Let's See Some more of that Cataclysmic Power!

[kefka]

***From What Makes a Heart, in Port Royal***

[glow=Yellow,2,300]From within the Corridor of Darkness Kefka danced out, entering the World of Ruin. The purple and orange skies made the surroundings look forboding, and melancholy. The Mad Clown only snickered, and took a pose of that of a crow's nester, taking out a large spyglass from god knows where and gazing through it intently.

"Ah! Mobliz, there you are! Hey, you! When you're quite finished playing around in the darkness, we've got work to do in that little wartorn thorp over there."

and with that he proceeded onward.[/glow]

[Atticus the Fallen]

Out from the swirling corridor stepped the fallen, his cape drifting lazily on the current created through forward motion. He paused a moment as the portal dissolved behind him, looking up into the strangely coloured skies. "Charming..." he whispered, then looked forward towards the battle-worn town his companion was spying through his looking-glass.

"Mobliz?" he asked, not particularly familiar with this area, though still quite at ease. "War-torn, you say... Seems a common theme these days..." Atticus watched as Kefka began to prance forward. Atticus didn't mind. Let him frolic and destroy to his heart's content...

The dark Heartless stepped forward, casually strolling after the eager jester. What was to come next would prove quite... enlightening. Atticus could only imagine the looks on the faces of those who had destroyed the body Kefka had originally inhabited before forces the clown couldn't explain gathered his scattered energies and returned him to life. Fear... dispair... terror... and hopelessness... all paths leading to the loving embrace of darkness, and the eternal fraternity of the Heartless...

[The Heartless Army]

Before the dark one could get far, he would receive a message from the hive... calling for him... requesting his presence in the name of the Heartless on a far distant world from this. A small heartless was asking for him through their inborn ability to sense one another... Hearts connected through darkness, indeed...

[Atticus the Fallen]

Atticus froze on the spot, looking outward onto the world, yet seeing only inward. The message buzzed in his mind like a siren, calling him to go to his kind and aid them. He considered this a moment, looking over to the bouncing clown. While wild and untamable... Kefka could at least handle himself. That much Atticus was aware of.

"Many pardons, my friend..." Atticus muttered, bowing lightly to show some moticum of respect (just show, really, to put the clown off guard). "But my attention is needed elsewhere. If you need me, send forth one of my hive and I will make haste... but for now, the children desire my assistance... Adieu..."

With that, he stepped backward into a new portal, allowing the darkness to take him far away... to where Shego now was...

[kefka]

[glow=Yellow,2,300]Kefka sneered. "Very well! But when you do return, I'd like to take you on a tour of the world I created." He raised his arm out off the south-western shores of the island, and pointed his painted finger far into the distance. "If you'll look over there, you'll see my former abode. Actually," he said, staring longingly at the little speck that was once his glorious tower, he grinned. "I think I'll head over there a little later, once I've...reacquainted...myself with a friend..."

When Atticus was finally gone, he began frolicking through the shattered village, knocking on doors, and peeking through windows. It was as if this place was a ghost town, but Kefka knew better. Terra, he assumed, was hiding out somewhere with that group of snot-nosed little brats she had grown so accustomed to while venturing the world with her annoying friends.

When he discovered that no one was going to answer his call, he opted to try another method. He began blowing buildings apart, left and right, all the while summoning Heartless to scavenge the wrecking and report back to him their findings.

"Find her, now! Find the one with green hair, for she is mine, and mine alone! Do not act without my word, just find her!"[/glow]

[Atticus the Fallen]

15 minutes maximum.

That was the amount of time Atticus had been gone. He walked right up beside Kefka as if nothing of great note had happened, looking around the ruin as Heartless bobbled this way and that looking for... something.

"Staying productive...?" Atticus asked, his eyes on the activity as he spoke. Without waiting for an answer, Atticus turned to Kefka and began again. "Maleficent wishes your company... How long do you think this will be?"

[kefka]

[glow=Yellow,2,300]Kefka was burning down several new-looking makeshift buildings by the time Atticus reappeared.

"Find her, find her, fin--?"

He turned, and a ball of lightning sitting in his palm disappeared. "She wishes to...hm...why? And I don't know how long it'll take, because I can't seem to find my toy!"[/glow]

[Atticus the Fallen]

Atticus looked at the destruction once more, then to Kefka. "I see that..." he mentioned, then shook his head. "Regardless, I am but the messenger, not the originator. Her reasons are hers to have, though I suspect..."

He looked off, watching a heartless getting a kick out of setting a building on fire. "... she wishes you to engage the god of death in battle. I don't know if this is wise with you still in your... larval form." He used terminology more like the kind he used to describe his heartless... for a reason, really.

"She is at the colosseum when last I checked... We should travel there posthaste..."

[kefka]

[glow=Yellow,2,300]"Grahhh! Very well! She is so impatient, I think I'll enjoy cracking her neck on a child's face when the chance arrises!"

He placed his hands on his hips and stomped three times on the ground. The Heartless he commanded disappeared, but the earth began to rumble. In a wide radius, the earth began rumbling and shattering below his feet.

"I shall return for you, my pretty...in time! Ha-ha-ha-ha-ha!" And with a clap, he rocketed straight up into the sky and exploded in a blast of colors, disappearing from the world of Cosmos. All he left behind was destruction and his mad laughter in the form of an eery echo.[/glow]

***Off to Let the Games Begin!, in Ancient Greece***

[MeadowSong]

[glow=Purple,2,300]***A streak of darkness crosses the sky***[/glow]