Interesting indeed. [Open]

[Kefka]

Pft. People. So bothersome, crawling everywhere. He hated this place. Why the hell was he here? He hated them all. He wanted them dead, as he tried not to cackle. God that would be entertaining. To watch them all burn. Roast in a forest of flames, to watch them panic and flail around. To freak out at the flames that would consume them. The sheer terror in their eyes as they would scream.. oh there was nothing better then that. ''Nothing beats the music of a thousand voices screaming in unison!'' he muttered softly, a sort of glee rocking his body. And this time, he couldn't help it, a small cackle escaped his lips. That cackle made the several people there step back, a sort of widening in their eyes as the sound echoed, rippled and twisted in the air. They shivered and promptly left the strange looking male, which elected another laugh from him. What fools! Cowering and running like no tomorrow. Pft, was he that frightening? If he was, then it was really no trouble at all to kill them all. They'd fall like pigs at slaughter, unable to tell where to go. Idiots.

The male gave another cackle, as his steps guided him closer. Finally, he had to fight his way through the crowd. These weren't scared of him.. too bad. Because he'd scared the shit out of them later. ''Tricks and tricksters! You little kiddies need a show!'' the man called, several children looking at him. His grin grew wider and scared him, them running away. ''Hahaha, run run ~ You'll be well done~!'' he yelled after them, vibrating chuckles leaving him heave after heave. Why was he here anyways? The male stopped and made a humming sound, before suddenly laughing again, causing the curious kitten to scramble away. My, such skittish creatures, these people were! Fools too.

The ride to the port city had been painful. Bumps in the road, and chuck weaving patterned roads. What an annoyance, he wished that wouldn't have happened. His arse had been sore when he got off and killing the driver would be futile. Grudgingly, he payed the gold, before hopping on his merry way. Pft, he guessed it might be easier to walk then carriage! Damn things gave more pain then anything. Nothing at all like those magitek carriages. Those are amazingly smooth in transition. Chobocos were good too. The male gave another shrieking laugh, as these old thoughts floated in his head. Ah, he wished that he was in that world! He was good there! He ruled it all. Another laugh escaped him, as he twirled in the middle of the market place. Oh, he wanted to burn something so bad right now! The male felt his fingers itch. Some girl touched his arm and tried to convince him to buy something.. pft! A cruel smile light up his face, and her eyes widened, even as a tiny flame caught to her sleeve. Afraid, she put it out, even as the male moved on, cackling.

''So anyone else interesting here, I must find. Fufufufu. I'm quiiite bored.''

The woman was still glaring at him, as he turned his head. The words he spoke were forgotten, as he gave a chuckle, waving aimiably at the woman. She huffed and walked off, silly girl. The male gave a cackle, as he shook his head. Ah, these mortals. The male was still thinking of the dream he had recieved last night. He knew that a town with a port would bring him luck, as he gave another small cackle. This was the fun part of everything. He wanted to cause mahem and destruction, and that's what his goal would remain. But right now, he heard rumors, rumors of what? Pft. That's his secret. Those blue eyes scanned the crowd again, still humming at the delicious thought. Oh the thoughts of the screams he could get by burning them up... urg! The temptation was so hot now! Pun intended, as he cackled at it. Ah such a thing was nigh impossible right now.

But people here were getting dull and quite boring. The male wanted to do something to invigorate the dead spirits of these people. A smirk lit up his face, as he imagined them once more, screaming and running. But he couldn't that. What a bummer. The male gave another irritated sigh, as he looked at the merchants. He just couldn't remember what exactly he wanted here! And he couldn't let out his violent pulses, there were too many people here. Ugh. Disgusting mortals, always jabbering about love and faith, and adoration and hope. The male wanted to pitch a fit, but hsi twitch got the notice of someone. He shooed them away, thinking irritibly how fun it would have been to broil their eyes out. Bastards.

''I'll kill you all.''

Ah! There, he remembered exactly what he wanted to do now. Get the poison supplies, because he was running low. Well.. poison. More like potions. Another cackle escaped him. Everyone thought his tea was just.. orgasmic. How foolish they were, unaware of the addictant he had mixed in. That always promised him some conversation, if anything, to relieve his boredom. Let's face it, he hated going outside. The male stalked through the crowd, and that twisted smirk on purple colored lips almost gleamed, as he giggled. He could probably wisk an orphan or two while he was here. Just to make his life less dull. The male began to whistle a tune, one he thought as his. And definately, it fit, as he let out that creepy laugh. The crowd was well aware of his strangness and that was perfectly fine with him, as he smiled to all of them. ''I hate you. I hate hate hate you. I hate you. I hate you.'' by now, rumors of the strange crazy male had reached the ears of many. So it was no wonder no one payed attention. And he laughed again, his body shaking this time.

Kefka loved plotting the deaths of these miserable sots.

[Vincent Valentine]

Vincent had been silently watching over the citizens of Luca for quite a while. Their bustle reminded him of old memories, something that brought back good and bad memories. The crowd was moving about below him as he sat upon the rooftops. He could feel the power within him, pulling at his will, he had no idea what to do about that except contain it for the time. He would have to figure out how to control the beast within later. He sat upon the roof of a nearby building, his items sitting next to him. His gun was next to his hand as if he expected something to happen while he was here. He scanned the crowd, watching the faces, most of them seemed similar. There were a few exceptions but most of them were the usual.

His stay here had been uneventful for the most part. He avoided most contact with people, staying in sight but out of reach. It worked better that way usually. Vincent tended to anger others by his lack of response, although it wasn't a lack of emotion, it was mostly the lack of need to make the others understand him, He had always been confident in himself, except for times when he thought of his father and such. It was a different time for him though and he had lost most of his fears to time. It had been a long time since then.

There was something strange. There was a man in the crowd that was different., he seemed to be quite eccentric. He also seemed to be quite cruel. He kept his eye on this man that appeared to love scaring anything that came near to him. Perhaps Vincent should go down there and stop the insane clown. He picked up his items, picking his way down. With his increased physical abilities it was easy enough. That and his clawed gauntlet. People began to notice and stare at him as he made his way.

Vincent dropped to the ground in a roll. He stood quickly, dusting off his cloak casually, as if he hadn't just climbed down a building with relative ease. He made a bee line for Kefka, his face unreasonably calm. Kefka might be use to scaring others but that was something that was very doubtful when it came to Vincent. He approached the pale clown, his face still emotionless. "What are you doing here?" He asked, staring at Kefka. He kept his gun at his side, the machina weaponry quite obvious to anyone that cared.

[Kefka]

Something shifted and changed in moments, a grin lighting his face. Good, this would be fun, no exceptions. The male began to cackle softly to himself, even as the powdered white face turned to face his opponent. Well, opponent, they weren't off to battle yet Kefka! Pish paw, everyone was fair game, he knew he'd reply. Watching the red cloaked man approaching, he knew he had little time to plan and plan he did. Plotted and done, ready to roar and go in those two seconds he got. The rude question made the blonde stop for a moment, before bursting out into almost manic laughter. ''Pah Pah Pah, can't I just be wondering around this city? HE? That's really idiotic, I have the right to walk around. But if you absolutely must know, reddy, is that I am shopping. Yes. Shopping. For what? Now that I won't tell you.'' the male said, starting to laugh bare seconds after. Yes this was going to be fun indeed, as the flames leap discreetly onto the male's red cloak.. and would start to burn it, but not before the male noticed it too late. The psycotic clown's face was carved into a smirk, and he felt the impulse to stab.. but not yet, not yet...

[Fire - 1 post cooldown]

[Vincent Valentine]

Vincent wasn't impressed by this madman. He couldn't even begin to understand this man. Of course he didn't really react to the antics of the clown. He shook his head, this man was trying to play coy, as if he didn't have some ulterior motive for being here. It would be fine though, Vincent would get him to spill it in the end. "You obviously don't fit in very well with a crowd. Look at yourself, you're scaring small children and animals for fun. You're not here to go shopping, nor to simply visit. I don't have the time for your games." He emphasized his last words with a gun shot, tearing part of the fabric of his cloak off, where he had shot it, because it was on fire. Kefka may have thought Vincent wouldn't notice it, but heat and light combined tend to make a noticeable combination. "I don't have time to mess with you, just answer the questions." The two were beginning to draw a crowd, the fire and the gunshot causing them to approach the two.

[Kefka]

MEH GOD. This guy was boooring. Dull as his pinky toe! Even that was more interesting. Geez, no reaction to the fire at all! His words made the male giggle more, it was sort of the point of being like this in public. If he wanted to blend in, all he had to do was get rid of the tacky clothing and stuff like that. Shesh. The male just grinned wider as the gunshot went off. Damn, he saw it. Poor Kefka, ruined of his fun, or somewhat. The crowd was starting to gather, as Kefka laughed loudly nnow, the cruelty echoing. ''Messing with me? you're messing with me? YOU. are messing with ME? HAHAHAHA. What a laughable concept. Well, Cloakie, I guess I can answer a question.. wait, what question, oh, excuse me, questions, were they? Did you even ask them? Silly cloakie. Too trigger happy ~?'' the male cackled again, smirk wider and wider. This was actually quite fun really, as he rocked on and off the balls of his feet, seemingly in thought.

''Nope! I don't remember. Fufufufu.'' the male laughed, almost mockingly, at the end of his sentance. Ah, such fun, as all those around him were more and more scared, as he took a couple steps back. He seemed almost possessed, strangely enjoying himself right now, as he laughed again. ''Silly, silly cloakie.'' was all the male said. The urge to stab was replaced with the idea of consumating this place into flames, which he would surely do if given half the chance. That smirk was more and more psycotic, as more and more the idea appealed to him. Oh, what fun ~!

[Vincent Valentine]

Vincent was quite sure that this man was insane, perhaps what he would become if he ever let the fiends trapped within to gain dominance over his body. They were always there, nagging at him, begging to be released. "If I were trigger happy, you more than likely wouldn't be enjoying yourself right now, I've heard that such things are very unpleasant." This man quite literally seemed off his rocker, unable to control himself or anything around him. Vincent lifted his golden gauntlet, placing it on the tip of Kefka's nose. "Sir... I believe that your sanity is long gone, did you know this?" He said, it might have been a joke, if he hadn't seemed so serious.

He removed the point of his golden gauntlet from the man's nose. Hopefully this man would be able to keep himself under control long enough for Vincent to remove him from the city. He stared flatly at this man, wondering if he was going to go berserk, flop around, continue to speak nonsense, or pass out. He was unpredictable and that made him all the more dangerous.

[Kefka]

Kefka cackled at the response. Such a witty cloak man! The male was having the time of his life, even if the other had shot at him. That would be even more hilarious. The male's blue eyes seemed truly insane, as if he wasn't dangerous at all, and then lifting his head, the tip of a gold gauntlet finger was on his nose. The words didn't effect the male, but to the finger, he crossed his eyes to see it, even as it moved away. What to do? Crack up in laughter some more? Decide to burn this cloaked person until they beg for mercy? Or be unaffected, and continue on his merry way? An idea germinated in the male's mind, a perfectly unsettling one, as the clown gave suddenly weepy blue eyes to the male. Blinking almost girlishly, the crazy one just threw his arms around the other's neck and began to bawl. '' I was hoping you'd do that ! You love me, you really do ~! Oh honey, I love you too!'' And then, to push it further then he should have, he gave a kiss to the male's cheek. He would have pecked on the lips, but no sense pushing it too far. Well... maybe.

This guy would be pissed enough as is. So why not? ''Oh I'm so glad you love me too! I was really, really worried ~ I'm just, so happy that we can finally be together!'' he continued, in a sappy, sad, emotional and almost girlish voice. And then he pushed it. Kissing the other male on the lips, he suddenly dettached, pretending to whipe tears away. ''Oh darling! Misery is so bittersweet, forcing us to part so soon! But we will meet again!'' The clown said, before hopping off. Oh dear, just how much he unsettle the other? If anything, the male would continue this charade, since it brought him amusement.

[Vincent Valentine]

Vincent had no way to be prepared for this. This man was more insane than he had thought. He stood there, paralyzed for a moment, even if it didn't show upon his face. He planted the barrel of his gun into Kefka's stomach, a frown overtaking his face. "That would be ill-advised to try again." His first instinct in the wilderness would have been to transform, but with his loss of sanity in such forms, that would have been an extremely bad idea. He took a few steps away from the man, wiping his mouth off with the back of his gauntleted hand. This man had managed to anger him enough to get a frown upon his face. That was bad. He almost always managed to keep his even composure even in the most trying of times. "Don't try that again." His finger was pressed against the trigger, waiting for another motion like that towards him.

[Kefka]

The male's lips broke into an almost psycotic grin, wide and without mercy. That grin told the other all that he would need to know, as another chuckle rolled away from him. The gun against his stomach was of no consenquence, but he actually wished that the other would have shot at him. Bah, can't get all you ask for, now can you. A frown was on the other's face, making that smile even bigger, as he chuckled. ''Such an ungrateful lover you are!'' he said, still cackling almost maniacally. The clown still let that grin roll off his face and basically shine in the face of the other, as he gave a gentle sigh. ''Ah the pains of love! It's almost too much.. it's easier to hate!'' the insane man claimed, looking at the other with a look that signified everything. A look that basically told the other to attack, or he would attack. And with his unpredictability, he guessed he would be attacked. That was his goal, as he waited. There were surely others here, as the blonde gave another grin. He would start his own mini-war if he had to.

[Vincent Valentine]

Vincent grinned, an actual grin. It wasn't usually that he agreed with what the fiends that were within him said but right now they were in complete agreement. Vincent began to roar, actually roar, as his body began to pop, crackle, and reshape. His skin tone was beginning to turn to a strange purplish and his black hair was turning reddish, almost into a mane. Horns began to manifest from the top of his head, as a feral snarl formed upon Vincent's face. Everything that had been upon Vincent, including the gun that had been pressed against Kefka's stomach began to disappear. The Galian Beast let out a howl of hatred and anger, its eyes showing the same. It brought its clawed hand back, swinging it forward at this infuriating man, the man that must die.

Regardless of whether or not his claws penetrated the man's flesh, the Galian Beast charged at Kefka, head lowered to put him even with the horns. The beast could imagine only the death and agony of this foe, this annoying little pestilence that deserved to die for the grievances, however petty, he had caused. Perhaps Vincent had let go a little too much, but it was too late to reign the fiend back in now, he had his time to reign and Vincent couldn't hold him back any longer.