Quinze

[le_vindicatif]

[  Too bad the Count's voice can't  be recorded. His radio is promptly ignored, and the man himself is standing outside with nothing but a pistol, seeming rather grounded considering the horrible weather. ]

I will not be wrongfully imprisoned a second time.

Come, you pitiful men who hide behind the pretense of justice! I will show you a man who has

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[stained_wing]

[Leaping along the rooftops, she notices him down below and decides to pay a visit. The glowing forehead is of particular interest!]

[le_vindicatif]

[Points the pistol in the direction of the sound, before recognizing her and lowering the weapon.]

...

[stained_wing]

It's about time these people learned a lesson, don't you think?

[le_vindicatif]

[A voice other than the Count's answers.]

Je leur montrerai la douleur vraie.

[chaoticelement]

[Kefka grins as he appears seemingly out of nowhere, inspecting the Count.]

Oooh, I like your style, friend. And the forehead thing is downright terrifying I'm sure. [Cue slight cackle] Tell me, what do you plan on doing now that there's a city looking to arrest you?

[le_vindicatif]

[For a reply, have some gunfire in Kefka's direction. About two shots will do.]

...

[chaoticelement]

[Kefka laughs as a wall of ice materializes as the gunshots are fired]

Feisty, this one. I like that. But regardless, you have yet to answer my question, that is if you even have a plan, other than shooting random strangers or the like.

[le_vindicatif]

[Lowers his gun with bitter laughter.]

Killing dogs requires no plan. I shall not bless them with the privelage of a poetic death.

Begone, or I shall consider an obstruction to my vindication.

[ooc: sorry, typos can die in a fire B| ]