HellOfALife saidKuja succeeds as much and never actually gets beaten by party, his plot death kinda saves the day.
... I feel Kafka is the best since he straight up did all this shit he did cause he wanted to, and he fuckin succeeded unlike most FF antagonists.
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Kuja kills everyone and destroys an entire planet, that's pretty successful
kuja > jeckt
sweet I would love to join >_<
he was serving me everything I needed. ultima >__> dissidia makes me dislike her
Klaus shall remain a solo act I guess
Thats fine I just had to ask because I love Kuja >~<
Hmmmm interesting breakdown of characters.
While you said it was fine to play a Disney villain, I was wondering since it is an alternate time lime/dimension, could ff villains be part of Maleficents little group? If so I would love to be Kuja.
While you said it was fine to play a Disney villain, I was wondering since it is an alternate time lime/dimension, could ff villains be part of Maleficents little group? If so I would love to be Kuja.
The boy could feel the sunlight baring down at him and knew that while
the world was saying get up you lazy vagabond, his body could not
comply with the request at the moment. Klaus could not remember what
had happened the previous night, he merely assumed that in his
debauchery he had passed out and been thrown out by the pub's owner.
An all to familiar string of events which always made waking up the
next morning a struggle. After a minute or so, He stretched his limbs
before finally deciding to sit up right and open his eyes. To his
surprise he awoke to what seemed to be a different city. While even
this was not completely outside the realm of what Klaus considered a
fun time, the well traveled bard rarely found himself in an unfamiliar
town. As he had awoken outside in an alley rather than in a jail, he
couldn't of done anything to disruptive or so he thought.
"Well a new town with a whole new set of inns and pubs to get thrown
out of. If I'm lucky I may even wake up in a bed tomorrow. But what to
do while I bide my time"
Klaus got up and started to frantically search his pockets in hopes
that in his drunken stupor he had manged to scavenge together some
money for the mornings meal. Alas he had no such luck. In fact not
only did he have no money, the lyre he vaguely remembered playing the
previous night was also missing. The only things left in his
possession, other than his clothes were the set of daggers he kept
and a pendant which he he found in his pocket. The pendant was rather
nice, for a second Klaus contemplated pawning it but as he rather
liked it and decided against it. As he put the necklace on, the bard
mind could only think of how if he had any sort of instrument he would
be able to make some sort of coin by panhandling.
With a deep sigh he gave a final look around the small area he had
awoken in. Miraculously he found a pan flute which hadn't been there
the last time he looked. As he was still slightly groggy Klaus assumed
he must of somehow missed its presence and wasn't going to look a
gift horse in the mouth. A pan flute was not the most ideal instrument
but he would be able to make due. With that spoony bard left the
alley, playing the pan flute as he wandered around in search of a
place he could draw in a good crowd.
He had missed his chance as it appeared someone had already beat him to the punch. Just around the alleyway with the fire mark in which he had awoken a small group had begun to gathering around a peculiarly dressed woman. To openly appear as a witch without fear of burning at the stake, she was either extremely powerful or exceedingly brash one or the other it intrigued Klaus. The bard put away the pan flute and slowly saunter over.
the world was saying get up you lazy vagabond, his body could not
comply with the request at the moment. Klaus could not remember what
had happened the previous night, he merely assumed that in his
debauchery he had passed out and been thrown out by the pub's owner.
An all to familiar string of events which always made waking up the
next morning a struggle. After a minute or so, He stretched his limbs
before finally deciding to sit up right and open his eyes. To his
surprise he awoke to what seemed to be a different city. While even
this was not completely outside the realm of what Klaus considered a
fun time, the well traveled bard rarely found himself in an unfamiliar
town. As he had awoken outside in an alley rather than in a jail, he
couldn't of done anything to disruptive or so he thought.
"Well a new town with a whole new set of inns and pubs to get thrown
out of. If I'm lucky I may even wake up in a bed tomorrow. But what to
do while I bide my time"
Klaus got up and started to frantically search his pockets in hopes
that in his drunken stupor he had manged to scavenge together some
money for the mornings meal. Alas he had no such luck. In fact not
only did he have no money, the lyre he vaguely remembered playing the
previous night was also missing. The only things left in his
possession, other than his clothes were the set of daggers he kept
and a pendant which he he found in his pocket. The pendant was rather
nice, for a second Klaus contemplated pawning it but as he rather
liked it and decided against it. As he put the necklace on, the bard
mind could only think of how if he had any sort of instrument he would
be able to make some sort of coin by panhandling.
With a deep sigh he gave a final look around the small area he had
awoken in. Miraculously he found a pan flute which hadn't been there
the last time he looked. As he was still slightly groggy Klaus assumed
he must of somehow missed its presence and wasn't going to look a
gift horse in the mouth. A pan flute was not the most ideal instrument
but he would be able to make due. With that spoony bard left the
alley, playing the pan flute as he wandered around in search of a
place he could draw in a good crowd.
He had missed his chance as it appeared someone had already beat him to the punch. Just around the alleyway with the fire mark in which he had awoken a small group had begun to gathering around a peculiarly dressed woman. To openly appear as a witch without fear of burning at the stake, she was either extremely powerful or exceedingly brash one or the other it intrigued Klaus. The bard put away the pan flute and slowly saunter over.
cant wait for IC post >_<
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