Who: Jenova, Yazoo, and Kadaj (anyone else?) When: After Jenova’s first post Location: Somewhere near Midgar Rating: PG for now Summary: Yazoo seeks out Mother after asking where she was.
And so another came on the heels of Yazoo. This pleased her emensely, that the little children would come running to her with only so simple of prompting on her part. It was as it should have been, and she knew now that it would only take some effort on her part to gather up the wayward flock of unwilling sheep. That could wait though, not with loyal familiar children before her.
"You honour me with such words," she said silkily. "From now on, we can be a family. It is as the stars have foretold." This would be the elements that would lead to her victory over the filth of this planet. There were only a few more elements to collect to drive things further towards her own end.
Her mismatched eyes shifted to regard Kadaj as the youngest looking ran towards them, and her lips quirked upwards subtly. She didn't like that they did not appear to recognize each other, but that could be corrected as well. It was clearly the oddity of the Lifestream that had caused such a situation, what with the remnants and Sephiroth existing at once.
"Cruel Kadaj," Jenova said softly. "You came as promised." She fell into a crouch and peered at the groveling young man, trying to decide what to make of the gesture. It surely meant something to humans. "Stand, my child. Stand and let me get a good look at you both."
This was too perfect. Had the remnant been asked on how things could be better, he would be left without any answer. He was ecstatic, excited, and he felt like jumping around to show his enthusiasm. He refrained.
He felt safe.
He kept his head bowed, silver hair masking the petal pink curve of his lips. His eyes journeyed up at hers upon being addressed, and he stood at her command, the devotion, the blind joy still unhidden on his face. "I'll always go where you say, Mother." He was a good son... Right?
There was no interest in the alien surroundings, nor anything else but the perfect person standing in front of him. She was perfect. He had no idea what his Mother would look like, but this exceeded any of his dreams.
With the smile and open look still on his face, he went quiet, and waited.
Mother's words were indeed what he had expected of her. He expected no less. The woman that claimed to be 'Mother' was definitely believable to him. It felt right, that was all. When her words were uttered once more to look at them over, he wondered why? Though, he still stayed the same, in his stationary position staring at Mother and the other silver haired man that came along. Her words seemed very pleased. HE was glad that she was pleased, regardless.
Yes, his memory was unclear, there seemed to be something that he was forgetting, but the male knew nothing of that. Only that his mind was utterly blank to her words about things he had done in the past.He remained watching her speak, with her words, so soothing.
Jenova crossed her arms loosely over her chest as she looked between the two child that had come to her. She knew well what they were and how they had come to be, but it was still a strange anomaly even to her as to how they could exist at the same time as Sephiroth. It appeared that their minds were clouded as well, memory either snatched away or hidden within them. What sort of foolhardy trickary was this?
The planet. It was always this miserable planet to blame for such things. It simply could not accept that the Ancients had sealed the fate of this miserable rock. She would make it understand.
Slowly, Jenova smiled warmly to the two young sons standing in front of her, her hair shimmering as tendrils lifted to caress both Kadaj's and Yazoo's face without having to step closer. "Perfect," she murmured softly. "You both are perfect... my children."
She needed to assess them though. "Tell me of what you remember and know of the last few years, if anything. A mother's heart aches to know of what her children have done in her absence." She smiled encouragingly to them.
"You honour me with such words," she said silkily. "From now on, we can be a family. It is as the stars have foretold." This would be the elements that would lead to her victory over the filth of this planet. There were only a few more elements to collect to drive things further towards her own end.
Her mismatched eyes shifted to regard Kadaj as the youngest looking ran towards them, and her lips quirked upwards subtly. She didn't like that they did not appear to recognize each other, but that could be corrected as well. It was clearly the oddity of the Lifestream that had caused such a situation, what with the remnants and Sephiroth existing at once.
"Cruel Kadaj," Jenova said softly. "You came as promised." She fell into a crouch and peered at the groveling young man, trying to decide what to make of the gesture. It surely meant something to humans. "Stand, my child. Stand and let me get a good look at you both."
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He felt safe.
He kept his head bowed, silver hair masking the petal pink curve of his lips. His eyes journeyed up at hers upon being addressed, and he stood at her command, the devotion, the blind joy still unhidden on his face. "I'll always go where you say, Mother." He was a good son... Right?
There was no interest in the alien surroundings, nor anything else but the perfect person standing in front of him. She was perfect. He had no idea what his Mother would look like, but this exceeded any of his dreams.
With the smile and open look still on his face, he went quiet, and waited.
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Yes, his memory was unclear, there seemed to be something that he was forgetting, but the male knew nothing of that. Only that his mind was utterly blank to her words about things he had done in the past.He remained watching her speak, with her words, so soothing.
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The planet. It was always this miserable planet to blame for such things. It simply could not accept that the Ancients had sealed the fate of this miserable rock. She would make it understand.
Slowly, Jenova smiled warmly to the two young sons standing in front of her, her hair shimmering as tendrils lifted to caress both Kadaj's and Yazoo's face without having to step closer. "Perfect," she murmured softly. "You both are perfect... my children."
She needed to assess them though. "Tell me of what you remember and know of the last few years, if anything. A mother's heart aches to know of what her children have done in her absence." She smiled encouragingly to them.
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