[Action!]

[chaoticelement]

[Kefka can be seen stalking about town, with his usual garb discarded for a shock-and-awe drab gray fighter's gi, and the feather in his hair was gone, now his hair is pulled back into a tight martial artist's braid. He's sitting outside a bar currently, as if deep in meditation. He's got a sign sitting next to him saying "Bodyguard for hire."]

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[rideircc]

[And somewhere hidden from view, a deep Scottish voice begins to speak... in a dramatic voice over tone.]

One man, driven from the only life he had ever known, has chosen to abandoned it all.

[chaoticelement]

[WTF? That wasn't his spirit guide. Or his chi. ...Or whatever the hell talks to monks. So, he's going to open one eye and peer around a bit. Now he thinks he's going insane. Nice. Now the madman thinks he's losing it.]

[rideircc]

[Yet it continues!]

Haunted by voices he cannot control, a man puts his life on the line to do the only thing he knows how to do. Protect and serve.

[chaoticelement]

[Okay, that is just really creepy. But, as a monk, he must learn to block out all distractions. Even so, his eye opens very slightly once again. ...Only to get distracted by something shiny on the ground.]

[esper_flight]

[Nearby is some spectacularly bad flute playing. Terra doesn't seem to notice him or anyone else for now, involved in honing her talent...of which there is none.]

[chaoticelement]

[And, along with his new profession of monk/bodyguard comes music critic apparently. Though he keeps his eyes closed for now.]

Whoever is strangling that cat, it may behoove you to stop.

[esper_flight]

[Terra doesn't hear him yet, too involved in making that flute screech in new and horrible ways.]

[chaoticelement]

[Yea, he's gonna try the waters in the Ninja skillset, and throw a pebble at the source of the noise, but, as with his fail!Monk mastery, the pebble goes WIDE.]

[unseenspy]

[Jay approaches the "bodyguard for hire."]

A bodyguard for hire, hmm? This should be interesting.

[He might try hiring this bodyguard. At least he can take care of himself in case the bodyguard fails. If it goes wrong, Jay can teach him how to be a bodyguard...the hard way.]

[chaoticelement]

[Without opening an eye, he grunts a bit.]

Either hire me or move along. This isn't a flea market or some window shop.

[unseenspy]

Hmm...you know something? I think I will hire you.

[For the sole purpose of seeing you fail.]

So, how does this work? Do we need to find something to guard me from?

[chaoticelement]

First off, how do you intend to pay me?

[Lesson one in fail!Monk bodyguardness: demanding cash when cash does not exist.]

[gomugomunopwn]

There you are! If I didn't have paperwork to do, I'd kick your ass.

[His usual enthusiasm is gone it seems]

[chaoticelement]

And I'd kick yours, if I got paid for it.

[And his love for random indiscriminate violence seems to be replaced with a worship of the almighty gil.]

[james_morph]

[O.o]

[STAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAARE]

[chaoticelement]

[-_-]

[MEDITAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAATE.]

[james_morph]

[Well that's... weird. He walks over on silent foot-paws, crouching down in front of Kefka and staring at him in blatant curiosity]