In a cataclysm known as the Nightfall, the worlds were almost completely destroyed by a harrowing surge of darkness.
In the shadows of the ensuing chaos a new group has taken shape. Led by an Aegyl named Kalos, the 11th Hour touts an esoteric knowledge of how to combat the darkness and restore the worlds. They might be the worlds’ best chance at survival; but nobody really knows enough about them to confirm or deny their claims.
On the brink of collapse, the universe holds its breath in anticipation. Of restoration? Of destruction? It is up to individuals like yourself to decide.
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Kefka opened his eyes for the first time in two years. Then he closed them again. This place was BRIGHT. After blinking a bit more, he sat up. Stood up. Then he carefully analyzed the situation:
He was not where he was before.
His tower wasn't here.
He liked that tower.
Nothing to do but build another!
The Clown looked around for materials, grinned, and gave a quick think. Being the God of Magic made these things pretty easy. In five minutes, he was standing at the top of a tower. In the middle of town. It wasn't as big as his last one, but he was a good fifty feet up, and the six-story tower was wide enough to have enough living conditions for one of his status.
What made this tower unique was what it was made out of. Kefka had known what this town was like. He didn't know how he knew, but he really didn't care. Magic generally took care of things for him. The tower was made out of bits and pieces left over from old worlds. Cardboard boxes, pieces of masonry, old statues or plants...all the remnants were being held together by an invisible force. His invisible force.
A half hour later, a crowd had formed at the base. Kefka, in the top floor, created a window and looked down. People were staring in amazement. That was great! He laughed. Oh, how he laughed.
Hee Hee Ha Ha Hee Hoo Ho!
His laughed echoed as he made his voice loud enough for all those below to hear. "Hello mortals! I am Kefka, your new GOD! Now, who wants to play a game?" He scanned the people, now muttering in confusion, and announced, "Oh never mind! I'll just choose." He started pointing at people. "Eenie Meenie Miney DEAD!" He shot a lightning bolt at a young woman, leaving her lifeless. "Ooooh, this is fun! Next up, we'll play run away!" His tower top glowed with a brilliant light as the mass started to panic and scramble with fear. "You go first! Mwa ha heee ha haaaaa!"
Like everyone else who heard the commotion, Tseng was quick to attend. Unlike everyone else, however, he did not make himself visible, and instead watched the goings-on through narrowed eyes. Some instinct made him draw back, which he knew far better than to ignore.
Someone claiming to be a god...
Where this was going, he partially did not want to know. It did not, ultimately, look good - and this fact was confirmed the moment that 'Kefka' made his selection, leaving his victim dead with a powerful bolt of lightning. This man was powerful, and worse, he'd taken up residence in Tseng's chosen district.
This was bad for business... well... worse than that, he corrected himself quickly.
Whatever he was, the Turk knew better than to get involved just yet; he had no backup force and couldn't quite contend with this on his own. Some acts of bravery were better marked acts of stupidity; he was no good dead. When the crowds scattered, fleeing, he melted back into the scenery, frantically trying to come up with some plan. He'd claimed this place as his home, and was not about to let anyone else take that from him; not again. After so long, being able to set a base somewhere... only to have some psyshopathic clown with a god complex --
From what he'd gathered with Sephiroth's actions, he ought to be used to the concept, though the clown aspect was new. Hmph.
He was going to need some help for this one, that much was clear.
There was a large tower in the middle of the Town. That had to be bad for business. Not to mention the giant bolt that had to be deadly.
He could feel something radiating from the tower, crying in pain. Something powerful and captive. Something that he was familiar with.
Tanner, with connections all over,started planning. He had some favors to call in before he tried to get rid of this new threat. Something told him he would need some extra help for this.
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Jude, not one to waste, watched, and acted. The dead lady was quickly relived of her heart, as Jude left for somewhere where he could watch more while he consumed. Waiting was easy if there were good rewards. As powerful and mad as this newcomer was, meals were not too easy to find to pass a free one up.
Kefka's laughter was interrupted when he saw what was happening by the body of the woman he had killed. It was a black thing! He Hated the black things. Hatehatehatehatehate! They wouldn't do what he wanted, they got past his Espers, and they often killed his fun before he could. One must have gone with him from home! He knew how they worked- with one, soon there would be more. Better stop it quick.
His Light of Judgment hit it square on. It wasn't as powerful as he could make it- he liked this tower, it looked nice. He guessed all the panicking people were jealous too. If he made it too powerful, the town would be destroyed, and it had sooooooo much potential! He could almost taste the intrinsic energy- it was like soup, but really, really spicy soup! He didn't like soup, but that's what it tasted like.
Not to waste a perfectly good Light of Judgment, though, he moved it around and wrote 'Akfek' on the ground, through a few more people, so his name could be seen from space through a mirror. He giggled. No more black things to worry about, a nice new tower, and nothing to worry about. A raindrop fell past his nose as he went inside to determine what mix of pink and green to use on the walls.
But then, Jude came back to life, in the pathways of darkness. He was slightly weaker, he seemed to have lost a heart somewhere in the rebirthing process.
Well, Jude would not make that mistake again. Keep clear of crazy killer god-clowns.
((Really, that would be a good lesson for all of us to keep close to our heart.
If Jude is killed enough that he has no hearts left, then he will come back as a soldier, and will not have his mutation. If Jude is killed by a keyblade, he will die permanently. Just in case anyone thinks that I am cheating death unfairly. This is a proper way to cheat death, using others to take the fall instead of you.))
Xekim sat atop the Gizmo Shop, thinking quietly to himself. The past week had been strange seeing as the heartless had finally found him and begun going active in the city again. Despite all his good intentions to protect the city, he knew that he wasn't very good at his job. He was only good an protecting himself, and that probably how it was going to stay. Xekim often spoke with the dieties of light, and consulted with them on his next course of action. They never told him much. however, their most recent hints suggested that he needed to leave Traverse Town.
Xekim would have gladly left the place, had it not been for the obvious fact that he couldn't. He had no form of transportation and the corridor or darkness that the dieties had opened for him in order to send him here was a skill that was at the moment beyond him. So far it had been a month since his arrival. Something about this last week however, has changed.
Xekim stood up on the top of the Gismo shop and looked down. He then gasped as he felt a vague darkness coming from the first district. Not only that, but there was a strange other darkness. It was quite great, but it didn't seem to be a heartless. He looked off in the direction of the first district.
"What the hell?" He said under his breath. A fifty foot tower was assembling itself in the middle of the square. Xekim didn't like this. Then there was a bright flash of lightning and he could hear a scream. There was nothing more to it, he needed to act. He vanished and reappeared in the air. He fell gracefully towards the ground, next to another building. He then pushed off of the building and vanished again. This tim he appeared just a couple feet above the walkway leading up to gizmo shop. He landed, his feet tapping the stone as they touched it. He then ran the rest of the way until he was right in front of the tower.
He raised one eyebrow at the sight of a fifty foot tower, He walked up to the double doors of the towers entrance and pushed them slowly open.
Kefka, being a thorough God of Magic, had started his decorating from the base of the tower. When the door burst open- wait. He hadn't put in a door. Grrrrrrr, stupid cardboard! Always making entries where it offset the ambient light in such a poor way.
And there was a boy! How quaint. He wasn't that bad looking, either. A few alterations might help, but those could wait. He ran over- "Hello, hello, welllllcome to my little tower. I hope you like it. Do you like it? I worked sooooo hard on it! Kekeeeheheee. Oh! But come in, come in!"
Kefka materialized a table covered in a lacy lavender doily, two chairs, and a pot of steaming hot tea. He hated tea, but it made people squirm in SUCH a delightful way when he served it after a kill. Putting his hand around the newcomer's shoulder, the Clown guided him towards the table.
While Xekim was being guided to the table by this creature, his mind was racing. However, the main thing that was going through his head was,
This wasn't where I expected to be five minutes ago. In a hastily assembled, cardboard tower; sitting down with a psychotic clown, to drink tea. Xekim had to admit that even the though sound completely comical. It was like some kind of strange story you'd tell your children to make them laugh. The problem was, that this situation wasn't funny.
The creature, had killed innocent people outside and had probably done so before this occasion. Still, rather then coming out with the heroic approach, he decided to improvise this time.
"Umm, yes. It's a very impressive...uh...structure." He said a tad awkwardly. Xekim sat down at the table with the tea pots and cups, and looked at them questioningly. He wasn't sure whether it was safe to drink it. Xekim didn't know what the clown's intentions for serving him tea were. Xekim made a polite nod towards the clown, remembering some of the edicate that was usually exhibited in these sorts of situations.
"So, who are you?" Xekim asked politely, effectively masking the force that would normally have been behind the question.
Rude, on the one hand, was a little confused as to what the hell was even going on. Rude never really got confused very often. Understanding was a very simple concept these days. Much like, Tseng, he wasn't sure what exactly to make of the situation-- he wasn't as good as melting into allies as Tseng was sometimes, really, especially when you're rather stuck frowning at some tower rectified up in your home district with...
Without Reno.
This was very odd.
And somehow... expected...
Rude scowled slightly over the rim of his sunglasses and moved through the scrambling see of humanity to find Tseng, unnoticed as Rude often went, body relaxed as it always was but ready and coiled. Words didn't need to be spoken between them to know that something needed to be done. The Bossman was right. There was no way they were going to be able to take care of this themselves.
Giving a nod, the bald Turk did what he always did-- waiting for orders.
Kefka laughed, "Fweeee hoo hoo! Me? Why, didn't you see? I wrote me name for all! Here, I'll give you a better look." And he did.
Shoving a mirror in Xekim's hands, he gave just a thought. It wasn't hard at all for a God of magic to send someone straight up. And so the Clown told the air to send his guest into orbit, and it did so, shooting him up straight through the floors of the tower. The last thing Xekim would see, Kefka reasoned, was his name carved into the ground, reflected in that little hand mirror.
He frowned. That human had made SUCH a mess of his lovely new house. Another thought fixed it, but still. So discourteous. He sat down and helped himself to tea, no sugar.
As he entered through the Town Gates, Xing gave a slight sigh of relief. He was glad to be away from that Shining Shrubbery place...or whatever it was called. There was just too much...righteousness in a single place. Nowhere he could really go without running into dead ends or prim-and-proper fools who felt that they bore the right to administer justice.
This place, however, seemed a bit more casual. Lots of shady back alleys and a nighttime feel. A bit more of a...homey...feel, if he could say that. Just real...laid...back...?
Hmmm...That's a pretty big tower. Why is it there? It looks like it was...made of random items...
Well, there was no sense in not investigating. Xing approached the large structure, looking for a door of some kind. He spotted a spot in a cardboard portion that looked like a door. He pushed forward a bit and entered.
Looking around inside, he saw a...clown? Sipping from a piece of fine china?
