[INCOMPLETE]
Who: Loz, Yazoo.
When: sometime today?
Where: all around Purgatorium.
Rating: PGish; subject to change.
Warnings: none, atm.
Summary: During all the chaos, Yazoo and Loz go look for Jenova, because she's... well, she's in her right mind, which is exactly why they're worried.
It wasn't that Jenova was acting horribly, or that she was doing terrible things that'd Loz and Yazoo would need to defend her for... No. It wasn't that. It wasn't why they were looking for her. Why they were out and about, searching every crevice of the city, brushing past the people in the streets, untouched by time, filtered with flaws.
It's just that she really wasn't herself, at all. Besides that, the fact that she had succumbed to the gods and their games was a little more than irritating to Loz, himself. He was generally rather protective of her, as was Yazoo, and anyone who tried to interfere with her usually had to answer to the both of them. Because she was their mother, wasn't she? Their mother -- not a parasite, and she was perfect, above everything, above all, and no god had any right to touch her in any way whatsoever.
But, ah, it didn't much matter -- not after a certain point, not after she had already been changed. Now, all the two of them had to do was find her, keep her safe, keep her out of harm's way, and away from anyone who may have possibly held any interest in capturing her. Loz was well aware that that was still a bit of a threat, that she could be taken away, and he wasn't too keen on the idea of fighting to get her back. Of course, if it came down to that, he always would, without hesitation.
That's what he did best, after all.
Around them, the air hung heavy, cold, shifting around them with every step they took. The sound of their feet, of snow crunching beneath hefty boots, echoed into the frozen air, into the cavity of every wall, into their ears, until it was the only thing Loz was able to hear. They had been walking for what seemed like hours in relative silence, saying nothing at all, moving through the darkened streets of Purgatorium with a broken down grace that few in the city were able to match (aside from Kadaj, of course). Cold, and it might have bothered Loz more if he hadn't been so damn used to it, but... well. It didn't matter, did it.
Gloved fingers reached out, then, latching about his brother's wrist to pull him closer, to draw him to a stop.
"Maybe we should stop," he said carefully, after a brief moment of silence. Those same fingers reached up, brushed absently along Yazoo's cheek to rid it of a fallen flake of snow that had found its home upon warm skin. Both hands dropped back down to his side, pressing hard into the rough leather of his clothing. "She'll be safe. With Zack, I mean. She'll be fine."
When: sometime today?
Where: all around Purgatorium.
Rating: PGish; subject to change.
Warnings: none, atm.
Summary: During all the chaos, Yazoo and Loz go look for Jenova, because she's... well, she's in her right mind, which is exactly why they're worried.
It wasn't that Jenova was acting horribly, or that she was doing terrible things that'd Loz and Yazoo would need to defend her for... No. It wasn't that. It wasn't why they were looking for her. Why they were out and about, searching every crevice of the city, brushing past the people in the streets, untouched by time, filtered with flaws.
It's just that she really wasn't herself, at all. Besides that, the fact that she had succumbed to the gods and their games was a little more than irritating to Loz, himself. He was generally rather protective of her, as was Yazoo, and anyone who tried to interfere with her usually had to answer to the both of them. Because she was their mother, wasn't she? Their mother -- not a parasite, and she was perfect, above everything, above all, and no god had any right to touch her in any way whatsoever.
But, ah, it didn't much matter -- not after a certain point, not after she had already been changed. Now, all the two of them had to do was find her, keep her safe, keep her out of harm's way, and away from anyone who may have possibly held any interest in capturing her. Loz was well aware that that was still a bit of a threat, that she could be taken away, and he wasn't too keen on the idea of fighting to get her back. Of course, if it came down to that, he always would, without hesitation.
That's what he did best, after all.
Around them, the air hung heavy, cold, shifting around them with every step they took. The sound of their feet, of snow crunching beneath hefty boots, echoed into the frozen air, into the cavity of every wall, into their ears, until it was the only thing Loz was able to hear. They had been walking for what seemed like hours in relative silence, saying nothing at all, moving through the darkened streets of Purgatorium with a broken down grace that few in the city were able to match (aside from Kadaj, of course). Cold, and it might have bothered Loz more if he hadn't been so damn used to it, but... well. It didn't matter, did it.
Gloved fingers reached out, then, latching about his brother's wrist to pull him closer, to draw him to a stop.
"Maybe we should stop," he said carefully, after a brief moment of silence. Those same fingers reached up, brushed absently along Yazoo's cheek to rid it of a fallen flake of snow that had found its home upon warm skin. Both hands dropped back down to his side, pressing hard into the rough leather of his clothing. "She'll be safe. With Zack, I mean. She'll be fine."