as madness takes it's hold...

Terra and Celes || A Second Encounter (-9GS)

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phantasmal-knight:

It took all of the self composure in her nine year old body to not gasp in awe. But the look of awe and excitement, pleasure on her face was evident.

She can cast magic, like me!

I wouldn’t -

But - An odd feeling bubbled up in her chest. It was like a massive metal beam was lifted off her shoulders. Her head felt light and airy, yet genuine excitement was bubbling in the pit of her stomach. Ignoring the Blue Lady and favoring her excitement and this new found connection with Terra, a girl just her age, she scooted closer to Terra. Sitting closer next to her, but leaving a respectable amount of space between them, she held out the left palm of her hand to Terra. Breathing softly into the left palm while gently waving her right palm over her left, three ice crystals formed in the palm of her left hand. They formed with her breath, and faintly, Celes could hear the crackle of the ice forming in her palm.

“See?” She whispered excitedly. “Ice. You’re just like me! I’m learning other spells too, but this one is the easiest for me.”

Celes blatantly ignored the warnings she was getting in the back of her head. To turn back, to leave Terra alone. She couldn’t. Not when there was someone who was so utterly similar to her.

“We’re not just alike. Fire and ice are opposites,” Terra corrected. While it wasn’t the first time she’d seen such magic, it was the first time she’d seen it handled so gracefully. Kefka could make ice as well, but he likes to shoot it from his fingertips and break things.

She gazed at the ice, glimmering even in the artificial light of the ceiling fixtures. An idea occurred to her, to make the ice shine prettier. The flame in her palms dispated, and she re-positioned her hands on either side of Sergeant Chere’s. She curled her fingers in until her index fingers remained, pointing inward at the ice shard. Tiny orbs of white light beaded out of her finger tips and wound clockwise around the ice, their light making it glimmer even brighter.

The clomp of Kefka’s boots echoed up and down the hall, his harsh stride a result of his irritation. He glowered at those who stared as they passed him; normally, he ignored those who were not yet used to the growing amount of make-up on his face, the increasingly elaborate patterns painted around his eyes, but his patience had been pushed to it’s limit. He’d spent the last half hour trying to convince Cid to give him clearance to teach his little pet how to really use her power, and just as he had the last three times, the fool had refused. But he always got his away. Always. He’d just have to bring the emperor into the matter.

Yes, he’d pick his little doll up and take her for a walk over to the palace. Cid would love that. He’d only been allowed to take Terra from the facility once before, to a speech the emperor had given. But there had been numerous Facility personnel present; this time, it would just be the two of them.

The thought of pressing Cid’s own patience was doing well to cheer him up, until he rounded to corner and faced down the corridor leading to the main hangar. He could see Terra, sitting right where he’d left her on a bench half way down the hall. However, the sight of the little figure next to her was enough to set his blood a boil once more. How dare Cid’s little brat—

Jaw clenched tight enough to be painful, he marched down the hall. Without hesitation, he snatched up a handful of Celes’s hair, right at the scalp, and pulled her head back to look her in the face.

You do you think you’re doing?" he hissed.


lionhearted-imperial:

“Yes,” he ground out. Oh boy. He wasn’t sure if he wanted to explain those two buffoons were actually one and same with the former superior officer. That might not end well. “I see them just fine and that is why I was hiding from them.”

God damn, he hated clowns. And magic. And clowns.

"Good. I was thinking I might be hallucinating." He deliberately left off the fact that hallucinations had proven to be a very real possibility for him in recent months.


dancing-mad-mage:

experimentalknight:

dancing-mad-mage:

Kefka held out his arms, turning his head away melodramatically,”Take me away officer”, he stood there for a few moments before busting out laughing,”Jeez you are SOOOOO uptight!”

The urge to set this buffoon on fire was great, greater than most of his other new violent urges (that he could remember). He reached for the cuffs hooked to his belt, only to find them missing. “Wha—shit!” he cursed harshly in time with the throb in his head. Perhaps he should set this idiot on fire in return for his making a bad day worse.

“Hey was that Thamasan Orphanage as bad for you as it was for me?”

He squinted at the man, his vision beginning to cloud under the pain in his head. “I have no idea what you’re talking about,” he grumbled.


dancing-mad-mage:

experimentalknight:

dancing-mad-mage:

experimentalknight:

I am not in the mood to deal with a disoriented drunk. ”What is you address?” 

“Man I used to be boooooring”, Kefka yawned, ignoring his past self’s question

A vein in his temple throbbed, and he clenched his jaw. “If you’re not going to cooperate, I’m going to have to arrest you.”

Kefka held out his arms, turning his head away melodramatically,”Take me away officer”, he stood there for a few moments before busting out laughing,”Jeez you are SOOOOO uptight!”

The urge to set this buffoon on fire was great, greater than most of his other new violent urges (that he could remember). He reached for the cuffs hooked to his belt, only to find them missing. “Wha—shit!” he cursed harshly in time with the throb in his head. Perhaps he should set this idiot on fire in return for his making a bad day worse.


dancing-mad-mage:

experimentalknight:

dancing-mad-mage:

“My tower kinda went kaboom…”

I am not in the mood to deal with a disoriented drunk. ”What is you address?” 

“Man I used to be boooooring”, Kefka yawned, ignoring his past self’s question

A vein in his temple throbbed, and he clenched his jaw. “If you’re not going to cooperate, I’m going to have to arrest you.”


dancing-mad-mage:

experimentalknight:

dancing-mad-mage:

experimentalknight started following you

“A THIRD ME? I think I might be dreaming… please never wake me”

“…Sir, please return to your home.”

“My tower kinda went kaboom…”

I am not in the mood to deal with a disoriented drunk. ”What is you address?” 


dancing-mad-mage:

experimentalknight started following you

“A THIRD ME? I think I might be dreaming… please never wake me”

"…Sir, please return to your home."


"…I should have known better than to take those extra pain killers."

posted 1 year ago with 2 notes

phantasmal-knight:

experimentalknight:

phantasmal-knight:

experimentalknight:

Kefka’s eyebrows shot half way to his hair line, and his grip on his pen slackened.He was relatively familiar with the family bearing that name, so to hear it here of all places was intriguing. “Well, Ms. Marquez, you’ve earned your trip to Vector.”

Celes wasn’t surprised to see him react that way. I wonder if this will earn me a trip to see Cid as well, she mused. Though where Cid was….she herself wouldn’t be too far behind.

She waited for Kefka to stand up first. “Are we going by chocobo?”

“Oh, no,” Kefka replied, standing. He strode to the door and pulled it open. “We’ll travel in a much more secure manner.” With his eyes narrowed coolly and light smirk on his lips, he bowed and gestured for her to exit.

She raised a brow suspiciously at his bow. Knowing Kefka, it was meant to be mocking. But this was not the Kefka that she knew, so she said nothing and and exited the room. As she did it hit her.

Well of course. They’d travel by one of the magitek vehicles. She had gotten used to the fact that all of the quickest forms of transportation that she grew up with were gone. She sighed, exhaling through her nostrils.

She thought about asking him where it was parked, but she simply decided to be silent instead, her stomach rolling at the thought of climbing back into one of the armored trucks. This entire encounter was going to become a stark reminder of her past the moment she stepped into the armor with him, and it would become even more glaringly evident the moment they entered Vector. The sooner she got back to her time period, the better.

Kefka exited behind her and took the lead, guiding her back the way they’d come, stopping only briefly to tell a secretary to send work to Vector that he would be returning to take care of business. Normally, leaving one’s post in such an abrupt manner would be against protocol, but he was in no mood to go through the motions. He was well aware of the leniency he’d been granted since his emergence from the Facility. 

A warehouse across the street had also been commandeered for Imperial purposes, in this case, to act as an armory and garage. It was here that he lead Maria, selecting a smaller transport vehicle and calling for a driver. He stood by and waited for the enlisted man to help the woman up into the truck.


magitekgeneral:

experimentalknight:

magitekgeneral:

Suddenly it occurred to Celes, though she’d had a good idea before. This obviously wasn’t her time. She’d been all over recently, so how she missed the notion, she had no idea, but now it was all sinking in and she realized, again, that she needn’t say anything out of line. He hadn’t, after all, done anything necessarily wrong.

“Ah, no… I’m… Just lost, I guess,’ she added, realizing that he’d likely want a reason as to why she knew his name. She also realized that this, if any, was a good opportunity to maybe stop things, maybe, but she wasn’t sure if it was already too late. Here he was, though… so normal. 

“Sorry to bother you.”

“Are you from Vector then?” he asked, though his voice retained it’s slightly unfriendly tone, though he made conscious effort to correct it. “Here on business?”

Business? She tried to remember what kind of business even went on in Vector, though she’d honestly never paid attention. Finally, after a lot of hesitation, she nodded. “Yes, I’m a merchant. I apologize for being so forward, I’m… this is the right place, correct?” She looked nothing like a merchant and she knew it, but hopefully he’d believe her.

"The market is further into town, actually," he provided, regarding her with suspicion. Something felt…strange about this girl, though he couldn’t place it.

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