[Action within Genessia City]

[warring_triad]

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!]

Comments

[maybeitsmaybelline]

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."

[warring_triad]

Kefka grinned as he took the cigar, chomping on it as he flopped back against the now dead Behemoth. He waved his hand slightly as he puffed out two perfectly circle smoke rings.

"Please, if I wanted someone without any kind of free will, you'd already be doing my bidding. That 'prophet' of mine and the robed idiots you see along the streets? They're just trash. Hell the prophet thought it would be funny to see how well I juggled beer bottles before I... heh... enlightened him."

He takes another drag off his cigar, puffing a smoke star, perfectly formed in the air. "No, I want someone cunning, crafty, and ruthless. And while my spells can do a great job of making mindless drones, they don't have the good sense to get in out of the rain. That's why I brought you back here. Take the mark, and walk out with your mind still firmly in your grip, and a some extra firepower to boot."