Application for Yazoo
A noise like that of a distant explosion echoes through the void, and with a brief, huge flash of ghostly white flame, almost like something gone nucleur, a figure dressed all in black is throw violently to the ground, body skidding a few feet before coming to rest.
After a moment a moment of absolute stillness, the newcomer moves, groans a little, and picks himself up - it is a he, despite the slender, lithe frame and almost waist-length, silk-fine silvery hair.
Mickey coughs theatrically. "'What is your name?'"
“Yazoo,” he answers, almost absently, still brushing himself off without looking up. A black gloved hand touchs a fine-boned face to check for injuries, of which there are, strangely, none. In fact, apart from a little painful stiffness to his movements and some obvious scuffing on his clothes, there’s no indication at all that he’s been through any kind of physical trauma.
"What is your quest?" asks the Cat. It's perched, suddenly, on the roof of one of the gate-stiles.
“To find Mother.” Yazoo states simply, as though this is perfectly obvious and an idiot could have worked it out. He turns one way, then the other, then finally looks up to reveal too-bright green eyes, slit-pupilled and reptilian, and currently only showing hints of vague curiousity. “Where’s Loz?”
"'What is the average w..?'" Mickey frowns down at the notebook. "You know, I don't really see why that's important." He flips a page. "'If you could be granted three wishes, what would they be?'"
“To find Mother.” He repeats, the first note of irritation edging the otherwise mild, nearly sing-song voice. “To find Loz. And perhaps to bring back Kadaj.”
"Or," the Cat says, examining its tail with interest, "if you were a genie and someone you were trying to give three wishes to was trying to trick you into giving him more, what would you say?"
Yazoo only stares at the feline with something akin to contempt.
Mickey looks rather nonplused at the next, but reads, "'When the revolution comes, what skills will you be able to barter for food?'"
“I can fight fairly well. I have perfect aim. Is that what you meant?” Yazoo shrugs, and smiles, faintly condescending, as though the Mouse has said something amusing. “I don’t barter. Why barter when you can steal?”
The Cat rolls its eyes in a friendly (and rather disconcertingly out-of-sync) way, and asks, "Milk, dark, or white chocolate?"
"'Choose the two coolest: robots, pirates, fairies, bears, ninjas, monkeys, vampires, or humans,'" says Mickey, giggling a bit as he goes through the list. "'Explain.'"
His head tilts to one side, silver bangs falling into his eyes. “What a lot of strange questions. Is this some kind of a prank?”
"Great!" Mickey flips through the blank pages of the notebook at top, cartoon-y speed. "Well, I think that's just about it! Oh, and I'm supposed to ask, 'for your safety: are you carrying anything sharp?'"
"No.” But as he shifts his weight, his hair sways out of the way, and the light catches on the pearly handle of a long-barreled gun holstered neatly at his hip.
((Yazoo, of Final Fantasy VII: Advent Children fame. Taken almost post-mortem, so he’s a little disorientated. And yes, I’m perfectly aware his little brother Kadaj is around here somewhere…we’ve been planning this for weeks, while him and Axel have been getting cozy >D))
After a moment a moment of absolute stillness, the newcomer moves, groans a little, and picks himself up - it is a he, despite the slender, lithe frame and almost waist-length, silk-fine silvery hair.
Mickey coughs theatrically. "'What is your name?'"
“Yazoo,” he answers, almost absently, still brushing himself off without looking up. A black gloved hand touchs a fine-boned face to check for injuries, of which there are, strangely, none. In fact, apart from a little painful stiffness to his movements and some obvious scuffing on his clothes, there’s no indication at all that he’s been through any kind of physical trauma.
"What is your quest?" asks the Cat. It's perched, suddenly, on the roof of one of the gate-stiles.
“To find Mother.” Yazoo states simply, as though this is perfectly obvious and an idiot could have worked it out. He turns one way, then the other, then finally looks up to reveal too-bright green eyes, slit-pupilled and reptilian, and currently only showing hints of vague curiousity. “Where’s Loz?”
"'What is the average w..?'" Mickey frowns down at the notebook. "You know, I don't really see why that's important." He flips a page. "'If you could be granted three wishes, what would they be?'"
“To find Mother.” He repeats, the first note of irritation edging the otherwise mild, nearly sing-song voice. “To find Loz. And perhaps to bring back Kadaj.”
"Or," the Cat says, examining its tail with interest, "if you were a genie and someone you were trying to give three wishes to was trying to trick you into giving him more, what would you say?"
Yazoo only stares at the feline with something akin to contempt.
Mickey looks rather nonplused at the next, but reads, "'When the revolution comes, what skills will you be able to barter for food?'"
“I can fight fairly well. I have perfect aim. Is that what you meant?” Yazoo shrugs, and smiles, faintly condescending, as though the Mouse has said something amusing. “I don’t barter. Why barter when you can steal?”
The Cat rolls its eyes in a friendly (and rather disconcertingly out-of-sync) way, and asks, "Milk, dark, or white chocolate?"
"'Choose the two coolest: robots, pirates, fairies, bears, ninjas, monkeys, vampires, or humans,'" says Mickey, giggling a bit as he goes through the list. "'Explain.'"
His head tilts to one side, silver bangs falling into his eyes. “What a lot of strange questions. Is this some kind of a prank?”
"Great!" Mickey flips through the blank pages of the notebook at top, cartoon-y speed. "Well, I think that's just about it! Oh, and I'm supposed to ask, 'for your safety: are you carrying anything sharp?'"
"No.” But as he shifts his weight, his hair sways out of the way, and the light catches on the pearly handle of a long-barreled gun holstered neatly at his hip.
((Yazoo, of Final Fantasy VII: Advent Children fame. Taken almost post-mortem, so he’s a little disorientated. And yes, I’m perfectly aware his little brother Kadaj is around here somewhere…we’ve been planning this for weeks, while him and Axel have been getting cozy >D))