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[It's magic they want, is it? A world without magic, a fight for a cup that grants wishes....]

[Wish granted. He'll give them magic.]

[First, a place to seed it. The closest leyline is on a mountain near Shinji's house, a pulsing beat of heat under the rock. First he'll annihilate the local surroundings - there's a mage research station or something like that on the hill, something nasty, and he allows them a moment of panic before he annihilates them with the Light of Judgement. The last few survivors, he drains of their powers with his blue magic and kicks them to death.]

[The s c r e a m i n g clears his mind. It's beautiful. There's a clarity to his next action - he can't let it die so quickly. He'll make it s u f f e r. He has all the time in the world to destroy this place.]

[Next, the leylines. Those take some time to pollute, but once it's done, it's beautiful. Anything that takes another's life in this area will start to learn magic. The bigger, the better. And not just mages - any human, any animal.]

[And, to speed up the process, he summons some small Vector dragons to help out. They're tiny and hard to kill; they should cause enough mayhem to start it out. And even if the doesn't take, they'll still cause a lot of damage.]

[Watching them leave, he smiles; or, at least, his mouth cracks open.]

...Greed. We should probably bring Shinji up here so he can enjoy the mayhem.

[It's a little brutal for his tastes. His own sadism doesn't GO too far outside of normal realms; so this is the extension of the Kefka he'd had the bar fight with, a small step from a masculine outlet into madness. Kimblee was probably like this during the war, when he had free reign; Kefka can ape normal, too. Kefka's a sane man, intelligent during his down time, too. This is still unique to Kefka. This is emotionally driven. This is a bit easier to grasp. Even if he can't admire it, even if he thinks it's overkill and needs a little bit more of a buzz to keep from feeling anything for the innocents, he has the idea that he understands it.

The monk lives on a world like this. It'd be easy for this to happen there, too, then, wouldn't it? Without knowing a thing about magic, leylines, any of it, the subtle differences or the meaning of an electronic grail war, it's just a reminder of the fact that he's dead in some other world.

Other than a potential unknown Issei, nobody here's too important. And he doesn't know the monk here, if he exists. Shinji, if in fact an 8 year old kid, would probably be mortified by his hometown being subject to this no matter how desperate and petty he could be in his final moments. But the kid isn't important.]

Bet he'd rather not see it. Comin' back to life to see he can't have his old life'd be depressing. [Not that Greed believes he can be brought back to life, but his body should have probably disappeared, too.]

What? I'm barely touching this place compared to what I'll do to the rest of this world. His parents will be able to live comfortably, at the very least.

[This is nothing. He's wiped towns off the map with a thought; he killed every adult in Mobliz with a gesture, still reeling from grief and rage from Celes's betrayal. The Light of Judgement will not be as powerful here, not with the safeguards the world has bubbling under it's skin (throb, throb, he can't throw his power around willy nilly, he has to get stronger), but it'll still cut through life like a hot knife through butter.]

This will be the crown of his mausoleum. Don't you think he'd like to see this gift to him?

You know the kid better than me. I only knew the older him. [Still, Kefka thought of the kid's parents. No matter how jacked up his smile is--and hell, maybe it's just the makeup--and no matter how much it seems like overkill when most people probably had nothing to do with the creation of some game, you can't call that insane.

So maybe he had the wrong idea in bringing him here; the goal was to let him blow off some steam somewhere where it didn't matter. But maybe it's better sane? With some kind of planned end instead of just burning out?

That kind of depends on how effective it is at getting that goal. Which, he thinks with another sip, depends on the kid he's doing it for.]

R'torture 'n destruction 'n all that his thing? Didn't really "get" his older self enough to know how fucked up he was, either...

His older self was a rapist and a coward. He got pleasure over power through others, no matter how it was created. Foul, cringing thing, this alternate Shinji is superior to him.

[He cocks his head, staring down at the valley. Already, some of the plants are starting to perk up with the infusion of magic; they will be large and fruitful and whatever eats them will gain their magic. Suck on that, Mage Association or whoever it is that set the grail war up.]

Besides, he's dead. He can't complain. And I can't think of a better way to send him off. [How else to mourn him?] Let's go down to his house, come on. Do you want to teleport us or shall we fly?

Hnnn... I didn't hate him or nothin'. [He's surprised Kefka did. But then, Kefka's gone from thinking of the boy's parents to pointing out, after wanting to "bring him up" to show the carnage, that he was too dead to complain. Maybe he should re-think his sanity classification.

Still. May as well get his kicks while he's here.] Ah hell, let's fly. It ain't a private jet, but it oughtta be fun.

He made us look bad. The community is supposed to gather legendary heroes and villains from the best of stories. He was bringing down the place; any twit can do what he did.

[He bothered Kefka; an incompetent, power-hungry bully with no ambition has no place in the community. If he weren't born into power, he'd be dead already. Survival of the fittest, right?]

[And with that thought, Kefka bends forward and unfurls his wings; four feathered white, two leathered black, and all of them looking too big on him.]

Want me to carry you or should I give you something to ride?

[A lot of things tend to look too big on someone like Kefka; the guy's a splinter off a bean pole. Greed's not exactly sure why Kefka ended up with wings in the grand scheme of things, but magic is like alchemy: you can probably assume somebody fucked up something somewhere to lead to all the really fun stuff.] You make the community sound like one of those Grail War things... Anyway, gimmie a riding... thingy.

It's like it, except we're here to entertain. And what a show we put on for it...

[Kefka waves his hand and summons one of his book demons. A very large book demon.]

Hop on, she's a glider.

Didn't think the older one was entertaining, huh? [The conversation is absent. Greed eyes the pages with an impressed whistle before plopping comfortably onto it and shifting on the pages, absently wondering if he's going to end up smearing ink pages or if he's sitting on something's face. It was a damned shame occult books in his own world didn't have these kind of functions. Still thinking of most forms of "magic" in terms of alchemy, a familiar mysterious power fueled by fields of science about as unknown, he had to wonder if this sort of thing was powered by some kind of array, or if it was some kind of chimera with a non-living thing, or...

It's not an academic curiosity so much as a sense of "I want one. ...What exactly is it, now that I want it?"]

He was too boring to allow to live.

[Kefka flaps into the air and starts gliding into the town. The book follows; there's four different faces that could pop up where Greed is sitting, but it can navigate fine with it's faces down.]

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