Kefka studied Roman's body language as he responded, mind clicking back into the diplomat role he had to fill in the Gestahlian empire for so long. Ruthless as he was, he was also skilled at the role, just not subtle. "The real reason?"
He grinned, a dark grin as he flopped back into a lounging position against the Behemoth. "Take a good look at me, and what do you see? My guess is that you see a madman in colorful garb and a painted face. Well guess what?"
Kefka takes two fingers and drags them across his face hard enough to pull the skin along with the fingers for a while before holding them up to show Roman the clean gloves. "This isn't makeup. My skin is bleached, and around my eyes the injection points that gave me my power are forever scarred. The red is where the powdered magicite that was injected into my body gathered. My eyes were irreparably damaged in the procedure preventing me from seeing colors."
How much of what he was saying was up for debate. Not even Kefka knew for sure whether or not he painted his face and just magically sealed the makeup in place or if his face truly was scarred beyond recognition. Like so many things, the truth at any given point for Kefka was whatever he wanted it to be. As such, it was with complete conviction that he glowered as he sat up.
"People saw me as a madman, my disability as proof that I was crazy. They ridiculed me, destroyed my career, and wanted to lock me away. My power was the only thing that kept me out of an insane asylum. Even then, I was a laughing stock in the Imperial Court that I had given so much to. Pitied and despised by those I aimed to help with my research. All those conveniences they enjoyed were derived from my work, and they treated me like dirt."
He pounded his fist on the Behemoth's outstretched leg, a sickening crunch could be heard just before the beast bellowed in pain. Kefka threw the gargantuan beast a dirty look before waving his hand as its snout was encased in ice and the thing began struggling to break the ice.
"You could say I'm a bit bitter and vengeful. I want to see the people of this world who have treated me just as I was treated in mine suffer. To see their bloated society brought low and to show them what true power is."
Kefka watched as the beast's struggles became more and more labored before finally the beast lay still. "How 'bout it? You up to show these conceited fools just how low on the totem pole they truly are?"
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He grinned, a dark grin as he flopped back into a lounging position against the Behemoth. "Take a good look at me, and what do you see? My guess is that you see a madman in colorful garb and a painted face. Well guess what?"
Kefka takes two fingers and drags them across his face hard enough to pull the skin along with the fingers for a while before holding them up to show Roman the clean gloves. "This isn't makeup. My skin is bleached, and around my eyes the injection points that gave me my power are forever scarred. The red is where the powdered magicite that was injected into my body gathered. My eyes were irreparably damaged in the procedure preventing me from seeing colors."
How much of what he was saying was up for debate. Not even Kefka knew for sure whether or not he painted his face and just magically sealed the makeup in place or if his face truly was scarred beyond recognition. Like so many things, the truth at any given point for Kefka was whatever he wanted it to be. As such, it was with complete conviction that he glowered as he sat up.
"People saw me as a madman, my disability as proof that I was crazy. They ridiculed me, destroyed my career, and wanted to lock me away. My power was the only thing that kept me out of an insane asylum. Even then, I was a laughing stock in the Imperial Court that I had given so much to. Pitied and despised by those I aimed to help with my research. All those conveniences they enjoyed were derived from my work, and they treated me like dirt."
He pounded his fist on the Behemoth's outstretched leg, a sickening crunch could be heard just before the beast bellowed in pain. Kefka threw the gargantuan beast a dirty look before waving his hand as its snout was encased in ice and the thing began struggling to break the ice.
"You could say I'm a bit bitter and vengeful. I want to see the people of this world who have treated me just as I was treated in mine suffer. To see their bloated society brought low and to show them what true power is."
Kefka watched as the beast's struggles became more and more labored before finally the beast lay still. "How 'bout it? You up to show these conceited fools just how low on the totem pole they truly are?"