Tardy To The Party(Genesis)

Imagine, if you would, that you are an immensely powerful mage with the desire--scratch that--the need to use your magic to level a city. Especially since it's been years since you've done so. Not only that however, but you've just learned that the universe is just chock full of worlds waiting to be ripped apart. You too would be over the moon, just like Kefka here. He was a kid in a candy store, looking upon thousands of stars within his magic corridor, each representing a new and highly flammable world. He had no idea where to start, especially since his choices were endless. Blind with excitement, Kefka decided that the only course of action was to close his eyes and choose a destination at random. As you might guess, this will prove to be a terrible idea.

A dazzling rainbow portal would open over a barren landscape. With only a moment of tentative delay, Kefka would come bounding out ready to embrace his very first world outside of his own (and that Garden place but that barely counts as a world let's be real). Boy was this--underwhelming. It was just a bunch of wasteland, rocks, cliffs, and valleys as far as the eye could see. Kefka sighed, his shoulders slumping forward as his portal closed. "You can't be serious!" He exclaimed, throwing his arms up in exaggerated exasperation. "Just my luck, the first destination on my destructive road trip and it's a bust!" Placing a gloved hand over his eyes, Kefka would look both to and fro for any sign of life. Unfortunately, he would find nothing but dust. Groaning, the disappointed fiend would turn to open his portal and try his luck elsewhere. Yet as he swung his head around, a soft glimmer would catch his eye. Kefka swung toward the glimmer and yet saw nothing. Kefka squinted; he was no fool (ironic I know), he definitely saw something. When he couldn't spy it, Kefka would shake his back in froth to recreate the glimmer. Sure enough with each swing a Very distant object would blink in the sun. Kefka smirked. It wasn't much, but it was a start. Kicking off of the cliff he stood on, Kefka would begin floating toward the blinking figure.

Kefka was glad that he had stayed. As he floated forward at top speed, the distant gleaming object would reveal itself to be a towering spire. As Kefka drew nearer, the spire would only grow in size. And as the tower grew, so did his excitement. Surely that was the center of a grand city full of people just waiting to meet their grizzly ends. He was almost beside himself with anticipation, couldn't he go any faster!? He was nearing his destination, and the tower became ever clearer. Only with clarity came foreboding, the tower seemed--off. Very off in fact, as if it were falling apart. This concerned Kefka for but a moment, but he quickly decided not to judge a book by its cover. Maybe the architects for this city enjoyed the classic dilapidated aesthetic.

Kefka would eventually come upon an enormous wall which he easily scaled with his levitation. As he moved up the wall Kefka noted the gigantic plates on either side of him that seemed to be utterly ripped apart. Geez these guys sure aren't good at maintaining their--plates. On top of the wall, Kefka would be confronted with a morbid scene. Out past a huge set of caved in railways sat a sprawling metropolis leveled into rubble. The imposing tower stood in its center, with nothing but the grace of the divine keeping it upright. Kefka's shoulders drooped. Here he was thinking his luck was good, when it was actually worse than he thought. What are the odds of him coming upon a city to destroy, only for him to be too late. Kefka kicked the wall and began floating towards the city proper.

Landing in the middle of a ruined square, Kefka scratched his head. Whatever caused all of this was really efficient, he couldn't have done it any better. He was discouraged, but decided to have a look around anyway. After all there might be some survivors he could prey on for a few small laughs. The sky above him was turning grayer by the second, setting the scene quite nicely. He had to admit it was rather refreshing to be in such a derelict location, reminded him of home. He would have liked all of this to be his handiwork but credit where credit was due, this wasn't half bad. Yet disturbingly, the style of the buildings seemed rather familiar. AT first he thought they were reminding him of Narshe, what with all of the pipes and such. So many pipes. But as he wandered he slowly realized that it was a different sort of familiarity, as if he had actually been here before. It gave Kefka the creeps. So much of the creeps that he had to stop for a moment to recuperate. It didn't help that he was becoming frustrated of his lack of progress, the idea that he had wasted his time searching for nothing was beginning to try rile him up. Eventually he thought, screw it let's just give it a go, and quickly thrust his hand out to launch a ball of fire [Zig-Zag Firaga] into the shattered doorway of a nearby building. A second after the projectile entered the ruined abode, what was left of it would shatter in a eruption of flame. Kefka watched as the short structure fell apart, and as the dust surrounded him he could only sigh. It wasn't the same. Moving out of the dust and sitting on a broken pipe, Kefka would lean his head upon the top of his hand and yawn. He needed to rest before he left this pointless world behind. And so there he sat, lamenting the good times that could have been.