Titolo: insane arlequin
Fandom: Squenix (Final Fantasy VI)
Personaggi: Kefka Palazzo
Avvertimenti: spoiler sulla fine del gioco, in inglese
Genere: introspettivo
Parole: 365
Note: in realtà questo è uno starter per il mio blog rp su tumblr, ma non ho scritto proprio nient'altro questo mese... quindi eh. Tutto qua.

Kefka looked around, atop the huge, abnormal tower he’d built with scraps and pieces of burnt down homes from the cities he’d wiped out, boredom making his painted red eyelids heavy, his finger dancing around lazily in the air, almost as if he was directing an invisible orchestra playing a slow, tired ode to himself.

"Bo-ring" he hummed under his breath, then stood up and went to look down on the World of Ruin that was his work of art. He took a flourishing, healthy, green world that was just recovering from a huge war and turned its water to an unnatural red like the blood he spilt in Thamasa or Doma (truly beautiful works, those), freed from their prisons the nastiest creatures that humanity had relegated to hidden caves deep down the Earth; he saw them wander the planes around Tzen, and a childish cackle lightened up his face. "Maybe I can make this place look less like a dump and more like… me!" was his comment, ending it in a hoarse, aggressive growl, while his fingers snapped and the Light of Judgement appeared in the sky, cutting the dying land like it was butter and violently pulverizing a set of homes in Tzen.

An hysterical, loud, insane laughter rose up from his throat, and his body bounced a few times while he clapped his hands while watching the flames burn up. “That’s better” he giggled, biting his lip.

Once he’d satisfied his need for entertainment, he looked back at his empty, dark room, knowing full well that boredom was going to dawn on him again. But he looked forward to it, for there was nothing sweeter than the feeling of pure power flowing through his body, up his spine, tickling his fingers and then exploding with destructive power. It was like an orgasm. Speaking of which…

"Why is it that when people have sex, they call it ‘liberating’, but when you destroy stuff they call it ‘horrible’? Oh, well…" he concluded in a whisper, suddenly lighting up on fire some unaware citizens of Albrook and smirking while the little ants flailed their tiny arms in the air. "I don’t need anyone’s approval anyway, now".