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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OOC: Last post for Yazoo until I get poked so he's wndering in. So whenever you're ready poke me x33

[fragmented_sinx]

The empty space in which seemed like a delusion to him dispersed as he moved his gloved hands to touch the pod and then slowly shoved it open. It allowed him enough space to get up, and get out, but the remnant remained motionless for a moment. Yes, everything he was seeing was different than before. No more clouded minds, no more questions.

At least for now, he had nothing to ask, nothing to be asked about. The people he recalled briefly were the enemy, and Sephiroth, yes, the man in which seemingly created them all. He had two other brothers, and they were clearly in the same situation as he. At least he recovered some of his missing memories. The male laid there in the pod, the scent of decay rather visible to his nose as he slowly rose up. Tangles of silvery white mane fell down his face, covered his shoulders and his bangs, covered those liquid eyes.

For the second time since he had awoken from this pod, a sickening smirk plastered on his face just briefly, where no one would be able to see at the moment. He sat up, then braced himself for the rather dizzy sensation that got him. It had been a bit too long since he had laid himself down.

Yazoo slowly stood up and stepped out of the pod almost silently. Sephiroth’s presence was no longer in sight. He couldn’t see where the male went, but he could feel Sephiroth’s presence. He was somewhere nearby. At least he didn’t leave. There were certain he was going to confirm, especially with his mind slightly cleared. He grabbed the gun blade that was sitting at the side of the pod, wiping it carefully, he wondered how it had gotten here. He remembered holding onto to it.

Perhaps, he had discarded it briefly when he went in the pod. After all, one could only fit so much in that pod. He started to walk, wiping some of the sweat from his face and removing some of his silver hair that was plastering to his face and clothes. His steps made silent noises as he approached the pathway, in which he assumed would lead to Sephiroth. For now, he didn’t know how long he was going to venture in this place. He was very unaware of this abandoned mansion, though stepping out, he could smell even more decay of flesh, blood and raw flesh probably discarded from a battle.

It seemed rather unfortunate for those people, but he had no heart to care. If there were bodies lying around, he could barely see them in the dim light. No doubt if he walked any further he’d end up tripping ungracefully over the corpses. Not that he would care. He would get right up right after that. The male continued down the hall. The scent becoming stronger with each step. It made it a bit complicated to find Sephiroth, but he merely relied on their telepathic connection.

He said nothing to Sephiroth, since there was no need to announce his arrival. When he got there, the man would notice sure enough. Now, he was just trying to find his way around all this.