenery, because the area around Kefka immediately disapeared in a swirl of blackness, and before he even knew what was going on, he was back in the forest again! The mage whirled every which way to regain his bearings, a dazed and amazed look upon his painted face. Good Gravey, what was going on!?
The man was still standing there, not saying anything, just patiently looking at his golden watch. The silence was abhorrently deafening! Kefka looked at the old man, the old man looked at the watch, and neither said a word for the longest time. Minutes could have whizzed by in the time that was enveloped by silence. Kefka was getting so anxious that he was about to break the quiet spell, but luckily, the man beat him to the punch. "Just on time..." he said simply. Kefka already had his mouth half-open in a preemptive response, but when he heard those words, nothing came out, and the jaw just went the rest of the way down his face. Just on time? Well, what in all of Gaia was that suppose to mean!? With difficulty, the mage brought his face back into proportion and suspiciously glanced around, and turned his glare back to the man.
"Alright, listen here, you sawed-off little twerp-" he began as he started to walk towards the man, but before he could complete three steps forward, the old man disappeared. Now all that was left was the silence again. And then:
The ungodly shriek of what sounded like tortured souls erputed across the air, causing Kefka to, once again, jump slightly in surprise. Crimson flames in two rows erupted from the ground to either side of him, bathing the background in a bloody light. Or at least, it did, before the scenery shifted again! This time, it took the form of a vast star field, like looking upon the cosmos from a great angle. But something was a bit... off-kilter about it. Phantasmal waves and ripples distorted the space where the field surrounded the mage, presenting it in a more hellish light. Bright and bloody colors rippled off the panoramic view of the galaxy, and if Kefka wasn't so serious at the moment, he would have thought it as an improvement. Needed more explosions, though.
And then, the coup de gras of it all, from right in front of him, hurtled through the twin paths of flame the single most sickeningly evil train that Kefka had ever seen in his life. It appeared to be made from human muscle and sinew. Red and pink flesh adorned the carriage surface where metal and brass should have been. Bleached bone served as the railings and supports of the horrifying vehicle. But most hellish of all was the front of the locomotive, where a leering visage, skull-like but clearly showing evil intent, sped towards the mage, red light preceeding it like the searching beams of a terrifying lighthouse, illuminating the clown-like Kefka with a bloody haze. "Doomtrain will see to you..." the voice of the old man lingered upon the air, an ominous feeling carried along with it.
For the longest time, all Kefka could do was stare at what appeared to be incoming death on rails (although there really were no rails for it to ride on...) with a blank expression. Then, seeming to remember that he could move his body, turned his head behind him. The torch trails seemed to extend infinitely in both directions. Kefka then returned his blank gaze to the oncoming train. For a moment, he seemed to be deliberating something important. Then coming to a decision, he quickly and abruptly pivoted on one foot, turned 180 degrees in the opposite direction, and ran like hell, arms flailing in front of him and legs taking great strides ahead.
Well, some good news was that he was keeping some distance from the damned train, but neither was he gaining any ground. He'd never lose it this way. Kefka had to fight it. If such a monstosity was sentient, all the mage would do was pummel it until it gave up! Turning around again, utilizing some of his Magitek energy to float a little off the ground while still speeding forward, Kefka fired off a thunder spell, and then a fire spell in quick succession. Both battered into the flesh of the oncoming train, but seemed to do little to slow it down any. Bah, Kefka thought, if this fleshy railcar wants to play rough...
Gathering his magical powers inside of himself, the mage clapped his painted hands together fiercely and thrusted the outward at his foe. Inky blackness covered his hands in crackling flame-like strength, and was transformed into several flying orbs, each filled with destructive Darkness, and honed in on the Doomtrain, hammering into its sides and front forcefully, causing it to wobble back and forth from the force of the multiple strikes. That was one of Kefka's special attacks, known as Ecliptus, which harnessed the power of Darkness and sent multiple orbs flying into the enemy for cumulative damage. Each orb singularly was fairly weak, but together, on a singular opponent, it could turn the tide. At least, that was what Kefka was hoping for, as he resumed his run along the spectral tracks, staying one step ahead of the speeding Doomtrain. He just hoped that it didn't have any tricks up its own sleeves...
With a jolt of surprise and alarm, the mage suddenly realized that he was running low on his stock of magic. Such a drain of his magical power would mean certain death later on in the battle if he was not careful. With the Doomtrain advancing upon him every step of the way, Kefka dug frantically into one of his colorful side pockets and pulled out one of his plentiful stocks of ethers. After all, when one fought with magic as his only weapon, it was best to always be prepared for any eventuality. And yet, where was his preparedness at the moment? His ultimate weapon, which he had harbored secretly within the Gestahlian labs for years after taking her from her home world was now on the run, his own honor had been compromised at the hands of the citizens of Figaro and their damned sinking castle, and he was now running for his life in some godforsaken limbo world from a haunted death train made of living flesh! His life, his career, his ambitions were spiralling so out of control that he didn't know which way to turn in order to pick up the pieces and resume his march for destruction.
No, he thought bitterly.
No, he would not be simply content with lying down in the dirt like a starved mongrel in defeat! He will realize his dream where chaos ruled the land of Gaia, not Order! Not Peace! What were such frivolous examples of feeble human emotion, in any case? Garbage, the whole lot of them! Just a way for the mind to cope with the sense of their own mortality! Just a way for the downtrodden fools and ingrates who believe life is purposeless and seeks to fill the void in their empty existences with some modicum of comfort. The were wrong!! Life was pointless! Peace and hope are frivolities, destined to be crushed by the weight of destruction at the end of days. And all would know that it was Lord Kefka Palazzo who brought the Earth to its knees, and made it whimper before he granted it's well-deserved fate. So, as he drank the charged liquid of the ether and threw the bottle into the void beside the tracks, not once losing his pace, the harlequin mage made another turn and gave that damned train another thunder spell in the eye for good measure, because he wanted it to know that it's destruction would come by his hands.
And his alone.
Word Count: 2126
Word Total: 8237
Bonus Total: +550
Boss Word Count:2126
((OOC: One of the admins please tell me if this is too out of line that I make the battle like this. I always figured that the fight with Doomtrain would always be like a cross between the fight with Phantom Train in FF6 and the summon sequence of Doomtrain in FF8. Just a creative liberty, but please inform me if I've crossed any lines.))
Last Edit: Nov 21, 2009 16:12:22 GMT by kefkapalazzo
Enhanced by a single post victory One free level 2 magic spell
Obtained GF Doomtrain!
There was an ominous silence as Doomtrain continued trying to get at you and then the sound of an unearthly scream of pain as the train toppled and skidded along the ground. It came to a complete stop some moments later right in front of you. Its eye dimming slightly as another long silence seemed to make this victory feel somewhat hollow.
"Impressive and unexpected." Came the eventual response to the defeat. This voice was not that of the old man you had already seen multiple times, but that of the defeated train now lying before you. Its voice was toneless, yet powerful, even if it had just suffered a defeat by your hands.
"Human. I am Doomtrain. That of despair, of death. I take that which people hold close their hearts. You are the victor of our encounter, use my power well." There was a flash of red light and Doomtrain was gone, replaced by a small levitating orb of light. It sat for a moment and then flew straight at you. There was a sudden surge of power which faded moments later, yet you were still able to feel it. The power of Doomtrain was now yours! The area around you seemed to fade, there was an odd sensation, the feeling of a strong wind rushing over your body.
"Doma is the last stop this train will be making. Will all passengers please make sure they have all of their personal belongings with them." You "woke up" in the seat of another train, this train, however, was a normal train. It was just pulling into the last stop it was going to make, other passengers were leaving their seats and seconds later the train. This was your destination, it was time to move on.
-[Active Time Event]- "Yes, it seems as though our informant was correct." The voice of the old man, whom had previously claimed himself to be the watched of the ghost train echoed throughout the narrow hallways of an executive building. There he walked next to a much younger man dressed in a sharp suit with his hair slicked back, a pair of mirrored sunglasses covering his eyes. The older man straightened out his tie.
"Begs to question how our 'informant' knew exactly what was going to happen." Came the response of the younger man. The two stopped walking, one deep in thought the other trying his best to smooth out his tie.
"At this point it's irrelevant. Tell our people they need to pick up the pace. We can't have any distractions if our informant was completely correct." the younger man said, pushing his sunglasses up his face just to make sure that they were covering his eyes completely. The older man nodded and faded into the air.
-[Thread over]- -[Continue in Doma]-
[OOC: Apologies for the lateness. And I saw nothing wrong with your post. I actually thought it was pretty good.]
