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"Ahem...! There's soot on my cloak!" Nevermind that he had been the one to put it there in the first place. He had only noticed the ugly stain as he entered Vector; he had swatted at it a few times, but the obstinate ugly grey mark only sprawled itself out farther. He wasn't going to walk around with something like that so clearly visible! He shrugged off the offending garment and threw it at a hapless underling, who glowered at the mad mage's back as he returned to his room. "Get that thing out of my sight! I want it spotless in an hour!"
As he approached his room, leering at the guards who milled about, there was a clamor from the front hall. What were these buffoons up to now? He spun around to storm back just as a soldier (a different one) almost ran right into him before recoiling in obvious fear. "Kefka...Galbadian soldiers are approaching the city."
"Then destroy them!" They were getting weaker with every iteration, he'd swear it. "Actually...you're the Ambassador, so it's your responsibility." What a bore! "...Fine! I'll show you how things are done in the Empire!" He shoved his way past the fool and stormed outside. Galbadian soldiers...he had no idea why they would be so up-in-arms. If anything, he would have expected authorities from Jidoor to be showing up at his doorstep after the lovely havoc he had wreaked on their precious little city. Gestahl would have his head if they made it into Vector, he supposed.
He saw them approaching as he passed the city limits, and a wicked grin creased his features. "Time for some...diplomacy."
The group of Galbadian troops stopped, there where 5 men, most of them wielding rifles and in large blue armour, one was wearing red armour and had a short sword on his waist he was apparantly the leader as the others turned to him as he stooped.
"Sir, what are we looking for here?"
One of the men in blue asked the leader who was stood glancing around the area, his hand hovering at the hilt of the sword while he replies to the soldiers query.
"Apparantly there is a group of Al Bhed hiding in the ruins of Zanarkand that are preparing to attack Deling, we are here to find them and then bring them in dead or alive."
The man in red answers as he keeps looking around at the scenery.
"We are being watched."
He mutters to the others who respond by lifting the muzzles of the rifles and pointing them at the surroundings covering the area around them, obviously assuming the worst.
How hard could dispatching a few silly little soldiers be? It wasn't like he had anything to worry about. He crept to the back of their formation, watching their movements as they scanned around. They looked so stupid! It was hilarious!
They were armed to the teeth, though. He'd snuff them out quick; he wasn't very keen on getting shot today. It did cross his mind that he could just try talking to them...but only fleetingly. Why would he want to talk it out when he could kill it out instead? Getting some Galbadian goons out of the emperor's hair would certainly put him in the old dog's good graces. There was nothing to lose!
Reaching out a slim hand, he jabbed the obvious leader's shoulder roughly.
"Looking for me?"
He didn't wait for an answer; of course they were. While he still had the element of surprise, it would be best to act. As a flame flickered to life in his palm, he turned it on the leader, the small tongues of flame flaring into a violent blaze. "Fire!"
Take out the pushpin and the papers will all fall down!
The man in red seems unfazed by the sudden fire spell and quickly turns to you and with a swift move of his hand he lets out a firm command.
"To Arms"
He shouts as his men raise their rifle barrels and aim them towards Kefka opening fire shortly after the command, bullets rain towards Kefka rapidly, easily hitting him with what was a well trained aim.
The entire group levelled their guns and shot with automaton precision. Kefka barely got to shield himself against the attacks, but as the projectiles hit him he knew he had warded off the brunt of their trained shots. He could take them, their little bee stings were nothing! With a wild glint in his eye he grinned at the solders, brandishing a scolding finger.
"Tsk, tsk...that was rude! Who on earth taught you manners?! The same person who taught you to shoot those lousy things, I suppose!" He goaded them with arrogant words as he watched their responses. It wouldn't do to attack them again just yet... "I don't think you realize where you are right now. This area is under control of the Empire. You, my impudent inane men, are trespassing!" Having them there at all bothered him to no end. Were they looking for him?
Or was there something else they wanted? Either way, he thought, they certainly weren't getting their hands on whatever it was. Why are you still defending that washed-up, wallowing despot?
Because he commands an amy of men who hate, hate, hate, hate me! That's plenty reason to play along with him until I'm finally the one with the power I deserve! He'll be overthrown in no time after that!
The leader raises his right arm, fist clenched and his men stop their assualt before they start to disperse taking cover where-ever possible while the man in red moves his left hand over the hilt of his sword and steps forward towards you, letting out a soft sigh.
"I'm sorry but we are here with full permission of the Spiran Grand Maesters hunting down criminals against both Spira and Galbadia, also Spira lays claim to all of Zanarkand ruins and has done for over a thousand years. However seeing as the Empire did attack Bevelle, I'm sure they won't mind if I send afew packing in the name of Sorceress Blue"
With his little speech out of the way he unsheaths his sword with a swift movement and the next thing you would see is the tip of the sword flying straight inbetween your eyes and the man in red charging at you, he had thrown his sword straight at you and the next thing you would notice is your body being tossed high into the air
Action 1: Blind Shot: 250 Dmg. Blind fail! Action 2: Taking out the trash: 0 Dmg, Basic attacks unusable next round/
Man in Red HP: 500/500 MP: 150/150 Atk: 225 Def: 200 Mag: 200 Spr: 225
Skills Blind Shot: 25Atk Dmg, May inflict blind, usable only with a weapon equipped. Co-ordination: Gives an order to one of his subordinants, Increases damage of the next support CA unleashed.. Ready: When used his subordinants attack a target dealing 200 damage plus 50 for each Co-ordination used before it. Taking out the trash: Throws target into the air preventing basic attacks for the opponents next round.
The flunkies that had been flitting about cut and ran just according to orders and Kefka slyly took note of each of their litte hidey holes. Pulling them out one by one was going to be such fun. He nonchalantly tuned out the red buffoon because he had already heard this spiel a million times before, pallet swapped for whoever happened to be talking at the moment. It got so tiring listening to so many of these soldier types--even Gestahl's little monkeys were marching to a hackneyed old drum. It was all the same to him, but why must they talk so much? When he had his own army their mouths would be sewn shut! And he'd have them do it themselves. Much less muss and fuss for him to deal with. He almost laughed at the thought, lost in a power trip before he even had the power; the splitting sting of an attack hitting him brought his eyes back to the battle that was just beginning to unfurl. He threw his sword...! Doesn't he know that never works!
Much to his annoyance, this one was deceptively quick and had juggled him into the air before he had time to avoid the motion. Disoriented and unable to right himself before he wanted to react he resorted to his fail-safe: magic. He flung burning flames at the enemy with wild abandon, "Fire! And I hope your hair burns off!" As gravity called him down, he called a little present of his own down, a fiery rock that slammed into the soldier, and how! Kefka landed with decidedly little grace, and as he stood back up and brushed himself off he gave himself a little bit of applause. That was a good one! At least, for him it was. Depending on whose perspective was considered it could have been very bad, but his perspective was the only important one!
The Leader looks up as you begin your airborne counter attack, you notice a smirk on his face as the fire engulfs him just before the Comet slams down into the ground, kicking up dust and debris and as the comet shatters to pieces you would hear a voice ring out over the noise, a voice that belonged to the man in red that you had sought to crush.
"Private Messenger you have a delivery to make."
A moment later the dust starts to settle and you would see the man in red walking out of the crater, he was obviously wounded, but honestly he looked barely wounded and a moment later, a moment too late for you at least you would notice his wild grin as the air fills with the sound of gun fire as his men start firing at you, the barrage of bullets ripping into you.
Man in Red HP: 150/500 MP: 150/150 Atk: 225 Def: 200 Mag: 200 Spr: 225
Skills Blind Shot: 25Atk Dmg, May inflict blind, usable only with a weapon equipped. Co-ordination: Gives an order to one of his subordinants, Increases damage of the next support CA unleashed.. Ready: When used his subordinants attack a target dealing 200 damage plus 50 for each Co-ordination used before it. Taking out the trash: Throws target into the air preventing basic attacks for the opponents next round.
Last Edit: Mar 15, 2013 19:26:39 GMT by Demon Lord
