AUTHOR´S NOTE:
FFVI Characters are an exclusive creation of Square-Enix (Squaresoft) and respective collaborators
Rated K+ (In general)
FanFic FFVI (ONESHOT) Toy Soldier
* Kefka Palazzo VII *
Only Palazzo could feel pride in the use of makeup, once looking even attractive as an opera actor before it became too much along with the rest of the elements that defined his appearance but as the protocol dictated it had to be removed. The clothes used on the outside would be the following, being changed by sterilized garments, possessing the usual color white. The same for jewelry, coins or any object from the outside.
Entering in the small space inside the room, in front of the sink, the blond soldier proceeded to get rid of all the cosmetic covering the skin of his face using the rough material he had available. Soaked in the icy water, at each touch, his whole body shuddered, closing his eyes and gathering a patience increasingly limited until no trace of blusher on cheeks or the thin white layer all around applied. Wrinkling his forehead a bit, his eyes fixed on the tear-shaped earring he could distinguish in his reflected self the mirror showed, his fingers struggled to get it out. Worried about losing them, Kefka would place them inside a tiny leather bag with some of the rings that adorned his elongated fingers, being the object placed after the set of greenish clothes on the specific container marked with his name. Devoid of his usual clothes, the freshness of the environment generally became more intense which was both a relief and a curse covered by the slight pieces of clothing provided.
Sitting in one of the seats on the other side of the room, Kefka just had to wait to be called. Blue irises fixed in the contemplation of the dim light coming from a central lightbulb, finding himself facing his own thoughts as his mind was slowly filling with them. Nails digging the pale skin from his palms squeezing his curved fingers forward. Still in the least illuminated area, the strong color of the blood would seem alluring as soon as he stopped tightening them.
The dull noise after being opened the heavy door from the other side was enough for the blond soldier to look at what was in front, fingers ceasing to press against the skin and began to separate from his palms. A little smile formed on his face curving weakly his lips as the assistant approached. The color of their outfit distinguishable at any distance and the sound of the sole of their boots funny.
"Please come with me." It was all the person said, young judging from the ring of their voice.
Kefka nodded energetic and practically from a jump he got up, eager to leave the anteroom.
Cid, scientist at the head of the experiment and creator of the magic drainage process was the main individual in receiving him.
"Ah Kefka, Welcome back." The words came out of his lips, the upper one almost hidden under his thick mustache while his gloved hand shook against Kefka´s own, the smile widened in recognition and the soldier nodded. Still clinging to a trust he had in the red-haired man. "How have you felt these days? All good? or has there been something out of the ordinary?" And he was tackled the next instant by several questions by the scientist, each of them more compromising than the previous. heading towards the middle of the room. Even possessing test results made after the previous session, asking was part of his duty, having barely passed a few weeks.
"Nothing the tests don´t already indicate..." It was all Kefka could think to answer, shrugging. It used to reassure the scientist whose responsibility depended on making a good choice of the material from each specimen extracted to be supplied. Cid had the conviction that this esper could be useful for subsequent infusions.
Without needing the hand that a nurse offered, the blond young man placed himself on the stretcher, smooth surface covered by a simple cloth. The young assistant indicated him with a hand to remove the top of his clothes before he lay back, resting his back against the backrest. Without replying, Kefka obeyed, revealing his pale torso. Under the supervision of Cid the tubes would be put using fine needles to penetrate the skin, each one designed to fill with the fluid a specific part of the interior of Kefka´s body.
Of course not until the sedative was traveling the same flow of blood. Tapping the needle, the man himself was in charge of supplying it holding the soldier's right and stretched arm with the other hand. His body tensed involuntarily when the prick was felt, loosening up followed by a feeling of numbness after. His half-closed eyes were only opened when introducing the other needles, feeling the heaviness produced by the drug.
If it were not for the fixed tubes, as the magic began to mix with the calming substance, Kefka would have sworn he was able to leave his material body right there...
MARYXULA
Some exploration of how Kefka´s Magitek infusions were... Of course more Fiction than Science but I´m doing my best having in mind we don´t have a clear method, just the mention in canon... n_nU
For this I go with the longer option I thought, having doses of every esper´s extracted magic divided and infused in a space of time of weeks or months depending Kefka´s results after every dose, then leaving some time for observation and recovery and back to start with the next esper so Kefka´s insanity didn´t come so abruply... The makeup used is kind of subtle or at least that is what I had in mind here.