Uniform condition? Is your landlord really strict then? *sends lucky horseshoes* Good luck you brave fellow! Don't let the world turn you into Cloud's ass; you will not be mercilessly kicked by Garland!
Does that mean we won't get to speak much this week? That's too bad... D:
I'll offer you the Kefka confronting Kuja about Kujerra script I did for the RP to try and help cheer you up:
---------------------------- (NOTE: This involves me experimenting a bit. Kuja's more like his Disc 2 FFIX self here whilst Kefka is...well I tried something a little different with him here)
Kefka: So…a little old witch told me something very interesting… Kuja: That she’ll finally cast a spell that will erase your loathsome presence from my sight? Kefka: She said something about a little bird. A little bird that belongs to me… Kuja: Oh you mean that girl you keep on failing to capture? Terra, wasn’t it? Kefka: You should know…YOU’RE THE ONE SLOBBERING OVER HER! Kuja: What are you on about? Kefka: DON’T LIE TO ME! I know all about your little attempts to get into those panties of hers! I know all about how those Cosmos whelps are cheerleading your sappy little romance like some overrated sports game and quite frankly, IT MAKES ME SICK! Kuja: I’m sorry, could it be that this bothers you? Kefka: Oh no, no, no, no, no…why should it bother me? I mean it’s not like Terra is MINE or anything! Kefka: You want to bang her? Fine, do that. Enjoy it - be my guest. Or are you too noble to do that? Hmm? Not man enough to stick something where it doesn’t belong and watch her cry out in pain AS THE BLOOD LEAKS OUT OF HER- Kuja: -Spare me the gruesome image. Kefka: What’s that!? Does that mean you don’t wanna make a whore out of her!? Oh Kujie-coo, have you gone soft in the head? Could it be that you actually care about her? Kuja: Care? *laughs* Kuja: You seem to think that I’m…? Oh Kefka, I never knew you were such a romantic. Kefka: Hah? Kuja: Kefka, the only thing your little puppet means to me is causing you fury that not even the god of discord himself could help to rival. She is, as you so would so delicately put it ‘something to screw with’. Nothing more. Kefka: Why you- Kuja: Strike me for all I care; it’ll just cause her to come running to me all the more quickly. What girl can resist the tragic coup de grace of a wounded paramour fresh from the jaws of hell? Why I all I need do is whisper sweet nothings and she will fly straight into my arms. Kuja: Does she do that so willingly for you, Kefka? Kefka: Grrr…that’s big talk coming from a little runt. Kuja: Oh is that a challenge then? Dear me, well that shouldn’t be too hard. I have been looking forward to hearing the symphony of her wanton moans. Sadly, that’s a performance you’ll never be privy too. Kuja: Don’t worry, I’ll be sure to give you an in-depth critique of ‘the maiden’s swansong’. Every thrust…every shudder…every moment she begs for more. Kefka: *opens mouth* - Kuja: -So that whenever you look at her, whenever you think of her, you will never be able to dispel the image of her becoming mine. I want you to remember that. And how she did it all of her own accord. Kefka: STOP IT! STOP IT!!! SHUT IT YA LITTLE SLIME! Kuja: Why Kefka…? Didn’t you say I should go ahead? Could it be you’re not comfortable with this after all? Kefka: YOU DARE LAY THE BINT AND I’LL- Kuja: -Did I hit a nerve? Kefka: I’LL HIT YOU! Kuja: Well then…it seems I’d better get straight to it. Kuja: But don’t worry…I’ll try to be gentle. *poisonous smirk* Kefka: GRAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAARRRGGHHHH! *teleports off in fury* Jecht: *trundles out from behind a pillar having witnessed the whole thing* You are either a damn good actor or a dead man. Kuja: Hmph, I’ll leave you to decide which one. *flairs hair and flies off*
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Does that mean we won't get to speak much this week? That's too bad... D:
I'll offer you the Kefka confronting Kuja about Kujerra script I did for the RP to try and help cheer you up:
----------------------------
(NOTE: This involves me experimenting a bit. Kuja's more like his Disc 2 FFIX self here whilst Kefka is...well I tried something a little different with him here)
Kefka: So…a little old witch told me something very interesting…
Kuja: That she’ll finally cast a spell that will erase your loathsome presence from my sight?
Kefka: She said something about a little bird. A little bird that belongs to me…
Kuja: Oh you mean that girl you keep on failing to capture? Terra, wasn’t it?
Kefka: You should know…YOU’RE THE ONE SLOBBERING OVER HER!
Kuja: What are you on about?
Kefka: DON’T LIE TO ME! I know all about your little attempts to get into those panties of hers! I know all about how those Cosmos whelps are cheerleading your sappy little romance like some overrated sports game and quite frankly, IT MAKES ME SICK!
Kuja: I’m sorry, could it be that this bothers you?
Kefka: Oh no, no, no, no, no…why should it bother me? I mean it’s not like Terra is MINE or anything!
Kefka: You want to bang her? Fine, do that. Enjoy it - be my guest. Or are you too noble to do that? Hmm? Not man enough to stick something where it doesn’t belong and watch her cry out in pain AS THE BLOOD LEAKS OUT OF HER-
Kuja: -Spare me the gruesome image.
Kefka: What’s that!? Does that mean you don’t wanna make a whore out of her!? Oh Kujie-coo, have you gone soft in the head? Could it be that you actually care about her?
Kuja: Care? *laughs*
Kuja: You seem to think that I’m…? Oh Kefka, I never knew you were such a romantic.
Kefka: Hah?
Kuja: Kefka, the only thing your little puppet means to me is causing you fury that not even the god of discord himself could help to rival. She is, as you so would so delicately put it ‘something to screw with’. Nothing more.
Kefka: Why you-
Kuja: Strike me for all I care; it’ll just cause her to come running to me all the more quickly. What girl can resist the tragic coup de grace of a wounded paramour fresh from the jaws of hell? Why I all I need do is whisper sweet nothings and she will fly straight into my arms.
Kuja: Does she do that so willingly for you, Kefka?
Kefka: Grrr…that’s big talk coming from a little runt.
Kuja: Oh is that a challenge then? Dear me, well that shouldn’t be too hard. I have been looking forward to hearing the symphony of her wanton moans. Sadly, that’s a performance you’ll never be privy too.
Kuja: Don’t worry, I’ll be sure to give you an in-depth critique of ‘the maiden’s swansong’. Every thrust…every shudder…every moment she begs for more.
Kefka: *opens mouth* -
Kuja: -So that whenever you look at her, whenever you think of her, you will never be able to dispel the image of her becoming mine. I want you to remember that. And how she did it all of her own accord.
Kefka: STOP IT! STOP IT!!! SHUT IT YA LITTLE SLIME!
Kuja: Why Kefka…? Didn’t you say I should go ahead? Could it be you’re not comfortable with this after all?
Kefka: YOU DARE LAY THE BINT AND I’LL-
Kuja: -Did I hit a nerve?
Kefka: I’LL HIT YOU!
Kuja: Well then…it seems I’d better get straight to it.
Kuja: But don’t worry…I’ll try to be gentle. *poisonous smirk*
Kefka: GRAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAARRRGGHHHH! *teleports off in fury*
Jecht: *trundles out from behind a pillar having witnessed the whole thing* You are either a damn good actor or a dead man.
Kuja: Hmph, I’ll leave you to decide which one. *flairs hair and flies off*