Beached God || Open || Costa Del Sol

[Ducky]

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Outfit:[/color] His brightly colored outfit ^_^
Music:[/color] Wicked Fascinations- Circus Contraptions
Words:[/color] 1,244
Location:[/color] Costa Del Sol
Weather:[/color] Hot hot hot!

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[/i] and everything he does. He is their absolute ruler. They are to bow before him, worship the ground he walks upon, and simply keel over and die on a whim if he so desires- which he tends to desire a lot. It is quite easy to be perfect when you are a god.

At least- that was the way it was for awhile and the way it should have stayed for eternity. Something happened however. Somewhere along the lines of his ruling those simpletons climbed up his tower and dared to challenge him. Not only that, they dared to strike down their ruler, their god. They thought he had died, had been vanquished, and for awhile he too thought that as well. But here he stood alive, clear as day. It was clearly a sign that he really is a god. For only a god could honestly be reborn from the grave. That doesn’t change the fact at what they had done to him however. They destroyed his tower, his beautiful precious tower! No, it was her fault. That little puppet. That little half esper mutt that needed more than just a spanking, more than a single lesson of punishment- what she needed is a lifetime of guilt and anguish and all happiness stripped away from her for what her and her little petty comrades had dared to do.

Kefka Palazzo- the first Magiktech Knight, the ruler of the world, the God, and the epitome of Perfection returned. He would not rest until everyone suffered again. He had destroyed the world and based on the world’s current condition it had done more than just a little bit of recovering. In fact, he was fairly certain the lands weren’t scorched at all anymore. Something changed and he needed to fix it back to his ideal world. He could already see the fires and he could already hear the screams that people will give him because of the blessing he will bestow upon them. Now… Now was the time for the Great Kefka to return to his former glory as their king, now… now it was time to-

”Why is it so hot!?” He suddenly shrieked out before kneeling down and fanning his beautiful face with his hands. Oh no! This was not good at all. Where the hell was he? He wasn’t near that stupid castle in the middle of the desert again. No, he was in a place he hadn’t seen before, that is for certain but that didn’t change the fact that he might as well be standing in the middle of a desert. ”My beautiful face will run!” He didn’t spend hours each day placing makeup on just for the sole purpose of it being run off because of the heat. No, no, no, no! Gods aren’t affected by heat, therefore he wasn’t affected by heat, therefore…

”Who’s stupid idea was it to create the sun!? Phooey!” He scowled for a moment further after pounding his hands on the ground in frustration. He had been heading toward some sort of town or village that he had sworn he saw. Was that just a trick created by the heat? No, no, no. Gods don’t fall for such idle tricks. Gods can’t be fooled so therefore there was a village. That was another thing that bothered him. He was walking on grass! Grass! There was that filthy green vegetation under his shoes and by the looks of it there was plenty of it. He removed all that, he scorched the lands in an attempt to remove life, which included the grass. There was nothing more beautiful than a withered dying world. Why did grass seem to be overgrowing now? How long has he been away, what has happened, and for the last time, why was it so hot?

”Find the gardener… stab him.” Yes, that was the plan. There had to be someone attempting to re-vegetate the lands that he had left withered and brown. Or maybe he had just missed a bigger chunk of it than he had originally thought. No, he was perfect. Something was just clearly wrong. First thing is first, he needed to reach that village and assess the population- if there was one. Oh they better hope there wasn’t one because he will not be a very happy camper.

It wasn’t ten minutes after walking before he managed to relocate it. Why he had trouble finding it was beyond him. He wouldn’t admit or accept the fact that for two hours he had actually been walking in a complete circle rather than staying in just one direction. It was actually by the struck of luck that he had actually gotten back on course. Now that he had reached said village, he was standing right outside of the village and looking at the sign hanging over the entrance. Costa Del Sol ”Tarnations they’re like cockroaches!”

He’s never heard of this village before so it had to be something new from after he left the world. That meant they were repopulating the planet to make up what he had taken care of. You leave just two of them and they apparently multiply by the million! ”I hate, hate, hate, hate- woo I’m famished.” He placed the back of his wrist against his forehead. His makeup must look god awful now. Why did his face feel funny anyway? Actually he didn’t recall putting makeup on before setting out, he appeared and started walking. He assumed that with his powers he would have arrived as beautiful and divine as he had left.

He should investigate. His return to the lower beings domain shouldn’t be anything less than divine. He quickly rushed toward the building marked ‘Bar’ and was completely oblivious to the stares he had already started to get in town. The bar looked like something he had expected to find and sure enough, he found a door in the far corner that had to be the bathroom. He quickly rushed over toward the door and shoved a person out of the way before they could enter it ”Out of the way worm.” He bit out before stepping into the bathroom and slamming the door shut.

He didn’t waste a single moment to step in front of the mirror to assess the damage the heat had done to his makeup. When he saw his face, he nearly choked. ”My beauty!” He wailed upon seeing his face. It was as red as the red in his cloak! He wasn’t wearing any makeup! Damn that sun! It will be the first thing he stabs when he gets the chance. That sun was trying to hinder him in his efforts to show these lesser beings what they are worth. He scowled and touched his reflection, ”My precious, my pretty. We will have you fixed up.” He cooed at himself before he started pulling out the contents of his pockets. Everything he would need to get his face back.[/ul]

[pythianlegume]

The merge had shaken Squall, shaken him hard. It had been his initial fears that Ultimecia had had a personal hand in the merge that had done it. He had reasoned with her personal control over certain aspects of time and space that she could have been the only one. He had launched a very thorough investigation that had assuaged his fears, it hadn't been her. It did not however assuage his curiosity, the event had been cosmic in its proportion and opened up so many philisophical questions that it had thrown the scholar's worl into complete dissaray. On the other hand it had also brought in a large amount of business for Seed and the gardens, with so many new customers and problems. It bothered him somewhat that he profited from that but he reassured himself constantly with the fact that they were doing with they did to make a difference. He also had not seen Rinoa in some time adding on even more to the wave of negative emotions that had come over him as of late. He couldn't bring himself to think that something terrible had happened to her. She was always so indepent and spirited he should know that she could take care of herself and there was always the orphanage to wait for her at if something had happened. He wouldn't go there however until he was sure of the worst.

With a deeper grimace than the one he normally wore he pushed the things out of his mind. He was here on official SeeD business and so should put his mind to just that. Even with his position as Headmaster of the Balamb Garden he still took on the job of an average SeeD, going out on missions himself. Office work was not something that he was good at, no sitting behind a desk all day rotting. He had to be on the field making something of himself, his training would ebb away if he didn't put it to constant use. Standing at the entrance to Costa Del Sol he looked down to the paper held in his hand. It had written on it the summary of his mission as well as the pay and the patron that had enlisted his help. It was a very routine mission, supplies to one of the local store had not arrived when they should have and by know where very late. The proprietor assumed that once again the merchant convoy delivering them had met with some unfortunate fate on they way to their drop-off.

Like most of the places that appeared after the merge he was completely unfamiliar with this town. As such he ended up wandering around lost for a small time. His pride would not allow him to stop and ask directions, he would find the store on his own. After what he assumed had been his 30th minute of walking around lost he noticed something very peculiar, even for this new world. A man, no a clown, came dashing down the street at a feverish pace mumbling away to himself. The clown had actually bumped into Squall on his way down the street. Squall was normally one to mind his own business, let someone else deal with someone elses problems but by some coincidental act the bar that the lunatic had dashed into was the same place he had been looking for from the start.

Squall neatly folded the piece of paper and stuck it into one of the front pockets of his jeans. He entered the bar and headed to the bar. He took a seat waiting politely for the bartender to finish serving the other customers before flagging him down to talk about the job. While waiting he began to notice how flustered everyone in the bar was, the volume of speech although normally loud in a bar was tremendous. Peoples gazes kept darting back to the bathroom where the clown had run in and where a poor man was laying on the ground nursing a nasty cut on his head. He could hear the clowns insane ramblings from out at the bar, something about his make-up ?

The bartender ended up getting Squalls attention first. He was talking fast as he opened up conversation with Squall obviously recognizing him as the Seed he was. There really was no negotiation for the contract they both accepted it as is. Squall attemped to get him to talk more about the specifics when the bartender interupted him. " I know that your just supposed to be here for the job on that contract but I have a problem right now that you'd probably be good at fixing. I need you to get that god damn clown out of this bar before he scares away all of my paying customers. I'll tack on a hefty bonus. "

Squall's frown depeened at the bartender, he hated last minute revision's like this and the work did not seem like dignified SeeD work. The bonus the bartender was offering however made it worth it. With a deep sigh he replied. " Fine. Write it into the contract. I'll be back to talk about the specifics of the important mission. " He really couldn't be bothered to argue with the man over it, not with that money.

Another deep sigh got him up off of the bar stool. He wasn't expecting anything more than a bouncers boot in the ass out the door for this man but he knew to be careful. He reached behind his head and loosened the straps keeping his gunblade Lionheart on his back where he kept it when not in use. He loosened them just enough to make drawing the blade quick and easy if he needed to. He pushed the door with the large mens room sign on it and entered the bathroom. He entered to an odd sight, the crazed carnie was still mumbling away at himself almost incoherently as he fished all kinds of cosmetics out of his odd clothes, dabbing away here, wiping there. He didn't bother with any niceties. " Get out of the bathroom please. I'm here to get you to leave the bar, your bothering the customers. Why don't you go use a mirror somewhere else ? " Squall didn't know why but something about this man set him on a hairtrigger, despite the unneeded threat of it he had his right hand resting on the grip of his sword behind his head and his left almost twitched to throw a spell.

[Ducky]

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Outfit:[/color] His brightly colored outfit ^_^
Music:[/color] Wicked Fascinations- Circus Contraptions
Words:[/color] 491
Location:[/color] Costa Del Sol
Weather:[/color] Squishy, squishy, squishy!

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[/i] what to do, it was clearly obvious that they were too stupid of a species to comprehend. Kefka blatantly ignored the man that had entered the bathroom and didn’t even so much as bat an eyelash at him as he applied the final bit of his beautification- lipstick.

It took him a couple of seconds before he was all done with the process and he tucked the items into his clothing and clapped his hands in excitement over his reflection. “Look at you~” He announced cheerfully before he leaned over the sink and gave his reflection a kiss. “Precious, precious, precious!” He turned away from the mirror and toward the man in the bathroom. He paused right then and there and tilted his head to the curiously. “Wait… something is wrong.” He tapped one of his thin fingers on the tip of his chin before snapping his fingers. “Oh I know!” He hopped back and away from the sink before lifting one arm up and blasting the mirror. There was a small explosion from the fire spell he blasted at the mirror and the glass of the mirror shattered and the sink gained a layer of black soot over the white surface.

Kefka spun in circles and laughed merrily upon the destruction. There was nothing more beautiful than watching the destruction of something. More times than not he preferred seeing the destruction of a person but that would do. He had been without causing chaos and anarchy for a couple of years now. It was just a miracle that he hadn’t gone insane with not being able to do anything for a couple of years but now he’s back so all was well. He would get his tower back, scar the lands once again, and then when everything was said and done the world would be a beautiful place fit for a God such as he.

Once he stopped spinning he turned his attention on the other man in the bathroom. “Oooh~” He hadn’t really noticed the man before. The man didn’t look like a happy camper like he. Kefka was a happy camper. He was a really happy camper and he had no room for someone all serious and broody-like. “You look squishy!” Kefka mused and closed one eye before he lifted up his thumb and forefinger to position them on either side of the man. He squeezed his thumb and finger closed, “Squishy! Like a bug! Squish, squish, squish!” Human always were so fragile and easily broken after all.[/ul]

[pythianlegume]

Squall didn't think he had ever seen a man quite like this clown before. The make-up wasn't too out landish, who hadn't seen the occasional cross-dresser or two while making a visit to the city. This man was completely and utterly insane though, mumbling to himself inanely without any regard to who could be listening, dancing about like a small child, it was that high-pitched giggle that really did it though and got on the nerves so horribly. It took him no time at all to decide that he was a danger to the bar and most of the town too in all probability. His left hand pulsed almost faintly with light going back and forth between red and green as he almost unconciously debated between a shell or a protect spell.

The mirror that the clown had been preening himself in exploded suddenly in bursts of flame, shards of glass flying off of the mirror. In reflex the spell that Squall had been holding back surged fro his left hand. A protect spell jumped up surrounding him, the few shards of glass that flew in his direction stopped just before reaching him then fell to the ground harmlessly. Squall's right hand brought down Lionheart from where it had been waiting patiently on his back, the blade lighting up and glowing suddenly with blue energy in response to Squalls readiness for a fight.

It was a surprise to Squall however that the clown did not attack him, his nerves relaxed slightly. The clown was doing that horrible laugh again and it grated on his ears. When the clown began feigning crushing Squalls head it only added further to his confusion. " Okay I'm ognna give you one last chance and I hope your listening this time. I told you to get out of the bar. "

(( Sorry its shit but I sat around and tried and tried and couldnt come up with anything real good. ))