[identity profile] chaos-vessel.livejournal.com posting in [community profile] timeandtides_backup
Characters:  Kefka, Vincent Valentine (Chaos)
Progress: Incomplete
Summary:  The White God and a demon of destruction cross paths
Location:  Near Lindblum (around Qu's Marsh?)
Date:  August 1, 1804
Warnings: Violence. Insanity?

Chaos circled in the air high above the city of Lindblum, glaring down at the metropolis. It was the place where the demon had awoken, and Chaos would have liked nothing better than to start its task by destroying the place. However, the city, while full of life, was also protected by strange things- ones that sealed away his power. The way they sealed away his power was like the protomateria that Chaos had once been trapped by, and yet different, and the demon hated the things already. The demon had gained freedom to do what it was supposed to, after so long- this opportunity could not be taken away from it. It would not let itself be sealed away again. It would have destroyed the place already, if it were not for the presence of those things. The Rooks were on the alert, and were careful to move to block him from entering the city.

Finally, the demon had grown frustrated, and had flown off away from the city. Instead, it had landed in the nearby marsh, and was destroying every living thing it could find there. The city could be taken care of later, when the weak creatures had lowered their guard. For now, it would take out its anger on the area around it, creating a truly impressive display of destruction and rage.

Date: 2010-08-11 10:27 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] magicclown.livejournal.com
The life of this mad clown flashed before his very eyes, as his body fell to the ground. His breath became shallow and slow. This was something he couldn't believe, something he ignored, something he thought could never and would never happen to a entity such as himself. He...was dying.

Turning to the side, he noticed his phone managed to drop out and hit a record button. The clown made his dramatic speech (http://community.livejournal.com/mooglenet/383215.html), before his final breaths were exhausted from his body as he lay on the ground, motionless, exhausted of all life, all thought faded to black. The mad laughter had finally been put to a silence

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