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Well ive tried my hand at writing again. Its a story about Kefka pre Magitek infusion. Heres chapter 1

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CHAPTER 1~

The following takes place about a year after the esper campaign.



Palazzo Manor
1800 -evening


It was a cold morning as a sixteen year old Kefka Palazzo looked out from the top story window of his Families Villa.

“Do you require anything sir?”

It was that ANNOYING serving maid Weesha again.Weesha was seventeen years old, and had just recently received employment in the manor. She had Flowing blonde hair, full breasts, and long legs. She was unusually pale but when talking with Kefka she went almost white. That day she wore a white bodice and a red skirt.

“Must you always be so irritating Weese?”

Kefka put an especially acidic accent on the girls self given nickname.

“N-No sir I only meant to...” She was cut mid sentence by Kefka’s flying hand.

“Uwehehehehe! IDIOT.”
Kefka Returned his gaze to the town below.

“I don’t recall dismissing you bitch”

he said as he saw her attempt to creep out of the solar.

“Y-Yessir?”

Kefka was dressed in his complete gallantry that day. A green vest over a red silk shirt with pants to match. Over all he wore a Flowing Satin cape. To complete the eccentric picture he had a goose feather sticking out of his head band. Kefka’s flashing eyes looked down at the girl screaming of the arrogance only a sixteen year old rich boy could possess.

“ Look down at them Weese. Look at them. They’re pitiful. Scratching their ways through the dirt, trying to beat out their neighbors that they claim to love.”

“But sir not everyone is like that, love does exist, its beautiful and....” She stopped almost like she had been slapped again. But this time it was due to the realization of whom she was addressing.

“No please go on.” He said, “ I do so enjoy being Bullshitted by an ignorant fuck.”

“I’m sorry sir”

“Oh but I do believe I have found a way for you to make it up to me” Kefka laughed one of his most arrogant laughs and threw her on the lovely canopy bed with covers seemingly made from the same material as Kefka’s cloak As he moved into finish what he started a knock came at his door. Weesha looked scared half out of her mind by this point and was trying not to look relieved by the interruption.

“ WHAT IS IT!” Kefka shouted , still hunched over the girl ( who had gone white in the face.)

“Your lord father requests your presence sir.”

“Tell him to bugger,” at this he met Weesha’s terrified gaze, “Im busy!”

“My pardons m’lord but its urgent.”

“Dammit! Fine I’ll be there in a minute.” With an exasperated sigh he got up from Weesha. She continued to lie on the satin bed as if petrified.

“Well don’t just sit there woman. Clean something” With that Kefka adjusted himself in the mirror above his dresser and walked out of the room. Weesha quickly adjusted herself, exited the room, and went to prepare dinner. After all the Emperor himself was coming to visit.

Kefka walked down the hallway in what appeared to be one of his worse moods (not that his best and worse had to much difference.) The plush carpet under his shoes seemed to absorb his steps like a flan as he stepped, and any displaced fabric reformed seconds later. The Palazzo manor was richly decorated. On the walls were many pictures of the previous generation of owners of the house, something Kefka vowed to rid himself of the second the ‘old man’ cashed out. There were countless doors and windows, and it was all so large you could lose yourself for hours before you found another person. The Palazzo’s, it was said , had been the ruling family of Mizdane since the War Of The Magi. Mizdane was a small town north of Maranda on the southern continent. It had been the first city to bend the knee when Gesthal the first started his military campaign. Now two hundred years later Gesthal the fourth was coming to visit.
Kefka walked into his fathers chambers and shut the door behind him. In the corner a fire was burning in the hearth. His father was sitting behind his desk writing a letter to someone for something or another. Personally Kefka didn’t care for diplomacy, and vowed to rule his people with an iron fist.
“ What is it now father? Decided to go on that vacation after all?” Kefka laughed at his own joke.
His father looked up from his work and frowned.
“As you probably know Gesthal is coming to visit this evening to discuss the military goals, and what he calls ‘our fair share’.”
Kefka looked bored and grabbed a small statuette of a chimera from his fathers desk, which he began idly twirling in his hand.

“What of the old fart? So he comes, demands his ‘fair share’, you give, and he leaves. What’s the big deal?”

Kefka looked up from the statue and to his father. His father met his glare. Vittorio Palazzo was a hard man. He wore a black doublet over a white shirt, and black pants. He had gray hair flecked with black. His hair was well trimmed and seemed to continue down his face to a large bushy beard. The feature that stood out the most were his large eyebrows , which he raised now.



“That arrogant attitude of yours is going to get you in a boatload of trouble one day. But it shan’t be tonight.”

Kefka threw the Chimera statue out the window.

“What the hell are you talking about?” Kefka snapped.

Vittorio pulled out his watch and glanced at it.

“Yes well to be honest with you you’re an embarrassment to our family. And I am sending you to live with your uncle Felix in Jidoor. By my watch the boat will arrive at the dock in one hour, the Emperor arrives in two, disgraceful as you may be your certainly not lacking in intelligence. Your departed mother helped you there.”

Kefka slammed his fist on the desk

“How dare you! You evil old slime! How dare you insinuate that I am somehow incapable of mingling with you and your war hawk buddies!”

Vittorio looked back to his letter. “My decision is final. Good day. Alfred, Gered.”

Two men walked in the door and grabbed Kefka’s arms.

“GRRRRRRR, you can’t do this to me! Mark my words old man I will kill you!”

Kefka was dragged out of the house, kicking the whole time, then thrown a barge bound for Jidoor.

This post has been edited by MogMaster on 26th June 2004 21:08

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If you've been mod-o-fied,
It's an illusion, and you're in-between.
Don't you be tarot-fied,
It's just alot of nothing, so what can it mean?
~Frank Zappa

Sins exist only for people who are on the Way or approaching the Way

MogMaster, it was alright. You have a couple of grammatical errors, and it is a bit too riddled with profanity. I thought the whole point was that Kefka went a bit loony after receiving Magitek Infusion, not before.

If portray him as being too overly ruthless and vile pre-Magitek Infusion, there will be no room for character development. Especially since you make him seem more atrocious pre-infusion (I don't remember Kefka ever using extreme profanity, or violently asserting himself like he does with the girl over minor disputes.... I can see him telling her that she is an imbecile and have her clean his shoes or what not, but NOT push her onto the bed and pull himself over her... sorry) than he is protrayed in the game post-infusion, there seems to be reverse character development.

Maybe if you made him just a tempermental, arrogant youth before Magitek Infusion you could write about how the treatment brought out a primal, instinctive sense within Kefka and caused his temper to manifest itself in malicious violence as in the game.

Also, why did you make his disdain for Gestahl so overt right away? Don't you think he would conceal that at first–Kefka is not one for open scheming. He is more discreet about what he actually thinks as it helps him further his goals to play along with others' plans until he can fulfill his own aspirations.

This post has been edited by Stephen the Third on 23rd May 2004 02:52

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Je ne t'aime plus,
Mon amour...

Je ne t'aime plus,
Tous les jours...

Well In the Japanese Version he was quite profain. At this point he doesnt desire all that much power as you see. I was a Supporter of the pre infusion evil theory. He can get worse as it goes on anyhow. Tust me i know what im doing

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If you've been mod-o-fied,
It's an illusion, and you're in-between.
Don't you be tarot-fied,
It's just alot of nothing, so what can it mean?
~Frank Zappa

Sins exist only for people who are on the Way or approaching the Way

MogMaster, I'm just saying that Gestahl would NOT infuse someone who abhors him openly.

"Oh hey, this kid has a loose, violent temper. He also has an open disdain for me. I'LL MAKE HIM MY RIGHT HAND MAN!" Please...

I understand that he was profane (not profain) in the Japanese version. But you portray him as being MORE despicable pre-infusion than post-infusion.

At least he was somewhat comical in what he chose to flip out about in the game. By looking at your little fanfiction, it looks as if the Magitek Infusion made Kefka GENTLER. I guess if that is what you want, then you know what you are doing.

I'm not saying that you have to make him look timid pre-infusion, but you are making him look MORE VICIOUS before the infusion than he is shown after it.

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Je ne t'aime plus,
Mon amour...

Je ne t'aime plus,
Tous les jours...

Despite Criticism Heres chapter 2.

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Palazzo Manor
2030 evening.

The Emperor had arrived almost exactly on time along with a procession of his Magitek armor clad warriors. After a quick greeting they were shown inside to the waiting feast. Vittorio let Gesthal take the head seat as he sat one chair off to the side. After a toast to the ancestors, as was tradition, the feast began. The Soldiers were seated at the far end of the brightly lit hall, while the nobles and head ‘war hawks’ sat closest to the Emperor. Among the nobles were, Edward Cristophe, governor of Albrook, Razpo Lavore, minister of foreign affairs, and Federico Gaven, military governor of occupied Tzen. Tzen was a rebellious town and needed an iron thumb to keep it in check. Federico had the needed thumb, once going so far as to test out the new Magitek technology on political prisoners. Cid Drack was also there, as head of Magitek development he was naturally important.
Vittorio had not spared any expense at the board. Among the dishes served was imported roasted Cirpus from the Koltz range, a stew from fish and onions from the Lete river, imported wine from Mobliz, and of course a local brand of cheese known as Herespy. Noble and soldier alike both enjoyed the feast.
Gesthal spoke to Vittorio, “So where is this son of yours? I heard he’s as smart as they come. I for one would have liked to see for myself.”
Gesthal was clad in his imperial fineries of course. Long black robes trimmed with red, and his flowing white hair pulled back in a pony tail. He looked more like a wise grandfather than Emperor though.
Vittorio shifted uncomfortably in his chair at the mention of his son.
“Ahhh well, I had hoped he would stick around, but he was intent on continuing his studies under his uncles guidance in Jidoor. In fact he left not one hour prior to your arrival.”
Gesthal looked slightly defeated
“Hmm a shame.”
“A shame indeed!” said a voice behind them.
Vittorio turned around and there he stood. Still wearing his green cloak and glaring at his father. It was indeed him. If Vittorio was surprised he didn’t show it. He instead calmly said, “Well then please sit.”
Cid almost as if commanded got up and made a place for Kefka.
“Oh not to worry, I was just thinking of taking a tour of the villa anyway.” Cid said in a humble voice. Kefka sat down in the vacant place and immediately ordered some strong red wine.
“Well Emperor it seems as though you’ve gotten your wish. Sadly I could not make it to my uncles. Through some sad misfortune our poor captain tripped on his sword. We were forced to immediately return to home port. A pity really. Nice fellow” Kefka laughed again. Gesthal listened to the tale and at the end looked slightly amused.
“A shame indeed.” Gesthal chuckled.
Vittorio looked slightly sickened by the end of the tale. Gesthal wondered what his problem was but instead it was his son he addressed. “ Yes so Kefka, I hear your quite the cunning lad. Tell me, what do you think of our plan to take the lands north of the veldt? Edward let me see the map”
Edward Cristophe produced a map from somewhere within his robes, and wordlessly handed them to Gesthal, who rolled them out on the table. Kefka quickly surveyed the map.
“Hmm it seems to me you’ve left Doma out of your calculations. Its smack dab in the middle of the continent.”
Gesthal raised an eyebrow and replied: “ Actually no. We realized this would be a problem. The only way to get around the fools, is to wage some war it seems to me. We’ve been debating the best way to approach it though.”
Kefka glanced at the map again. “Well look here,” he pointed to the narrow body of water that Separated the south part of the continent from the north, “Simply cross here and open two fronts. With no where to retreat and two battles to fight they’re done for.”
Gesthal looked again. “Hmm yes, yes indeed. Kefka, how would you like to come back to Vector with me? I could use a man of logic around. I’m quite sick of the yes men and idiots.”
“Why yes emperor I would like that very much.” Kefka shot a glance at his father who was turning red at the neck. “What’s wrong father? Swallowed a bit to much wine?”
As Vittorio tried to reply the words seemed to stick in his throat. All that came out was a noise that sounded like a dying animal. Suddenly Vittorio was clawing at his throat.
“COUGH. COUGH”
Vittorio knocked over a glass of wine on the table. Kefka had a look of pure amusement on his face. Gesthal simply watched on conveying no emotion. Razpo spoke, “Vittorio? What the hell’s the matter with you?”
“COUGH COUGH”
Vittorio ran out of the dining room. By now all talking had ceased, and all 200 of the guests had followed him out the door. Vittorio was Kneeling on the lawn, all his noble pride gone. He was desperately clawing at his throat ripping the flesh off at this point.
He crawled his way to where his son was standing with an arrogant grin
“help....COUGH....me....HACK!” he said in a hoarse voice.
Then Vittorio Palazzo collapsed. The last thing he saw before his eyes closed forever, was a broken chimera statuette lying in the grass.

This post has been edited by MogMaster on 26th June 2004 21:11

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If you've been mod-o-fied,
It's an illusion, and you're in-between.
Don't you be tarot-fied,
It's just alot of nothing, so what can it mean?
~Frank Zappa

Sins exist only for people who are on the Way or approaching the Way

MogMaster, I apologize if I seemed over critical about your fanfiction. I was just presenting what could arise as possible problems later on. If you know what you are doing and can remedy this, then excellent work.

One question, though. Did you mean to use the Chimera to function symbolically in the story? I assume so, since you mention its broken image being the last thing Kefka's father sees before his death. Did you intend for it to symbolize his father's loss of power, or the realization of his son's ruthlessness?

As you probably know, the Chimera, in Greek mythology, was truly an amalgamation of different beasts. With a lion's head, goat's body, dragon's hind and a snake for a tail, I took the beast to function as a a symbol of Kefka's duplicitous, multi-faceted mind. He presents whatever side of himself he needs to in order to either intimidate or persuade one into helping him further his own goals, even if that means acting subordinate temporarily. Excellent work if this is what you were trying to convey. If I am looking too deeply into this, sorry. I found the little focus on the chimera statue to be quite sophisticated, though. Congrats.

For readers that may not be familiar with the mythological beast, perhaps a description of it when Kefka holds the statue would do well to acquaint them with it. The second Chapter is an improvement.

A mere suggestion of mine, of course. But perhaps something along the lines of:

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Kefka looked almost analytically at the statuette as he tossed it up in the air, his hand shaking angrily–it was as if Kefka would decide to let the statue fall and shatter then quickly opt to catch it instead, repeating the cyclical fluctuations in his temperment.

"My father," he muttered, "dignifies this wretched beast, telling me that it symbolizes the many facets of ambition that brought the Pallazzo family to its glory."

Kefka's eyes narrowed as he violently snatched the statue out of the air, this time holding it in front of his face rather than throwing it up again.

"What a pitiful create, showing all of its vile sides at once.  A true monstrosity would do best to hide its malice rather than flaunt it through acrimonious heads and appendages that give away its hatred and ruthlessness."

Please don't judge my worthless attempt at writing, as I am no author. But I figured a comment like that would really add to the usage of the chimera in your story.

This post has been edited by Stephen the Third on 23rd May 2004 06:32

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Je ne t'aime plus,
Mon amour...

Je ne t'aime plus,
Tous les jours...

thanks but I prefer to keep everything my own work


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If you've been mod-o-fied,
It's an illusion, and you're in-between.
Don't you be tarot-fied,
It's just alot of nothing, so what can it mean?
~Frank Zappa

Sins exist only for people who are on the Way or approaching the Way

As you should, MogMaster. I wasn't insinuating that you had to copy the situation that I presented word for word, but merely meant that if you were going to bring in the symbolic imagery of the chimera statue you would have to explain it in one way or another. Currently, you do not even acknowledge what the chimera means as far as symbolism, metaphor, or relevance to the story.

For the sake of good presentation, if you are going to write about the chimera statue multiple times throughout the fanfiction there needs to be continuity and an explanation as to why you chose to focus on that aspect of the story.

Apply this continuity as you please, just make sure that it expounds the point you are trying to make.

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Je ne t'aime plus,
Mon amour...

Je ne t'aime plus,
Tous les jours...

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For the sake of good presentation, if you are going to write about the chimera statue multiple times throughout the fanfiction there needs to be continuity and an explanation as to why you chose to focus on that aspect of the story.

Stephen, don't ever, ever, use words such as needed and must when talking about art in general and writing in particular. I've personally seen pretty much all boundries broken when it comes to literature, and I can guarantee you that all concepts can come out good. Some need more skill to be done properly then others, but eventually you don't "need" anything.

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Among the nobles were, Edward DesFleures, governor of Albrook

I'm interested in where this is going. As Stephen indicated, you made Kefka Palazzio a monster before the Infusion, and I'm curious. How will he change after the Infusion?

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For the sake of good presentation, if you are going to write about the chimera statue multiple times throughout the fanfiction there needs to be continuity and an explanation as to why you chose to focus on that aspect of the story.

Sometimes, a statue's just a statue. =)

This post has been edited by Zephir on 23rd May 2004 21:26

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~Status Report~

* Completed... Dragon's Head
* Completed... Soldiers of the Empire: Disciples (release pending)
* In Progress/Undecided... Of Love and Betrayal
* Planning/Assembly... Where it all Began

I imagine most FF6 players know what a Chimera is, considering you can fight them in the wooded area near Thamasa, among other places :-) But thanks for that explanation, I didn't know it was from Greek mythology, anyway.

Mogmaster, you're getting better. :-) I don't see any spelling errors, though your grammar is still a little rough in some spots. I can see the improvement in your writing, though, even just from the Gogo fanfiction contest. The story is interesting thus far, as well. Kefka showing one face to his father, and a completely different one to Gesthal.

One thing; when you're adressing an emperor by his title, it's Emperor. Like: "Certainly, Emperor, I'll get that right away."

This post has been edited by Elena99 on 23rd May 2004 22:23

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I had an old signature. Now I've changed it.

Chapter 3. Two scenes. Thanks for the comments. I have yet to go back and change all the Emperors though. Ill get on that eventually. .
Thanks fot the support its a great source of inspiration to keep me going.

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Palazzo manor
1500 - One day later.

Kefka could hardly believe the events of last night. He had ki(led his father. The old bastard would never trouble him again. It was a funny feeling he thought, it must be like being in jail your whole life, then killing the warden and getting of" scot free. The question was on every bodies lips, “Who was to rule in Kefka’s place?” Kefka had decided a trip to the capital was just what he needed, not to mention a position of high prestige for one so young. That morning Kefka knew a decision must be made. As he paced his solar a knock cam$ at the door.
“Who’s there?” he snapped. Actually h$ was in a good mood (not that h(s good and bad differentiated much.) In walked Federico Gaven. Federico was wearing his usual brown robes trimmed with white, today he seemed to look even grayer than usual. It was no secret that Federico Gaven was an unhealthy man. “Well milord, looking into your problem of successor, I believe I can help you” Federico coughed. “ You see.. *ACHUM*... ,” Kefka winced at the throaty noise, “Gesthal has been thinking abou` setting up conventional government in Tzen, one of my .... pol(tical beliefs, is not s`ited to rule these people. So you see I would be perfect to rule Mizdane in your absence, If Milord is willing to let me.” If Federico was trying to hide his emotions at that time, he was doing a bad job, he was shaking with anticipation, (or maybe sickness ,) and was sweating bullets. Kefka met his nervous gaze and looked into his eyes with a unrecognizable look for a full 5 seconds before he said,
“Hmm might as well. Im not like to find a better option, it was you or Weese, and that bitch wouldn’t know her head from the mop.” Gaven seemed to relax a bit. “ Just don’t burn the place, and stay the hell out of my solar. Father’s office will suffice for your needs.” at that Kefka turned around and gazed down at the town. It was the last time he would see that glow of the sun on the houses.
“Well what are you waiting for? Get the hell out!” Kefka never turned around as Gaven quickly left the room among a barrage of rapid fire thank you’s, bowing and nervous coughs.


Vector
900 One Year later.

“It’s going to be huge. This could change the fate of the Empire.” Cid Drack was in an absolute titter that day. It was morning and Cid was holding a private meeting with the Emperor and his closest panel of advisors. Needless to say common soldiers were NOT in attendance. Gesthal was on his throne made of steel, Kefka was standing at his left, and his personal bodyguard, Edward Cristophe's own son Leo, was shifting his feet uncomfortably to his right. Leo in fact had only been appointed, at the recommendation of his father, two weeks ago, and still did not seem to be adjusting to the position as well as his father had hoped. However, Gesthal knew Leo’s worth. It was reported that on a hunting excursion he had defended his father, who had been wounded, against an assault of five Ralphs.
“Now explain to me again what you have in mind?” Gesthal almost seemed bored.
“Well,” Cid said getting excited again, “ as you know, seeing as how you led the expedition yourself, we have in our research facility actual Espers.” Cid paused and looked around nervously before starting again. “ We believe that through a process of extraction and genetic manipulation, involving injection of Esper cells into human cells we might just be able to..... create humans with the ability to wield magic!” At this everyone in attendance grew a look on their face that more or less resembled a group of frogs that just hopped into a room full of flies. Cid, after stopping to enjoy the looks on everyone’s face, resumed.
“ Now as you know operation Esperhume, codename TERRA, is going to take some time. The girl seems to be exhibiting signs of adeptness with fire. However as you all know sending a child of roughly 3 into battle is ludicrous. This solution would provide us with war ready Magitek soldiers at need.” Cid paused again to pull a diagram out of his yellow coat, after unrolling it on a easel in front of his audience he continued.
“ As you can see here,”Cid indicated the diagram of a structure that looked something like a mechanized suit of armor, “ we have already been able to introduce the element of, I suppose you would call it ‘Magic’, into armor prototypes. We’ve adeptly named it ‘Magitek Armor’. Adding a magical effect to a inanimate object is very simple. However to add a magical effect to live tissue is difficult to say the least. However gentlemen, today marks a new day for the empire!”
Gesthal stood up. “ Indeed Cid. This is an occasion. Today we are closer to realizing our dreams than ever before! Today is the day we humans master ‘Magic’!”
“Ah, but Emperor, we have a lack of candidates to test this on. As it is a new process, as well as being very top secret, we need a candidate worthy of such an infusion. No ordinary soldier would do I’m afraid. The last thing we need is bar fights involving lightning.”
“You bring up a good point Cid.” Gesthal merely looked to his right where Leo stood. “Leo, I would like to recommend that you be this first Magitek Knight we seek to create.”
Leo turned pale in the face.
“Is this a problem for you?” Gesthal inquired, asking with both his words and a raised eyebrow. Leo moved to the front of the large steel chair, fell to one knee, and averted his eyes to the floor.
“Sir, I humbly ask that you do not wish this of me.” Gesthal stared down at him like a father, whose his son who just refused to carry on the family farm. Leo, without lifting his eyes continued.
“ It seems to me that a warrior who needs magic to slay a man, has no right to slay said man. There is no honor in having such an advantage in battle my liege.”
Leo remained at the Emperors feet for a full 10 seconds as everyone in the room looked on as though it was two gladiators were in a sword lock. It was a lock of a different kind, a lock of minds.
“Hmpf. If mister honor won’t take the opportunity I will.”
Everyone in the room, including the Emperor and Leo (who lifted his head but did not rise,) immediately turned there gaze to the oddly dressed man at the Emperors left. Gesthal without conveying the slightest hint of emotion simply said, “Very Well.” Kefka Palazzo grinned

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This post has been edited by MogMaster on 17th June 2004 05:12

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If you've been mod-o-fied,
It's an illusion, and you're in-between.
Don't you be tarot-fied,
It's just alot of nothing, so what can it mean?
~Frank Zappa

Sins exist only for people who are on the Way or approaching the Way

I think you'll be glad to hear that I found this chaper to be somehow better then the previous two. It was a little more subtle and thoughtful then the others.

Some points of attention:

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Cid Drack was in an absolute titter that day.

. If the entire structure of Heaven and Earth hasn't just seen the greatest coincidence in the history of time, I'd say that you used the last name that I gave him in one of my works. That's okay, I've done worse last names, but keep in mind that this is no official information. For as far as I know, Kefka is the only non-battle character with such information available.

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Gesthal stood up. “ Indeed Cid. This is an occasion. Today we are closer to realizing our dreams than ever before! Today is the day we humans master ‘Magic’!”

The game strongly indicates that Gestahl is very much aware of the magical abilities of humans in the War of the Magi (reclaim what is ours, ancient writings, you collect the quotes), so I would put the word 'again' in a few times.

This post has been edited by Djibriel on 24th May 2004 21:07

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The Collapse of Heaven and Earth

Remember when I said I kinda liked it? Make that "really like it".

Also, it's not necessary to have that "again" in there like Djibriel suggests. From where I'm sitting, I doubt he would actually consider the ancient humans in his statement, so it's fine where it is, IMO.

This post has been edited by Zephir on 25th May 2004 04:09

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~Status Report~

* Completed... Dragon's Head
* Completed... Soldiers of the Empire: Disciples (release pending)
* In Progress/Undecided... Of Love and Betrayal
* Planning/Assembly... Where it all Began

Yeah Djibriel. I stole a bunch of your names. I thought they were good anyway. . I figured they were as good as any to use.

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If you've been mod-o-fied,
It's an illusion, and you're in-between.
Don't you be tarot-fied,
It's just alot of nothing, so what can it mean?
~Frank Zappa

Sins exist only for people who are on the Way or approaching the Way

It is pretty interesting, and why did the year kind of change between chapters? just a bit curious.

Well heres the Next exciting chapter. Its a little short but its building to a climax.

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Vector
1000 one week later

Kefka woke up that day and immediately remembered what lay ahead for him this day. Today was the day. Kefka opened his eyes and walked to his wardrobe. The room he was given was a small room in the imperial palace. It was only twenty square feet and had no windows. At all times an array of lamps was lit along the back wall, illuminating the room in an artificial glow. The carpet was a thick, and the was a red color that reminded Kefka of blood. Kefka had brought his bed from home claiming that he had slept on it everyday of his life, and intended to keep it that way. Kefka gazed at his own reflection in the mirror above his wardrobe, and wondered if by the end of the day it would be the same person that looked back. After dressing in his usual eccentric shades of red and green he left the room. The process was set to begin at 1030 and Kefka, for once, did not intend to be fashionably late.

Vector- Magitek Laboratory
1030

Cid was absolutely beaming with energy. He was running around the lab like a bee in a field. Kefka seemed somewhat less enthusiastic about the whole thing though.
“Cid, you wretch, I haven’t all day! I’d prefer to get this over with before my hair turns white.”
Kefka was obviously nervous, but was doing his best to hide it. Lab 24 was a sterile looking white cell. In the center Kefka was sitting on a large chair made of steel. Along the walls were a series of tables containing a large quantity of test tubes and beakers labeled with words such as: JINN, POSEIDON, and THOR. Each tube contained a different colored liquid like substance. Cid walked over to Kefka and gave him a gray liquid.
“All right Kefka settle down. Let’s begin. First drink this.”
Kefka looked questioningly at the gray liquid. “What the hell is it?”
“Nothing, it’s just going to put you to sleep” Kefka looked angrily at Cid saying with his facial expressions, “How dare you presume to drowse me like a child at the dentist.” However, Cid sensed Kefka’s anger, and before he could open his mouth said, “Please sir. The procedure is very painful. Where I have no doubts as to your pain tolerance, the animal test subjects all passed out from it. I would just as soon save you the trouble and put you out now.” Kefka was unable to see Cid’s face through his mask but simply said, “Fine then.” and drank it. Slowly the world drifted out of focus. Vaguely in some far off land he heard Cid’s voice.
“Right then lets begin.”
And then there was sleep.

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If you've been mod-o-fied,
It's an illusion, and you're in-between.
Don't you be tarot-fied,
It's just alot of nothing, so what can it mean?
~Frank Zappa

Sins exist only for people who are on the Way or approaching the Way

Chapter 5 Enjoy

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Vector Magitek Lab
1834 - Post Infusion.

Kefka opened his eyes to the white room. Something was different. He felt odd.
“Well?” Cid was standing over him looking anxious, like a child who was waiting for a cake to finish baking.
Kefka bolted upright in the steel chair. Suddenly he knew what this feeling was. It was power. He felt the raw surge of power flowing through his veins. It was amazing, like nothing he ever felt before. It was like waking up for the first time all over again. Kefka began to speak to no one in particular in a monotonous tone. The whole time he was staring at his own hands.
“It’s incredible. I feel... I feel.... Power. This is true power. Never before have I felt so alive.”
Kefka turned to Cid.
“ This is truly what life should be!”
A light seemed to radiate from Kefka’s eyes. Then he was roaring with laughter.
“Heheheh.. Mwahaahaaaaaa!”
Kefka bolted from the chair. Everyone stepped back two steps and looked at each other with faces filled with confusion, and fear. Kefka seemed to forget the other people in the room, and walked out. Cid was ecstatic.
“Hey! There’s more tests to be done! Kefka come back here!”
From the hall they heard a scream. As the walked out they were shocked and horrified. Kefka standing over a soldier who was burning on the ground. The soldier was obviously dead, and through the flames the scientists saw his facial expression of fear and pain.
“Uwehehehe! How’s that for a test Cid? Ask this fellow. It was a complete success!”
Cid was looking back and forth between the grinning Kefka and the flaming corpse of the soldier with a face filled with mixed emotions.
“K-Kefka. Please come back in here. We must examine you. Please sir.”
Cid was pleading like a beggar at a rich man’s door.
“Bugger on you. I’ll do as I please.”
Cid saw the light pass over Kefka’s eyes again.
“Starting with this!”
Kefka waved his hand at the scientists and in an instant they were all knocked back into the wall by a freezing cold wind. Cid looked up from the floor where Kefka stood grinning once again.
“I-Incredible. H- he has such control over the magic. It’s as though he had these powers all his life...”
Then Cid passed out.
Kefka turned his back to the cluster of unconscious scientists and headed for the exit. He knew exactly where he was going.

This post has been edited by MogMaster on 26th May 2004 23:23

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If you've been mod-o-fied,
It's an illusion, and you're in-between.
Don't you be tarot-fied,
It's just alot of nothing, so what can it mean?
~Frank Zappa

Sins exist only for people who are on the Way or approaching the Way

o.O SWEEEEEEET!
But supposedly, Kefka went mad after a FAILED infusion.
But overall, great

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I fear my heart and fear my soul
Life goes on, it surely will,
Without me and I wonder:
Will I ever see light again?

Life goes on...

i dont recall where it said it was failed. Just something went wrong and Kefka Snapped.

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If you've been mod-o-fied,
It's an illusion, and you're in-between.
Don't you be tarot-fied,
It's just alot of nothing, so what can it mean?
~Frank Zappa

Sins exist only for people who are on the Way or approaching the Way

Yeah, it's only failed in the sense that Kefka went mad. =)

Btw,

This post has been edited by Zephir on 27th May 2004 01:14

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~Status Report~

* Completed... Dragon's Head
* Completed... Soldiers of the Empire: Disciples (release pending)
* In Progress/Undecided... Of Love and Betrayal
* Planning/Assembly... Where it all Began

Sorry for the Lack of updates recently. I needed some inspiration, also i had to toy with some ideas of how i wanted to potray some of the events. heres the next chapter.



Chapter6

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Vector
1845 - Minutes later

The wind outside the stuffy Magitek complex was chilly. It blew around Kefka’s quickly moving ankles as if attempting to blow away the metal walkways of the imperial palace .
“Almost there,” he thought. With each step he came closer to the imperial barracks. As he walked up to the large metal door a soldier stopped him.
“Hey, where do you think your go...” he wasn’t able to finish his sentence; to much electricity was running through his body.
The door swung open to reveal several grunts playing a game of cards at a small table. They all immediately stood at attention when they saw the flamboyant looking man enter the room.
Kefka quickly surveyed the five man standing at attention. Without betraying an emotion Kefka simply said, “ Suit up. Bring six suits of the armor out.” Kefka turned his back on the bewildered soldiers as if to leave but quickly turned around again, “ Oh and if you thinking of reporting this to anyone, or asking any stupid questions,” Kefka moved to one side revealing the electrified guard lying on the ground, “ he can tell you what happens to those who question my orders.”
Kefka walked out the door as calmly as if he had just been there on a leisurely visit. Behind him the five soldiers were running around like mice, scrambling to follow the orders, lest they share their friends fate.

Kefka stood impatiently at the front door as the garage connected to the barracks opened. Out of it came the same five soldiers piloting Magitek armor. Behind them a suit appeared to be walking on its own, although it was actually being piloted by remote.
Kefka glared at the men, “Hmm five minutes. I think one of those garms would be more suited to the task then you fools.” At this the men all looked overcome with fear. Kefka let out a laugh.
“Hehehe! Scared? Oh I assure you, your fears are not unfounded, for the time being however I think I’ll keep you fools around.” Kefka turned his head to two soldiers who still looked likely to wet themselves if he raised a finger. Kefka narrowed his eyes, “ You two!” Kefka was certain they pissed themselves now, they quite literally jumped out of their seats.
“Y-Yes sir?” they said in unison.
“Name and ranks. NOW.” Kefka never changed his expression from an annoyed glare.
The taller one moved his suit forward. “ M-My name is Biggs sir, I only arrived here barely a week ago.”
“Lovely,” Kefka said sounding bored with the whole situation, “ now you, and try to do it without stuttering like a half wit.”
Now the shorter soldier moved forward, and spoke in a calm voice, “Wedge sir. I too arrived last week. We joined together, out of Maranda.”
Kefka spoke to them like children, “ Now that wasn’t so hard was it? Keep your damn nerve. Falter once on this journey and your dust.” Kefka cocked his head to one side, “Are we clear boys?”

Biggs and Wedge nodded slowly together.
“Grand,” Kefka climbed into his armor. “ Now then, we set out west. Not a damn word from any of you. Do what your told and we can have a grand old time. Understood?”

This time all the soldiers nodded together.

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If you've been mod-o-fied,
It's an illusion, and you're in-between.
Don't you be tarot-fied,
It's just alot of nothing, so what can it mean?
~Frank Zappa

Sins exist only for people who are on the Way or approaching the Way

Must see more! ==

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Uwao. aooh! I'm Gau!
I'm your friend!
Let's travel together!

Me like

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I fear my heart and fear my soul
Life goes on, it surely will,
Without me and I wonder:
Will I ever see light again?

Life goes on...

I like the whole evil pre infusion idea. Keep up the good work.

I've only read the first 3 chapters, and I must say bravo. Good idea, although I actually like the idea of a more timid Kefka, who, after the infusion, goes quiet/conniving mad, so not much of a change is seen. Meh. Good job, though.

Oh, one more thing.

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Edward DesFleures own son Leo

Leo's last name is actually Christophe. Lookit here (CoN's FFVI Character page)

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Wow. 1,000 posts.

I miss you all now that I'm in boarding school! ;_;

Quote (Figaro @ 16th June 2004 23:05)

Oh, one more thing.

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Edward DesFleures own son Leo

Leo's last name is actually Christophe. Lookit here (CoN's FFVI Character page)

Oh yeah, I didn't catch that before, but yes, his name is Christophe

This post has been edited by Sherick on 17th June 2004 04:27

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I fear my heart and fear my soul
Life goes on, it surely will,
Without me and I wonder:
Will I ever see light again?

Life goes on...

Thats what i get for copying a foreign Guy. Eh Djibriel. [/kidding] Seriously though. its fixed.

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If you've been mod-o-fied,
It's an illusion, and you're in-between.
Don't you be tarot-fied,
It's just alot of nothing, so what can it mean?
~Frank Zappa

Sins exist only for people who are on the Way or approaching the Way

Sure. Blame it all on me

Seriously though, I had no idea that our buddy Leo had an official last name. I always figured he wasn't important enough to have one, like Cid, but it seems I was wrong. Christophe it is.

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The Collapse of Heaven and Earth

Watch it Dji, saying Leo is unimportant is a good way to get you killed here

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I fear my heart and fear my soul
Life goes on, it surely will,
Without me and I wonder:
Will I ever see light again?

Life goes on...