Are You My Mother? [Active]
Character(s): Kadaj/Daath & Jenova
Content: Kadaj searches for his mother...
Setting: Paixao Central Station.
Time: Monday2 evening, after the interaction in the message boards here.
Warnings: I apologize for the title. Really. >>
Kadaj kept his hood up as he made his way towards the center of Paixao, eyes searching among the blonde-haired, blue-eyed citizens for one person in particular-Jenova. She would be here, somewhere, he just had to find her. He felt a little foolish suddenly-how was he supposed to know it was her, anyway, if he had no recollection of what she looked like?
He paused for a moment and let his gaze sweep the area, uncertain now. She would probably look like him… silver hair and green eyes, something like that. Right? Or possibly there would be other identifying marks…. He growled softly under his breath and started moving again, stalking through the crowds and growing more and more frustrated at the amount of people who didn’t match what he thought his mother would be. There had to be something about her… something that would grab his attention, like the things that the President had said made him do a double-take. Something…
He moved quickly, covering as much ground as possible. It didn’t seem likely that he would be spotted; it was dark now, and a lot of people were in a hurry to board the train or go to their homes, so he should be all right… still, it was best to be wary.
He just hoped he would find her soon.
Content: Kadaj searches for his mother...
Setting: Paixao Central Station.
Time: Monday2 evening, after the interaction in the message boards here.
Warnings: I apologize for the title. Really. >>
Kadaj kept his hood up as he made his way towards the center of Paixao, eyes searching among the blonde-haired, blue-eyed citizens for one person in particular-Jenova. She would be here, somewhere, he just had to find her. He felt a little foolish suddenly-how was he supposed to know it was her, anyway, if he had no recollection of what she looked like?
He paused for a moment and let his gaze sweep the area, uncertain now. She would probably look like him… silver hair and green eyes, something like that. Right? Or possibly there would be other identifying marks…. He growled softly under his breath and started moving again, stalking through the crowds and growing more and more frustrated at the amount of people who didn’t match what he thought his mother would be. There had to be something about her… something that would grab his attention, like the things that the President had said made him do a double-take. Something…
He moved quickly, covering as much ground as possible. It didn’t seem likely that he would be spotted; it was dark now, and a lot of people were in a hurry to board the train or go to their homes, so he should be all right… still, it was best to be wary.
He just hoped he would find her soon.