Return of Jafar

[King Edgar]

Edgar halted mid-strike, but he would still strike Terra down should he not think quickly; he chanted beneath his breath and, right before the spear's bladed end touched flesh he called out the spell for vanishing "Teleport!" and was warped several feet away, where he tumbled over a pile of rubble to regain composure.

Next Terra was being sucked into a void of darkness--this seemed like a common thing, lately--until she conjured a barrier. Things were going to be alright, he thought, but again he was wrong. The wraith of Jafar's absorption of Terra's former spell brought him closer to the material world and his power of dispelling magic had grown more potent.

We have no choice...

Then a moment later the Corridor vanished and Jafar seemed to be conjuring up something more sinister for them, Terra still grappled tightly to the spectre.

"What do you want with us!? And Kefka?"

[Jafar]

Jafar continued to lean against his staff, smirking at the two under their double-entrapped dome. The male went on trying to talk him out of it. Cute. Questions and bargaining were never quite effective on Jafar even when he was but a man. However, if there was one thing enjoyed, it was to crush the very idea of hope in one's heart by jesting and humiliating.

"What do I want, sweet prince?" Jafar muttered in his drawling voice intended to mock the King. "Why, absolutely nothing. Nothing would thrill me more if you'd never come to this place... However, you've made yourselves a thorn in my side by drawing that inciped clown here. This is my domain... and no one comes here and challenges my authority..."

Jafar stood up, holding his head high and keeping his staff to his side. "That is why I've struck a little bargain with your old friend. He takes you, he leaves my realm forever. Of course, I can't simply take you to him without risking damage to his little playthings, so unfortunately he'll have to pick them up himself..."

Jafar chuckled slightly, glancing from Edgar to the female. "A pity, really... I might have had fun with this little doll... of course the extra baggage she's carrying would have to go..." he threatened, hinting that he might kill an unborn child just to do unspeakably evil things to the would-be mother. "Such a pretty face..."

[terra]

Terra's purplish pink hair fell slight on the side of her pale skinned face as she held her hand out, holding a constant flow of power ti the barrier surrounding Edgar and herself. Her eyes stared constantly on the evil sorcerer, while sneering as his boastful quips toward her and her unborn child. She let out a hearty chuckle, "You know .............. You sound just like that damn clown, I'm surprised the two of you aren't ........best friends" Terra grinned "but i wonder........ way are you handing us over to him?, what are you, afraid of him or something?"

[kefka]

[glow=Yellow,2,300]Almost as if on-cue the Dancing Madman would make his presence known once more; in a burst of radiant prismatic light. As it dissipated Kefka's form would be seen dancing about erratically and on his way over.

He gazed upon the sight with a raised eyebrow before sidling up alongside the wraith, his arms folded and his bottom lip over-lapping his upper in a sign of frustration.

"So it looks like you've engaged, but I don't see them writhing, unharmed in your tentacly-thingies..."

He then turned to Terra and Edgar, his eyes wide and alight with new-found enthusiasm.

"Why if it isn't my lovely portions of a self-help book scattered throughout the worlds!"[/glow]

[Jafar]

Jafar sneered lightly at Terra's comments regarding his reasons. "My dear... sometimes a situation is best solved not by blasting one's way through like so many walls..." he silkily muttered, alluding to her failed escape attempt, "but rather by a more..." he continued, just in time to have Kefka appear at his side, "diplomatic approach..."

Turning to face the other Master of Darkness, Jafar jestured to the two trapped under two layers of magical barrier like a dish served under glass. "As promised, here they are... unharmed so that you may yet enjoy the pleasure yourself..." Jafar spoke, betraying how close he was to this world now through the lack of a mysterious echo or rumbling sub-context of a demonic boom.

Standing tall, he watched as Kefka approached to begin mentally torturing the two. His grip tightened on his staff with minor irritation before speaking again. "I trust all is in order then? You will of course now honor our agreement by taking your playthings and leaving..." he finished, gesturing lightly with his hand...

[kefka]

Upon seeing Edgar and Terra basically gift-wrapped and presented to him, the madcap harlequin's aura darkened from a light, peppy multitude of colors, warping to a sadistically alluring shade neither black nor white. His grin stretched between either ear, and his eyes narrowed while he gave an indignant huff in the direction of the wraith.

"It does seem like everything is in order," remarked the clown, his voice mingled with an overpowering boom of wicked silence such that it was barely an intonation. Had anyone dared find the source of his statement, they might be shocked to find that it came from everywhere but nowhere, and the weight that heralded it would grow more intense even on the atmosphere.

He started his advance slowly, throwing one arm out in the direction of where Terra and Edgar were, his powers over the elementals tossing them into the air, where encased them in a black cyclone, a Corridor he would soon take himself. Warping the heroes off to his private sanctum at the Altar, he was free now to shake the hand of his one-time partner.

Dangerously close now to Jafar, he did indeed raise his hand as if to do just that...

but instead his clawed fingers dove deep into the inky flesh that served as the phantom's body, taking a firm hold on something solid and precious to its existence. Kefka's neck craned forward, coming about an inch and a half from Jafar's, and he smirked.

"No one tells me what to do," he said with menacing eyes, tightening his grip on the soul gem-like structure within until he felt it crack. "And as for this world, when I'm done with it I'll have absolutely no reason to return! Kweeheeheehee!!!"

At last he used his inner power to fuel his grip, and he balled his hand tighter until what kept the wraith together shattered completely.

"Sorry, Jeff, but the game is over!"

[Jafar]

"GCK!!" Jafar coughed when suddenly a hand was delved deep into his chest. His whole body paralyzed and he shook as he tried to lift his hands in an attempt to wrap them around the neck of the venomous Kefka.

"T-Trait-" he coughed, then suddenly a crack formed in his jewel, which in turn created a massive glowing crack down his face. The wound shone like a spotlight peeking through night sky. Then suddenly, the gem was shattered all over, and that single split down Jafar's form expanded outward in a single instant. A million microbe-thin lines spread across his entire body... and then the light exploded outward, leaving Jafar nothing but countless floating black specks like negative-coloured snow...

***JAFAR IS DECEASED***

[kefka]

The impending explosion was enough to make Kefka giddy with excitement; the act itself was a monumental achievement in the modern day. Years had passed since the Dancing Madman had completely shattered a creature from the inside-out, and as the wraith sucked in his last breath, Kefka zoomed back to take in the majesty of his work from a better angle.

Once the act was finished, Kefka gazed upon the gloomy wasteland with a frown. "I highly doubt it would be worth it, but...Light of Judgement!"

Throwing down the dangerous index finger he launched his deadly god-born might, watching only as the beam struck home in the sands, causing an outward explosion of radiant white light. The madman had no time to watch this, though, as he had smaller fish to fry. so, with a meticulous back-flip, he dove into the cyclonic Corridor the others had been tossed into, taking him back to his most recent home: the Altar of Naught...