Kefka Palazzo

To The Reader

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To The Reader

My screen name is Kefka, I’m recently returning from a bit of time away. In honesty, I left the site due to a rather acute and sudden case of boredom. I lost my muse, lost my desire to take part in plays that never panned out for one reason or another. I’m just as guilty as my partners, and do not assign blame. It is what it is, and the past is in the past. Returned is the craving to write. My muse is renewed, vitalized and enthusiastic for a play to dive into. I want to write. I want to try new things, hone my skills again and move on to even greater levels of prowess and ability. I want tested, encouraged to do better. I want criticism, involvement, and excitement, and in return, I am offering the same.

Fantasy for modern, it doesn’t matter to me. From the realistic trials and tribulations of the modern day society, to the exploration of the unfathomable depths and farthest reaches of imagination, I am keenly interested. A few ticks on what I don’t want, as the list is far shorter. I don’t want smut for the sake of smut. I have no problem with inclusion of adult themes in a play if they add to the story, but I’m not here to write porn. If you want that, might I suggest searching amazon for free kindle books, there’s a flooding of them on the market these days. I don’t want unskilled work. I long for substance and presence in the writing. I want to know your character, feel them, and I want you to know mine. I don’t want bitterness or hatefulness from my partner. Nothing turns me off of a play more than a partner who exhibits rude or hateful behavior in PM’s. I plan to spend some time and effort in tandem with you, I’d like to enjoy the process.

PM me, and lets discuss, but only if you are serious. As I said, one of my major complaints about roleplaying on forums in the past is the rate at which stories are simply dropped, uncompleted. I want to see something through, a completely fleshed out and well written story. It doesn’t have to be a saga. It doesn’t have to take months or years (but it can). Write with me. Challenge me. Let me challenge you. I promise, we will both be the better for it in the end.

-Kefka.

[♛] 𝓡equiem. // the rise of soldier.

@Kefka Palazzo - Heeeeey Kefka. Long time no see, buddy.

@icmasticc

Heya IC! How goes it?! I'm super excited about this!

@Rockette I'm stoked and ready to go! This is going to be epic!

[♛] 𝓡equiem. // the rise of soldier.

Count me in!

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I agree with icmasticc.. I'm sorry to see it closed, but I understand the decision. It was the best play I'd been involved in in a while. Sad that it fell victim to the tragedy that seems to befall all good plays: people just move on.

If there ever is a reopening, I do hope someone lets me know.

A Separate Society

--still seeking-- An additional plot added.

Please respond by PM ONLY.

Do not respond to this post.

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Well, it's my intention to be as active as before.

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@Rockette I'm just sorry it was so slow in the getting there.

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Cidolphus Escovane

Twenty Seven | 15, September | 6’0” | First Class
“They’re watching you die, and when you’re gone it’s like you weren’t even there…“

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Mrihl - Baron's Estate

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Cid drew himself as far into himself as he could as he ate, without appetite. Slow, mechanical motions of his jaw ground his food, as his mind flowed with thoughts as wild and alive as the waters of the river after the snow melts, as though all of his energy were placed into passing fits of ideas through his mind’s eye. What have they done to him exactly? Why was it manifesting now? What had triggered it? He found the thoughts only bloomed more, threads of idea and approach that caught and weaved together to make as detailed and intricate a web as any arachnid would be proud of. Was he a monster now? Surely since starting this whole thing, he hadn’t felt quite ‘human’, quite himself, but he hadn’t believed things to be so altered. Yes, the voice had taken some adjusting to, but in a way it was quiet comforting. A companion that seemed to be always there, compartmentalized in a corner of his mind, always willing to take him away if he were to simply lift back the veil that he had thrown over it. She hadn’t named herself, other than assuming the identities of numerous figures from his past, but there was a comfort that he found came with her presence. Almost, he reached for the veil, but stopped himself, suddenly cautious. Could she be part of what was happening to him?

He felt it better to push it all aside, to leave it all tucked neatly away, and he turned his attention back to what he knew, what he understood. Cid ate and drank with increased vigor, pulling his attention out of his thoughts, and back to the meal at hand. The first bowel emptied before he was half way through the loaf of crusty brown bread that came with it. It tasted better than he had hoped it would, warm and sweet out of the oven, a nice accompaniment to the spicy brown stew and the cold, thick ale. Another bowel, another flask of ale, and he rose from the table, feeling satisfied, and slightly light headed from the drink. He dropped a couple of coins down on the table’s top, before leaving.

The thoughts took him again as he walked back to the compound, suddenly disinterested in seeing the rest of Mrihl, and desiring instead to be elsewhere. He had no grand desire to return to the group of soldiers he traveled with, they had proven to be anything less than open, and he knew little about any of them, other than they seemed capable in a fight. He cared very little what happened to any of them, and had he any way of truly being away and free of the whole business, he felt he would take it, no matter the cost. The more he learned, the less he liked the way things were heading.

Without incident or grandeur, he arrived back at the baron’s estates, and after several quick inquiries, he found himself back with his companions. This motley crew of warriors, gathering…

His mind snapped to the sound of Evangeline’s voice. The strength and urgency in her tone drew him away from his thoughts, as she approached the larger Solider. She showed an intensity that he had initially thought to be so contradictory of her nature, which now he is coming to understand always lies beneath the hew of multicolored eyes and juvenile silliness. She was as multifaceted as the rest of them, as dangerous and threatening as any of the rest. By the strength in her gaze, the tension in her taunt body, he imagined she could even wrestle the big man to the floor, and make him beg her release. It was the question that sent an icy chill to his veins, drawing all warmth from his blood.

“Perhaps he is calm because he already knew,” Cid spoke up, offering a point of view to Evangeline’s question. She had to be having similar thoughts as to his own, similar misgivings and a very familiar sense of foreboding since arriving in Mrihl. “Or he simply refuses to see it. But it is what it is, and we are alone with it. Do you not think we all saw? But none of us speak of it. We are alone with it, to make of it what we can. Something is askew here, with us, with this place, this situation. We are ignorant as children, and meant to be this way, by design.”