Guess who the mun is writing an app for?

[warring_triad]

Wait, this place has my dear Terra, the Chauvanist King, the Necrophile, and "General" Chere~!?

My my~! It isn't even my birthday~!

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[warring_triad]

Considering your god draws power from me, I can cut her - and you - off. Also, this isn't makeup, and I look fabulous beside.

It's the confrontation between genocidal godlike video game bad guys you never expected to see! XD

[oceanmaiden]

No, Eres isn't exactly the same as your magic. And Nerifes isn't a "she": it's the will of the sea itself. But...people aren't just born with eyeliner, facial markings, and painted lips.

I'll concede that you look "fabulous", though.

And how!

[warring_triad]

[Small eye twitch.]

I am the source of all magic. No magic exists without my permission in this realm or any other.

And no, I was not born this way. My appearance is a side effect of the process I underwent that gave me my first taste of power. The power to wholly devour the Warring Triad.

Of course I do! I am perfection! I am purity! I am destruction incarnate!

Woah, is she getting to him?

[oceanmaiden]

Well you certainly aren't the way I would envision the source of all magic to be. You look like a man playing God. In a ballet or something.

Your appearance is one thing, makeup is another. And you are wearing makeup.

You're loony. And you apparently missed the notion that "fabulous" can mean meterosexual.

Only because she implied he wasn't as powerful as he thinks he is.

[warring_triad]

[There's a brief flash of light as he assumes a more celestial appearance.]

How about now? And fyi, magicite scaring involves skin bleaching and the formation of microscopic crimson crystals beneath the skin around the eyes.

His mind is beyond warped. Alot of things aren't as he thinks. ^^

[oceanmaiden]

[A brief flash of light comes around Shirley and suddenly her hair is going blue and her eyes have a piercing, glowing glare.]

I'm not afraid of you. And even if your words are truth, there's still no excuse for the lips.

Well yeah. Doesn't stop him from being all kinds of crazy. :P

[warring_triad]

Oh, you will be afraid. You will be.

[He laughs a frenzied laugh as what appear to be spectral zombie cherubim appear and begin to float toward Shirley.]

Go, my fallen ones! Show her the true meaning of despair!

The best kinds of crazy! :P

[oceanmaiden]

*gasp* Oh no! That IS worth being afraid of!

But NOT worth any despair.

[Shirley casts her Teriques out of her quill pen. And through Shirley's direction, it erases each and every one of Kefka's fallen ones.]