A deadly little game of Marco-Polo

[puisne_turk]

Who: Elena | Sephiroth | Remnants (?)
When: Day 60 - afternoon
Location: Shinra Manor, Nibelheim
Rating: PG-13 / R (depending on the level of gore)
Summary: Elena finally makes it to Nibelheim and her first stop in her search is Shinra Manor.

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[fragmented_sinx]

He was left in a state of unconsciousness through the mechanism that harbored his being, this strange pod that was guaranteed almost fully to restore his memories. His only small problem was, he didn’t know how much or where it would begin. The silver haired remnant remained motionless in the pod for a very long time, was all he could recall. Seemingly something had woken him up like a jolt of pain from someone, or something that caused him to open those liquid green eyes. The silent slumber that he was in was no longer there, but there was something else that he gained. Something much more value from the short time he had been drifting in slumber.

Memories. They were clear now. A lot clearer than before, his eyes held no confusion or ignorance, only knowledge of what his purpose was, and where he came from. His birth. Those people in suits, the ones that he recalled, they were enemies, and must be eliminated. The blond haired girl. Her distaste and hatred towards him was clear. A small smirk plastered his cold thin lips as he was aware of all the questions he had been asking himself from day one. Though, there were large chunks of things that he did realize were still missing, and attempting to regain them, made his head spin. He didn’t move yet, from the pod, that he laid in, only shifted slightly, to show he was still alive. His vision saw nothing but darkness for the time being.

Yazoo would have to get out, eventually, but he decided not yet. His mind was a mixture of many puzzle pieces, each a memory in which he recalled, but what order it was in, seemed to be a bit difficult. After a few moments of processing, he realized, only the first chunk of memory was there. His eyes slowly narrowed, but he was certain some was better than none. The remnant and Sephiroth didn’t know how much would recover from the usage of this pod, but it was a lot more than he needed for now. The memories will come. As long as he had the mere basic part of it, it shouldn’t be too complicated. A gloved hand reached up to touch the pod, before slowly pushing his weight on it, hoping to make it open. He needed to get out now. The noise outside and that sudden jolt that awoken him from his slumber was coming from someone, most likely Sephiroth.

OOC: hopefully that's fine x.x >> sorry if it sucks