warring_triad: (Evil Smirk)
Kefka Palazzo ([personal profile] warring_triad) wrote in [community profile] genessia2015-01-01 10:45 am

[Action within Genessia City]

In Genessia City, what appears to be a new fashion trend is starting to pick up. Many people are ditching their old styles and donning a more conservative look. Simple black robes can be seen everywhere, and those that wear them also bear what appears to be a tattoo on the back of each hand. Three interlocking circles. When questioned, those that wear the robes will eagerly tell of their newfound faith. How they were blessed with a glimpse of their God in person, and that the brand is his mark on their lives. They will also say that the robes are very much optional but that they choose to wear it in deference to their new God.

Those that inquire further will be pointed toward a back alley, where the man that was seen speaking of his own revelation the previous month is standing guard. Only a select few will be allowed past him and into the humble sanctum where Kefka awaits. Are you one of those? At any rate, the 'prophet' will interview any that come to him before that choice is made.

"What can I help you with, my child?"

[OOC: Phase 1 of Kefka's plot is underway! Come banter with the prophet, or come collect your brand and go forth to sow Chaos!]
maybeitsmaybelline: (Definitely judging you right now)

[personal profile] maybeitsmaybelline 2015-01-25 09:59 pm (UTC)(link)
Animals usually put Roman in a bad mood. Chalk it up to being surrounded by Faunus and Grimm all the time. These beasts got some points for being otherworldy and dangerous, at least-- not enough to negate his disdain, but enough to pique his interest.

He stopped just inside the doorway and lounged against his cane. The relaxed posture was at odds with his sharp gaze, which scanned every corner of the room before it finally came to rest on Kefka. He raised an eyebrow.

"What exactly are you the god of?"

Clowns, apparently, but Roman wasn't quite brash enough to suggest that before he could get a feel for the man.
Edited 2015-01-25 22:00 (UTC)
maybeitsmaybelline: (Huh.)

[personal profile] maybeitsmaybelline 2015-01-31 02:13 am (UTC)(link)
Ok, so he was the god of clowns and pretentious monologues. One day Roman would find a happy medium between a boss who didn't communicate and one who didn't shut up. One day.

Not that he was willing to call this madman his boss. Maybe a business partner, if the offer was good, but he had his dignity to think about. Roman wasn't going to kneel to a guy who wore even more makeup than him.

"You have my attention," he said. "What kind of business proposition?"
maybeitsmaybelline: (....)

[personal profile] maybeitsmaybelline 2015-02-04 01:55 am (UTC)(link)
"I'm going to assume that's a hypothetical question, since you know my type so well."

There was more than a little sarcasm there. He was shamelessly greedy, but taking things wasn't the point. Mind you he liked the champagne and caviar, but any drug dealer or white collar criminal could have that and deal with a lot less stress. What he loved was the adrenaline when he escaped the cops yet again. He loved the horror of victims who could fight back, but they never did because they had been trapped in a bubble of safety and civilization so long they'd forgotten what they were capable of. He loved the freedom of doing something just to prove that he could. That was worth more than anything he could ever steal.

The offer sounded nice, but it fell firmly in the 'too good to be true' category.

"No no no. 'I thrive on chaos and greed' is cartoon villain motivation. Now I like the direction this is going, but since you're not a cartoon villain--"

He paused and glanced over the absurd clothes and makeup.

"Since you're probably not a cartoon villain," he revised, "I'm going to need to know your real motive."
maybeitsmaybelline: (Got a light?)

[personal profile] maybeitsmaybelline 2015-02-08 02:36 am (UTC)(link)
Roman listened quietly, his face carefully blank as he considered. That was significantly more than he'd expected from this nut job. And yeah, he was still a nut job. That came with the territory of vengeance and mass destruction, especially considering that Genessia wasn't even the world that did this to him. But he obviously had a keen mind behind all that madness, and who didn't want to see society brought to its knees? Well-- who among the people Roman associated with, anyway. He didn't trust this 'god' but he might be able to respect him, and that was a start.

He pulled out two cigars and lit one. He wasn't quite ready to commit, but for the first time he didn't look like he was ready to turn and run at a moment's notice. He stepped forward and offered the other cigar to Kefka.

"There's not going to be any brainwashing involved, is there? Because I would make a pretty horrible devotee. Robes don't suit me at all."