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genessia2015-01-17 11:08 am
warring_triad) wrote in genessia2015-01-17 11:08 am
[Video/Action]
The sky over Genessia city are unusually densely cloudy today. Barely any light is getting through, really. Thunder has been rumbling through the clouds and the occasional bolt of lightning could be seen darting through the gray skies, but that doesn't seem to bother the people on the ground. If anything there seems to be a large party. Traffic has been blocked as nearly a thousand people, all in black robes, congregate in an intersection, their eyes locked on the skies. It is when the video feed clicks on that the cause of the commotion makes himself apparent as Kefka's face is broadcast.
"People of Genessia, rejoice! Your patience and faith has been rewarded, your god has come!" Kefka pauses as the crowd beneath him cheers and shouts praises for a moment. "I have come to cleanse this world of pain and suffering, and give unto all their heart's desire!" Another pause, and more cheering. "BEHOLD THE TRUE FACE OF YOUR GOD!"
As the cheers reach a fever pitch, Kefka's clothes begin to tear and evaporate, leaving only a single cloth around his midsection and waist. His body begins to change, six wings bursting from his back, the lanky stringy build giving way to a muscular build, the makeup and madness caked on his face shifting into a handsome face. Gone is the colorful madman, and in his place a visage fit for a god is revealed.
He raises a hand over his head, the one not holding his communicator, and instantly the clouds overhead part. However, instead of the blue skies Genessia is used to, a golden light fills the area, and again the crowd beneath Kefka is elated.
"Know this, Genessia. I am Kefka Palazzo. I am the Warring Triad given flesh. I am the source of all magic. I am power personified. To those that follow me willingly and bear my mark, I say this; chaos and bedlam are your tools. Go forth and spread my word! Kill, steal, do whatever it takes to sate your thirsts and know your reward shall be great."
The crowd beneath him is less sure of how to react to this statement, but none flinch as Kefka waves a hand over the crowd and the ground beneath their feet sinks and traps the people where they stand, encasing them up to their ankles in stone.
"To those that follow me because they have no choice, I say this. Your worship was amusing while it lasted, but it bores me now. Let's hear some terror, shall we?"
With a snap of his fingers, Kefka removes the control he had over their minds. For a moment, there is no sound, just the confused murmur of the crowd as they come to, nearly a month of their memories gone, and finding themselves rooted to the spot out in the middle of the street. Kefka raises his hand over his head again and a single shaft of light hits the ground next to the crowd, drilling into the asphalt. Slowly the shaft begins expanding and shrieks of terror begin to ring out.
"That's more like it! COME GENESSIA! CELEBRATE THE COMING OF THE GOD OF OBLIVION!"
For the rest of the broadcast, all that can be seen is Kefka's face cackling as the light behind him expands and slowly overtakes everything in the area, the wailing shrieks of those sacrificed to the light echoing until the feed finally cuts after the light engulfs even Kefka.
Once the light subsides, nothing is left standing in its wake except a single structure. A tower that appears to have been made from the wreckage of the nearby buildings, cars, lightposts, anything the light touched. It has all been twisted into a massive pile of scrap, jagged on all sides. Beasts that have never been seen in Genessia or any of its sub-cities can be seen from time to time moving within the structure and around its base. Once everything seems to have settled, three statues rise from the ground forming a perfect triangle around the tower, and a blue barrier erects itself around the structure, the points of the pyramid like barrier landing on each of the statues.
[OOC: Kefka will not be actually responding to posts made here, unless specifically asked for. Consider this a sort of mingle/reactions area, and thread amongst yourselves~!]
"People of Genessia, rejoice! Your patience and faith has been rewarded, your god has come!" Kefka pauses as the crowd beneath him cheers and shouts praises for a moment. "I have come to cleanse this world of pain and suffering, and give unto all their heart's desire!" Another pause, and more cheering. "BEHOLD THE TRUE FACE OF YOUR GOD!"
As the cheers reach a fever pitch, Kefka's clothes begin to tear and evaporate, leaving only a single cloth around his midsection and waist. His body begins to change, six wings bursting from his back, the lanky stringy build giving way to a muscular build, the makeup and madness caked on his face shifting into a handsome face. Gone is the colorful madman, and in his place a visage fit for a god is revealed.
He raises a hand over his head, the one not holding his communicator, and instantly the clouds overhead part. However, instead of the blue skies Genessia is used to, a golden light fills the area, and again the crowd beneath Kefka is elated.
"Know this, Genessia. I am Kefka Palazzo. I am the Warring Triad given flesh. I am the source of all magic. I am power personified. To those that follow me willingly and bear my mark, I say this; chaos and bedlam are your tools. Go forth and spread my word! Kill, steal, do whatever it takes to sate your thirsts and know your reward shall be great."
The crowd beneath him is less sure of how to react to this statement, but none flinch as Kefka waves a hand over the crowd and the ground beneath their feet sinks and traps the people where they stand, encasing them up to their ankles in stone.
"To those that follow me because they have no choice, I say this. Your worship was amusing while it lasted, but it bores me now. Let's hear some terror, shall we?"
With a snap of his fingers, Kefka removes the control he had over their minds. For a moment, there is no sound, just the confused murmur of the crowd as they come to, nearly a month of their memories gone, and finding themselves rooted to the spot out in the middle of the street. Kefka raises his hand over his head again and a single shaft of light hits the ground next to the crowd, drilling into the asphalt. Slowly the shaft begins expanding and shrieks of terror begin to ring out.
"That's more like it! COME GENESSIA! CELEBRATE THE COMING OF THE GOD OF OBLIVION!"
For the rest of the broadcast, all that can be seen is Kefka's face cackling as the light behind him expands and slowly overtakes everything in the area, the wailing shrieks of those sacrificed to the light echoing until the feed finally cuts after the light engulfs even Kefka.
Once the light subsides, nothing is left standing in its wake except a single structure. A tower that appears to have been made from the wreckage of the nearby buildings, cars, lightposts, anything the light touched. It has all been twisted into a massive pile of scrap, jagged on all sides. Beasts that have never been seen in Genessia or any of its sub-cities can be seen from time to time moving within the structure and around its base. Once everything seems to have settled, three statues rise from the ground forming a perfect triangle around the tower, and a blue barrier erects itself around the structure, the points of the pyramid like barrier landing on each of the statues.
[OOC: Kefka will not be actually responding to posts made here, unless specifically asked for. Consider this a sort of mingle/reactions area, and thread amongst yourselves~!]
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Spirit stays stock still where he stands. It's not Maka, that's not Maka becomes a desperate mantra--she looks so much like the meister he struggles to stomach fighting his way through her.
"Then let's do it."
He will transform, ready to spring into unfamiliar hands. His voice is unusually violent when he speaks next, dripping with anger. "Whoever did this is going to pay."
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He's not sure he can wield his Father's former Weapon, that there's a way to without compromising that aesthetic that demands so much of his attention. Ultimately, he decides: facing off against a scythe user like this poor facsimile of his friend makes this battle itself technically bilaterally symmetrical.
That makes him feel better. Marginally. What's not helping is how closed he remains, unwilling to open himself up to the scrutiny of a man he feels he has disappointed. But he can try to make do with what they have, unified at least in this common goal.
"I'm not as skilled as she'll be," he adds stoically, "I'll be counting on you to do most of the technical work. We can't fail here."
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He's able to sense the restraint; it's instinctual awareness and it makes him uncomfortable. There's a sudden sense of pending failure--that without resonance, without working truly together, they will not succeed here. This is not an option, not here and not now.
Without conscious awareness, Spirit molds his wavelength into something a bit more soothing, for both himself and the meister who currently wields him.
"Don't forget about the momentum--with guns you're fighting against recoil. Here, it's about the inertia. If you aren't careful, you can lose your footing and hurt yourself in the process."