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Yes yes yesyesyes, _yesyesyes, yesyesyeyeyeyeyeyeyeyes_Kefka's glorious gimmick to extinguish and annihilate the annals of the hearts of the worlds had been set into motion, put forth into the great karmic fates. The clownish rogue's cackles could be heard from all over his preciously garrish fortress. A floating castle, the former general of his world's army had decked out the walls in the finest royal purples and reds. Only his throne room was left a stolid, stark white. The laughter was punctuated with a rap, tap, tapping of his cane against the fine marble walls.

Down and down and down winding stairs he went until Kefka found himself at a basement refuge for supposed sanity within science. Another rap, tap, tap upon the door, and the man entered, giving what he had supposed was only enough of a warning of his arrival. "Oh, good, dear, sweet, scientist, our plan, our glorious plan, our preposterous primary proceedure has been put into process!" He cackled yet again, permanently tickled by the idea of destruction. "I've sent 8 and 13 to visit other worlds, to seek out new life, to find fun things to destroy oh yes yes yesyesyesyes" The man would've said more, but he had since dissolved into fits of laughter.

Hojo looked up from his console upon hearing the tapping and it took every bit of his self control to not groan at the clown god's entrance into the room. Normally he could stay safe down here, wrapped in his sciences, and away from the insanity that ran rampant in the castle above. He did quite detest when Kefka visited, albiet after saving Hojo from his homeworld upon it's destruction, he could hardly want to dispose of his benefactor, not yet at least.

With a small chuckle he looked to Kefka and smiled, trying not to choke upon what he was about to say, "Hmm, do you think any of these worlds will fall to your marvellous glory as easily as that world where everyone wore those red shirts?"

"OF COURSE THEY WILL!" Kefka bellowed, slapping his white gloved hand on the smooth steel surface beneath him. He nimbly perched on the countertop, crossing his legs. "Death and destruction and decay to ALL WORLDS. VWEE HEE HEE" The cackling continued for another moment before his face grew suddenly solemn. "But, in case they don't, I would like A GIANT LASER SHOOTING DEATH CANNON to ensure our victory, dear and sweet the taste." He giggled.

It was very odd to see the man have any kind of thought process other than death and destruction. Years of experimental treatments had ruined that part of his brain. But, beneath the facade of uproarious excitement over destruction, the man did have a bit of intellegence. Not only didn't he completely trust Hojo, but he was certain that the man was going to attempt a mutiny upon him. The paranoia was easily hidden beneath a thick veneer of, well, insanity. For now, death cannons appeared to have taken center stage in his mind, however, and there was little to no reason for Kefka to get riled up over something else.

Hojo pushed his glasses up the ridge of his nose. Usually he could not stand Kefka's ramblings, however, this idea did sound quite challenging and, well, fun. He looked at the other man, "A giant death cannon...with enough gummi pieces I suppose we could build a large moon-shaped space station with a super death cannon mounted on it that could destroy worlds in a single shot and allow you the succulent nectar of it's heart, and the hearts of those upon it."

Kefka wiped the drool from the corners of his mouth. Hearts were tasty. "We have numbered servants to find and destroy the ships at will." He templed his fingers and drummed them together. "I wonder if 8 and 13 would be able to commendere some for us. They're smart little boys." And easily controlled he added silently. "Yes, yes, yes! And with our laser shooting death cannon, we will have a FEAST FOR ALL WORLDS...or the ones we have yet to destroy." A cackle.

"It will be a massive project, but with the resources at your," Hojo was very careful to not seem like he was an equal partner to the clown in this most arduous and massive endeavour, "disposal, we should be able to take care of any who oppose your domination of all worlds, and the consumption of their hearts."

Kefka purred at the admission of submission from his scientific workhorse. "And with your genius plans, I suppose that I have little to worry about." He laid down on the table, dangling his feet above him. His interest was half absorbed on the little golden pom poms tying shut his shoes. Kefka batted at them like a cat. "But, we would work, we must work, it is imparitive that we work quickly. My fine flying faction operates solely on the hearts of others. Individuals may be of use, but worlds are most tasty."

Hojo gave a nod of acqiescence, "given a few hours I should have a list for our...Organization associates, to find gummi wise. It will be the construction that is difficult, not the materials. The sooner we begin though, as you said, as soon as we work, the sooner you shall have your hearts!"

"Pass it onto me and I shall make them want nothing more than to find it for us!" Kefka leapt up onto the table, suddenly losing interest in his shoes, now that he had a new toy to ponder. He jumped off of the table and pranced towards the door, cackling the entire way."But of course Kefka, it will be as you say," Hojo bowed to the retreating figure, trying not to vomit upon the floor. How he despised the clown, yet, how lucrative working for him was. Hojo had to admit, having done something similar with a device on his homeworld, the idea of a moon sized object intrigued him.