TEATIME! (WIIIIIIDE OPEN)

[Mad Hatter]

A flash of lightning illuminated the darkened plains, nothing was there. Another flash. This time, a rather shortish figure could be seen sitting at the base of a lightning tower pouring himself some tea. Another flash. He's gone. Another flash. Now he's standing on the side of the tower as if the laws of physics don't apply and he's drinking his tea.

[Yazoo]

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If there was a way to make Yazoo more miserable and upset than he already was, it could potentially be the most astonishing of feats. He was hopelessly lost in a place he was unfamiliar without the foggiest idea of how he got here, confused and battered by the heavy pelting lightning of the storm. More than once he had nearly been struck, saved only by his blindingly fast reflexes.

Worst of all, he was alone.

Yazoo didn't like being alone. He never had. Perhaps it was a small side-effect of being brought into the world in the manner that he and his brothers had. They were a unit, tight and cohesive and, as far as he and Loz were concerned, almost utterly dependent on Kadaj. Kadaj knew things. He knew what to do, where to go... sometimes Yazoo innocently wondered if Kadaj knew everything there was to know. He was the leader, the thinker. Yazoo had never been anything more than a follower, trailing along after his brother without thought or question. Was that not the way it was supposed to be? Always?

And yet now he was alone, in a strange place that seemed to take pleasure in trying to kill him. Confusion and fear had given way to bitter indignation and contempt as Yazoo trudged blindly through the unfamiliar terrain, unsure of where to even begin to look for his brothers. Where had they gone? Were they angry with him? Was that why they had left him? Try as he might, anytime Yazoo attempted to think up and remember what he had been doing before being awoken on the edge of this miserable expanse of land, he was greeted only by a splitting headache. Sometimes a flash of... of... something appeared in his mind's eye, but it was like an image from a half-realized dream; gone and forgotten before he could even register the scene.

A flash. Yazoo squinted against the lightning's blinding burst. Well, if there had been anything that had been working in his favor, it was that these odd tower things seemed to absorb the lightning. Like giant lightning rod towers. Well, he supposed that's what they were, right? Couldn't' be anything else. At least he could hover near their bases uncertainly as he decided if he should progress further on nor not. As far as he could see, there was nothing but more barren wasteland and storms to face. Lovely.

Another flash. Yazoo blinked, confused. What was that? Rubbing at his brilliantly green eyes, the remnant could have sworn he saw someone at the base of the nearest tower. Yes...! Yes! A rare, bright smile crossed Yazoo's features. Perhaps this person was lost too? Maybe he'd seen his brothers?

Again the lightning struck, and after the reflexive blink Yazoo found the figure... gone? "Ah?" Was the storm playing cruel tricks on his eyes?

With a spectacular crack of thunder another bolt of lightning illuminated the dismally grey sky, revealing the figure again. Now he was standing on the side of the tower, sipping at a cup. Yazoo blinked, rubbing once more at his bright green eyes. A trick? Cocking his head to the side, the silver-haired man almost tipped himself over trying to angle his head similarly to the wild angle at which the stranger stood. This was all very confusing...

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[Mad Hatter]

Another bolt of lightning struck and suddenly the figure was only inches from Yazoo's face, his features clearly visable by the flash of lightning. He did not appear happy.The flash ended and bathed the plains in darkness again. Another flash. Now he was about 10 feet from Yazoo sitting on a neat little picnic blanket with a smile on his face. He looked to be pouring himself some tea.

[green]Tea, sir? You look weary.[/green]

He offered the teacup to Yazoo. Grinning cheerfully as if it were perfect weather.

[Kefka Palazzo]

To anyone skillful enough to spot something from a distance in this wasteland of dark hues and overcast skies, they might witness a distant figure skipping merrily along the path. Not walking, not marching, but skipping. Were they but a bit closer such viewers might also catch the equally merry tune being hummed by this odd individual, as well as the “plop” of his boots with every footfall.

Kefka had been a bit surprised when he first found himself in this odd area. “Thunder Plains”, some traveler had called it. That said traveler was not laying on the side of the road with about enough of him left to barely fill a matchbox was a separate matter entirely. Still, the place seemed to be half-correct in the ways of nomenclature. On one hand, the place barely resembled a plain of any sort. It was certainly very plain, but Kefka had expected more…grass, and wheat, and stuff like that. Maybe a tree or something for him to burn down. As it was the place was basically a sheet of bedrock; very uncool. As if to make up for this, however, the place packed “thunder” up the wazoo.

Kefka had found the occasional strikes of lightning to be fairly exciting. How amusing was it to find a place where nature was out to kick your ass? After the initial surprise the bolts were easy enough to dodge, and Kefka himself was making a sort of game out of it. So far he was up to 49 strikes dodged, plus bonus for that one he had actually managed to intercept with a lightning bolt of his own. Awesome! So far he just wanted to see what might happen to be at the end of this hostile locale, but it would be a massive plus if he could double his current count along the way.

Sideskipping another strike (complete with an amusing heel-tap whilst in midair) the former Court Mage thought he caught sight of something. It was near the beaten trail, where some buzzkill had gone and set up those lightning rods. Grinding to a halt, the clown stood upon the tips of his toes and placed one hand like a visor over his eyes, leaning forward comically to get a better view of whatever he might have seen. His brows rose when a flash of lightning revealed a man seated on what appeared to be a blanket. His attention was occupied by a second figure; details weren’t readily apparent, but from the length of the hair he assumed it was a woman. They were the first non-monsters he had seen out here. What sort of gentleman would Kefka be if he didn’t give them a little greeting?

A grin spread across his face, and the monstrous clown skipped off toward the newcomers.