Subj:	 [ffml] [MW] The Price of Ruling
Date:	00-03-22 14:41:47 EST
From:	darklord@compusmart.ab.ca (His Dark Lordship)
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To:	ffml@onelist.com (ffml)

From: His Dark Lordship 

Cyan and GoGo sat at the empty council chamber.

THey had established a new one in South Figaro. Supposedly king Sabin II was
going to arrive and discuss the next set of action against Mog. However, he
was several days late and Cyan was starting to worry.

The room was silent. GoGo was meditating on some sort of issue, and Cyan was
left with his demons.

He sighed. The room was silent.

At least, it was to everyone else.

Cyan himself was surrounded by many, many faces. Each screaming their own
profanities, but each coming through crystal clear.

Cyan dug his nails into the chair.

"You killed me! You left me to die under the Moogles!"

"My son... what have you let happen to my son!?!"

"What? You expected us to lay down our lives so you and your prissy favorite
people could escape, while we were occupied?"

"No...." stammered Cyan.

GoGo opened his eyes and looked at the old king.

"I... I tried to save as many as I could!" yelled Cyan out loud. He stood up
and threw his chair across the room. "Make the horrific voices cease!"

"What the fuck?" grumbled GoGo.

Cyan stared at GoGo, coldly.

"They... they have to endure Mog's rule... whilst I live here in exile..
WHY!?!" he yelled.

"Because you fucking took off."

Cyan learned on the council chamber. His eyes stared at GoGo, bloodshot,
almost possessed.

"I am a King. Mine people need me!" he roared. "Organize the troops. We art
retaking Doma!"

At this, GoGo jumped up.

"Listen, Motherfucker, and fucking listen good. You're a fucking better
asset alive than dead, getting your fucking rotting white ass violated by
some stuck up fucking Moogle. Your motherfucking people will fucking
endure, and when we rebuild our army of mean fucks, we'll go and raise some
motherfucking shit and knock Mog's motherfucking fudgepacker regime to the
motherfucking curb, but until then, Motherfucker, you keep your
motherfucking head, because marching off to motherfucking La-la land isn't
gonna do shit, except cost us the motherfucking war."

Cyan stared blankly. He shook his head.

"I... I don't know what had come over me. I... I just... I'm a king."

"And shameful it is that a king would flee, leaving his people behind." said
a raspy, diabolic voice from behind them.

Cyan and GoGo whirled about. Kefka stood there.

"Hello." he said with a chuckle.

"Motherfucker." said GoGo.

"Ah, long time, no see, oh clothborne." chuckled Kefka.

"I... I know ye. Somehow... from somewhere."

"Perhaps our grandfathers knew each other." commented Kefka. "ANyway, I
understand your military needs some tweaking."

"We don't need your motherfucking help." grumbled GoGo.

"Easy, Brother." sighed Cyan. "How wouldst thou be able to aide us?"

"As you know, I restarted the Magitek research in Vector."

Cyan nodded. GoGo muttered something under his breath.

"And I am willing to install one here, under you. This will likely give you
a fighting chance against Mog."

Cyan nodded.

"And I understand you have been given control over this region until Doma is
reclaimed."

"Aye."

"Well then, that's my offer." said Kefka.

Cyan nodded.

"Well, Sir Kefka, I am willing to accept this-"

"MOTHERFUCKER!" yelled GoGo.

"But what is thine own gain from this?"

Kefka smiled.

"Obviously, money is one. Also, through this I can get about instituting
greater projects."

"Such as?"

Kefka smiled.

"That isn't important right now."

Cyan nodded.

"Very well, Sir Kefka. You may-"

"MOTHERFUCKER!"

"Begin construction immediately."

Kefka nodded.

"Thank you, Lord Cyan."

And Kefka, strolled out.

"Motherfucking..." grumbled GoGo. "Do you even realize who that is?"

"I realize that he is going to give us the weapons we need." said Cyan.

GoGo swore again and stormed out.

Cyan sighed. He was left alone, with his Demons again.

* * * * * *

The room was relatively trashed when the soldier came in. Cyan was sitting
in his chair, oblivious to the scars his katana had made upon the wall, or
the snapped Katana that lay across the table.

"Ah... Lord?" asked the Soldier.

"Speak." said Cyan, gravely.

"There is a group of freebooters here, saying they have a message for you."

"Send them in."

Drugga and Madd Dawg Sephy strolled in.

"'ey! Woz up?"

"Nothing. Thine message?"

"Ah, yeah..." started Madd Dawg Sephy. "We have met Miss Ladice in Vector,
and she told use to inform you that she is well. She said she will be able
to filter inside information to you from there."

Cyan's eyes brightened up.

"Truely?"

The ragtag pair nodded.

"THank ye."

Cyan quickly pulled out a sheet of paper and scribbled something down.

"For this, I present ye a Doman letter of Marque."

"Su-weetz."

And the pair left.

Cyan looked out the window, a slight grin across his face. This had been the
first set of good news in a long time.

-- 
The eternal lord of darkness...

"And if our dreams sometimes come true, then what of our nightmares?"


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