After three years...

[dancingmad]

Kekeke...

[ A creepy smile slowly curls upon his lips. ]

Hoppin' back on the saddle again, huh? You must be feeling rather spiffy today.

[ The clown's demented laughter fills the air as his smile grows increasingly creepier. ]

Nice to see ya again, toots~! Now let's go back to terrorizing the masses like old times.

[ The Phantasmal Harlequin is BACK in action! Run, run, run or you'll be done. ]

You bring the gasoline, and I'll bring the FIRE...

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[ascians]

[In soviet dear_mun, gasoline is you.

If Kefka's got the subtlest nuance of sanity left within, he'll probably get a shiver or two down his spine. And he might just see this, floating along rather eerily.

It can sense despair.
It can sense agony.
It can sense adversity, confliction, dissonance of the soul.

It can sense everything, Kefka. And it's nearing.]

[dancingmad]

Ooh, what's this delightful little morsel here?

[ Of course he should be running in terror of this hideous fella, but Kefka stands his ground and watches with twisted delight as the creature draws nearer. ]

My, my, my! What are you supposed to be, hm?

[ Once the creature came a little too close for comfort, the phantasmal harlequin vanishes quickly. ]

Nuh-uh!

[ He's now floating upside down above the creature's head. ]

I don't like to do that kind of stuff on the first date. Kekekeke!

[ascians]

[Unfortunately for Kefka, it doesn't react. It doesn't offer a single sound; there's not even the slightest rustling of it's robes. After all, how can something which exists in a differing plane entirely transmit any sound at all? It can't. It doesn't.

At Kefka's sprightly disappearing and reappearing trick, the wraith does the same, almost in sync. Perhaps Kefka can peer into it's tattered hood now, it's that close. There's a flicker.

And there's a red light, rapidly taking form into the crest of Mateus.

Welp.]

[dancingmad]

[ The mad jester couldn't help but blink in amazement once the red crest appeared. ]

No what's that? It's really shiny and fancy.

[ While he wants nothing more other than to reach out and touch the crest, Kefka knew better than to do that. Instead, he darts away from the dark silhouette and flies a little higher into the air. ]

Dammit talk already! Sheesh! I hate dealin' with mutes, ya know.

[warring_triad]

Well well well~! Just when I was starting to think this place was getting too boring, I run into quite the handsome devil~!

[He offers a grin.]

Mind if I help spread the blaze~?

[dancingmad]

[ Now, now, now! This was a tad unexpected but Kefka is so glad to meet someone as amazing as...himself! More Kefkas make the world a less BORING place.

Don't you agree? ]

Be my guest but let's leave some room for the Big Shambang!

[ This is the beginning of the END for Dear_Mun. ]

WE'LL WATCH IT BURN TOGETHER!