In the meantime, here's an excerpt from The Greatest Story Ever Told, adapted by yours truly.
Flanked by his personal guard, Kefka stomped through the desert approaching Figaro Castle. As usual, he was not in good humour.
“Phooey!” he grumbled. “Emperor Gestahl's stupid orders!”
He gave a mad little hop and shouted at the sky. “Edgar, you pinhead!” he roared. “Why do you have to live in the middle of nowhere? These recon jobs are the pits!”
The two soldiers escorting him tried not to look at each other. They just had to wait until Kefka played this out. Kefka noticed them gawking at him and was immediately annoyed by it.
“Ahem,” he said. “There's SAND on my boots!” The soldiers snapped into action, each furiously wiping the sand from Kefka's flashy red boots.
“Yes, Sir!” they cried in unison. “All set, Sir!” They both smartly saluted, hoping they hadn't somehow incurred Kefka's wrath. He was well-known for his mood swings and seemingly random punishments.
Instead Kefka laughed his disturbing and horrible laugh. He didn't even sound human when he did it.
“Idiots!” he barked. Then he turned and strode up to Figaro's front doors.
“Sir Kefka!?” Blurted the guard there, trying to buy some time for Edgar. “What on earth do-”
“Outta my way!” growled Kefka and he simply shoved the man aside and went through the door, his own soldiers following.
Edgar met him in the courtyard. “I thought we were allies,” he said to one of Kefka's guards, trying his best to avoid Kefka for the moment. “What are you doing in my domain?”
The soldier just grinned at him. He enjoyed this part of the job at least.
“You've been busy down south,” quipped Edgar. “Looking for more cities to destroy?”
“That's for us to know!” smirked the trooper. Edgar glowered and finally addressed Kefka, hoping that making him wait had annoyed him. He put on his best sarcastic voice.
“What brings Kefka, humble servant of Emperor Gestahl, into our lowly presence?” he asked. He tried to read Kefka's expression but the man was so crazy it was nearly impossible.
“A girl of no importance recently escaped from us,” answered Kefka, trying to sound gruff and nonchalant. “We heard she found refuge here.”
Edgar turned and took a few deliberate steps away from Kefka, putting on a show that he was really thinking hard.
“Hmm,” he said. “This wouldn't have anything to do with this 'witch' everyone's been whispering about, would it?”
“Lies!” barked Kefka. “She...merely stole something of minor value. Is she here?”
Edgar smiled to himself. Kefka really was a lousy liar. “That's a tough one!” he said brightly. “You see, there are more girls here than grains of sand out there. I can't keep track of 'em all!”
Kefka gave his own smile. It was quite different from Edgar's. “I'd hate to be you if we find out you're lying,” he said. “Mwa, ha!”
He turned away and went back to the door. Then he stopped.
“I truly hope nothing happens to your precious Figaro!” he said darkly. Then he turned again and he and his soldiers left.
Locke had watched the entire exchange from the main hall's door.
“I'd say that guy's missing a few buttons,” he said when Edgar approached him. Inwardly Edgar agreed but said: “Where's Terra?”
See you next time. (Next time being soon).
