Sephiroth had indeed gotten the message left on his wall. It had taken quite a bit of work to get the damn thing out as well. He teleported to the desert, and immediately scowled. He didn't like where Kefka had apparently chosen their match to be held. But if he had to bear with it, he would.
The ex-SOLDIER folded his arms as he came into view of the jester. Immediately his anger began to rise until it made the hair on the back of his neck bristle. At least now he had a good excuse to turn Kefka into a still painting.
"What foolishness are you conducting now? Don't you know I'm busy?"
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Date: 2010-02-28 11:37 pm (UTC)The ex-SOLDIER folded his arms as he came into view of the jester. Immediately his anger began to rise until it made the hair on the back of his neck bristle. At least now he had a good excuse to turn Kefka into a still painting.
"What foolishness are you conducting now? Don't you know I'm busy?"