Post by tom on Jan 28, 2019 18:19:22 GMT -5
"Gather 'round boys and girls, watch the magic balls fly!" Kefka giggled giddily as he juggled four colorful balls with the utmost ease. A small crowd had paused their daily routines in the market square to watch the clown perform, enchanted by his flawless juggling technique. And then he pulled out the show stopped: he started to river dance. Such balance, such form! To juggle and dance at the same time, it should be impossible! Not for Kefka though, a master of the juggling art! After a moment more of endless wonder, Kefka would catch the four balls one by one before taking a deep bow. The small crowd clapped enthusiastically, prompting Kefka to take several more smaller bows. Many of them began to toss munny into a green turban that lay before the performer. When the crowd dispersed, the clown picked up the turban and frolicked into a nearby alley.
When he was sure he was alone, his demeanor immediately shifted from joyous to spiteful. "Those fools wouldn't know entertainment if it bit them in the hiney. What's the haul here?" Kefka counted fifteen munny in total. "Great, enough to buy half a sandwich." How long has he been here, juggling like an monkey at a circus for the drooling masses? Ten years? Twenty? A hundred? Probably a month or so. Felt like ages though, time moves slow when you wake up in an unfamiliar place without any magic or godly powers. Oh how he missed magic, if only he could have thrown a fireball or two into that crowd. That would've really brightened up their day! Kefka sighed and poured the munny into a pouch he kept tied onto his waist. He had about 200 in total. Hopefully soon he'd have enough to buy a hole he could die in.
Plopping the turban on his head, the poor harlequin began to glumly stroll down the alleyway. "At this right I'll have to get a real job. What am I qualified for? Killing, burning, freezing, maiming, poisoning--I'd be lucky if I could get a gig as a fry cook. Imagine, the mighty Kefka brought to such depths!?" Kefka groaned loudly and kicked over a nearby trash can. And sat on its toppled form. He had no idea what to do, where to go, or even how to live as a mortal again. What an unbearable situation.