#tenebraeya

     When one had a lot of time on their hands, they sink to depravity, and listlessness.  So, what happens when one has an eternity to contemplate how useless existence was?  One could say regrets, even anger.  There was plenty for the painted madman who ascended to godhood to regret.  The first was not finishing the job in the colliery mines of Narshe.  

[Ambience: The Evil One]

    No.

     The plan was perfect---absolutely perfect.  Reclaim his most prized doll, and allow her to wreak havoc upon those who dared challenge him.  This would show them that his reign over the world would go unchallenged.  What Kefka had not counted on was the ethereal instability since he claimed the power of the Warring Triad to open ethereal tears to other worlds.

    No no no...!

     He was thwarted by the man with a scar on his face, and his friends from the other world.  He---along with that “pinhead” Locke were able to steal his precious doll yet again from his clutches.  Kefka refused to stand for that, which attributed to his current train of thought.

     No!  NO!  “NO!”

     That last “No” was spoken dialogue, and it echoed in the chamber.  Fingers curled onto his palms, drawing blood as Kefka seethed with rage.  So be it; if the do-gooders of his world would recruit champions from other realms, then he would bring others under the banner of chaos.  If they refused, then he would simply destroy them, just like everyone else that crossed his path.  They would all meet the same fate as Leo, and as Gestahl.  None would escape the God of Magic’s wrath.   The question was, who would he choose?  A thought that was lost in his growing tantrum.

     “She was mine.  She was mine!  How dare they make a mockery of me!  I will show them just who is in charge.  The laughing is going to stop.  Because now we’re going to play by my rules.”  The anger at last began to subside, and there it was again---the sadistic smile that had one voice only: to destroy everything.  All that was left was Kefka’s simper as he vanished to find his next target.

     “Heh...heh...heh.”     ~

OoC Addendum under the cut:

-Water.  Our wayward traveler felt it all around her, to the point when it felt like it had entered her very soul.  Why was it always water?-

-What actually rose Terra from slumber/unconsciousness was the pendant around her neck.  It had bumped into her nose a few times, then her lips, a touch that wouldn’t wake someone up unless they were a light sleeper to begin with.  Her eyelids fluttered open as she turned around to get up---only to find now she was floating on her back.-

Why is it always water?

-Her eye began to adjust to the light, which immediately proved that she was no longer on her own world.  The horizon was blue, a color she missed, but remembered all too well.  The air was clean, with a hint of some vapor that Terra’s nose did not recognize.  The question now was: how dangerous was this place?  Terra’s next step was to see if she could touch bedrock, and so, after twenty seconds of struggling she finally did.-

Where...am I?

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