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Who: Jenova and [ open to: Kadaj, Loz, Yazoo and anyone that wanted to get their shit messed up ]
When: Midnight.
Where: Undisclosed location in the woods.
Rating: TBA.
Warnings: Violence, murder, and bloodshed to be sure.
Summary: Jenova’s feeling reasonably rejuvenated and she’s got a serious bone to pick with a certain someone, but she’s ( Read more... )
Not enough to explain why his very veins had felt as if they had been on fire for the past few hours. Kadaj had managed to guess what it may have been. Why he had found himself pacing in places he hardly frequented before, leaving monsters halfway on the brink of death rather than finishing them off like he normally did. For one thing he was bored. For another, he was anxious. He knew Mother had something in mind, and the fact that he knew was enough to make him almost twitch with hyper excitement. He hadn't prodded her about it since never would he wish to make her unhappy, even in the smallest ways. But he had been on edge, just waiting to feel her beckon. So, once he had been alerted, Kadaj had rushed off without hesitation, into the forest from where he could sense her. With a connection like this, maybe the eldest's failure had been worth it. He would go through the Omnislash a thousand more times, if it meant retaining this.
Entering the forest, he allowed himself to be concealed, leather helping him blend in amongst the shadows. Never stopping once, Kadaj moved fleetingly past the trees, the thrill, the very real need to reach her nearly tuning out all of his other senses. He came to an abrupt stop, not registering her appearance at first--only comprehending that it was her. As soon as he did notice, his eyes widened and his mouth opened, in an almost comical fashion, much to his embarrassment.
It was then he quickly knelt down, trying to distract them both from his error while attempting to ignore the revulsion he felt at seeing his form here in place of Mother's. He knew that shouldn't have mattered; it wasn't really him, it was Mother. The remnant had to compliment her flawless sense of humor. If the newest traitor were to ever return, his chances of befriending any of those scum again would be hopeless. After this night, he would be labeled an enemy.
Of course, he wouldn't be free of any reactions either. Yet unlike Sephiroth, for him it wouldn't matter. He wanted to be hated, he wanted a reason to prolong his slaughtering spree. And anyone who got in his way would swiftly be dealt with. Dark lashes briefly flickered his own eyes that mirrored his deity's current ones, as he took the moment to inhale the scent of leather. So much like his own... Even if this was only an illusion, never had Kadaj come face to face with the one he had been willed to be from. He had seen him in his head often enough for him to quickly tire of it, and then there had been his disappearance. Never though, had he actually been physically next to Mother's ex-favorite, mirage or no. Kadaj searched, sifting through all of the overpowering emotions, trying to find what made her Mother.
It wasn't hard at all. Sephiroth himself had been sickeningly...wimpy. Mother, on the other hand, radiated power, no matter what form she chose. Intimidating even, yet that was only willingly admitted in her case. It was a shame, that such good attributes had been wasted on a bad son. Almost soon as they had developed, any discontent washed away. Slowly, he rose to his feet, eyes opening to reveal what could only be utter adoration.
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No, he couldn't ignore it. Out came the double blades, surface well-polished as ever. He took good care of his weapon, if no other material possession. His eyes were still locked onto Mother's chosen figure, head tilted up the slightest bit for a better view. His gaze never strayed, not to his sword, even as he heard the approaching footsteps of someone else. Meaningless, of course. The way they walked was much too dainty to be one of his brothers. Still, he supposed upon recognizing the voice. This little twit had managed to deceive him before in his weakest moment. Why not have a little fun, and do the same to her? The remnant had a good idea of what path her thoughts lead to.
"May I kill her?" He asked, stepping out of the shadows to become more visible, his tone a smug sort of eagerness at the opportunity. He hadn't addressed Mother again by her title, hoping to keep up the game, but his tone hadn't lost any respect.
And still, he didn't bother to give his first target one second glance.
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His skin felt as comfortable as it ever did, as if she truly did belong there, and she relished this one familiarity ... this particular series of deja vu, despite what it represented. After all, the first time she assumed this form hadn't exactly been by choice. It was his wish that she become him, and she wreaked sweet havoc in his name while he sought to claim the Planet in hers. She had no qualms, then. He'd simply set her loose to do what she did best. She was free to roam, free to slaughter, yet not so free in the grander sense of the word. She belonged to him in almost the same way that he belonged to her and perhaps there was something a bit disturbing about that.
At least this time ... the decision had been hers.
... And it would seem the youngest was on the move, very quickly at that. Jenova was unsurprised by this. In fact, Kadaj was becoming rather dependable in that way. Then there was Loz-and Yazoo had recently returned, too. Chances were high that they would be connected in due time, but she happened to know Kadaj inside and out, was aware of certain discrepancies that would undoubtedly occur as a result of his own childlike innocence. She knew what he was afraid of... and surely he knew that she knew. He hid nothing from her, and he couldn’t if he tried, but appealingly, he did not. On the contrary, Kadaj was impeccably exposed, ready to heed her every beck and call.
Good … This was how things should be.
When he approached, she marked his reaction to her current form with some amusement. It was that sort of childish innocence, precisely. She could see everything from the moment he fell to his knees; the conflict; the adoration; the distaste; the admiration; the intimidation; and ultimately, the satisfaction. With the gleeful exclamation of her name, she rose an index finger, dressed in leather, to her lips, puckering that pilfered mouth in a manner of sensual silencing. Impulsive as he was, Kadaj wasn’t a complete fool, and he was quick enough to know this game, knew well enough not to speak her name, for the simple fact was that tonight, she was not herself. Tonight, she was her original shining star.
Tonight … Sephiroth was her name-and he had nothing but ill intent.
His finger fell from his lips, giving way to an exquisite smirk when he heard the footsteps in the near distance. ‘Sephiroth’ turned his head slowly in the direction of the accusatory female voice, and the authenticity of that charmed twinkle in his eye was striking, if not beautifully frightening. “Ah … well, if it isn’t my favorite thorn.”
The Ancient. … A pain. This girl had been nothing more than a pain, as was true of her entire wretched race. He had killed her once … rather she had killed her once, and it had been the single, most delicious thing she had tasted since before her imprisonment. To murder the last of that Cetran filth had been a pleasure, but this girl was more of a nuisance in the land of the dead than she ever could have been in the world of the living. It was she that had foiled a rather immaculate design-twice, who had coaxed Kadaj willingly into the Lifestream under a false pretext, and ‘Sephiroth’ could feel Kadaj brimming with the energy of his emotion. Oh … he certainly knew, didn’t he?
Good.
Jenova had little to prove here. They had already played this game. It was Kadaj that was still wanting, and he deserved this moment, which she readily surrendered with a single all-consuming thought of inflicting pain on someone she had missed tormenting. He shifted forward a step, Masamune’s tip imposingly pointed toward her despite his lax grip. “Not this one,” he answered smooth and unmoved, “This one … is better off gift-wrapped. I can think of at least one person who might deeply appreciate the sentiment.”
He lifted his blade suddenly then, pointing toward the girl’s shoulder with a mask of muted delight, the very same shoulder that Sephiroth seemed to favor on his nemesis. “There.” Thin eyebrows rose excitedly with the word, the gleam in his eye seemingly brightening. If anything, it would send a very clear message their loving hero.
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The idea... She had always been there, Kadaj wondered why he hadn't thought of it before. It was perfect in its deranged, cruel simplicity. After all, he knew enough to know that Brother hurt most when it was the ones he cared for getting hurt. Brother... The traitor. Kadaj despised him. It was fitting that he would befriend someone as deceiving as the nymph who wandered into the hornet's nest. Why had he done what he did? Even now, the fact that they had been betrayed still made him tick at the worst of times. He would be reassured by telling himself that it was Brother's own fault. No one else's. The fact that he couldn't comprehend Mother's superiority made him a failure of a son.
Now though, now he could finally get his revenge. A smirk tugged at his lips, his own eyes reflecting the same delight Mother felt. Pupils thinned to slits as his emotions swirled, a mix of his own eagerness for vengeance and her desires to destroy. It was almost as if he were in a trance...but how could it not be? It was so enthralling, and better yet he had been chosen to do this. She trusted him! Kadaj felt so honored, that it took all his self-control not to announce her name in the bliss. He couldn't, not when he had a job to do.
"I think...he would appreciate that a lot!" He paused, allowing his eyes to linger over the brunette and unable to conceal the intense disgust he felt for her existence. "Who knows, maybe after this, he'll learn to take us more seriously." Better yet, maybe this self-righteous, lying filth would learn to shut up. Enough thinking. He didn't want her running away. It was time to lose himself and just fully enjoy the moment.
Unlike usual, no sound was heard as he swept the blades up, curving them down in one fluid motion meant to pierce the bullseye. This wouldn't kill her, but it would bleed profusely and leave her in a great deal of pain. And that was the whole point, wasn't it?
Eyes wide with glee, Kadaj waited for the familiar sound of metal piercing soft, living flesh. He beamed in that blindly innocent but malicious way, greatly anticipating the sight of her blood surfacing from her skin and staining the jacket a shade or two darker. Perhaps it would even stray to those plain, brown locks, nothing like his bright ones, or Mother's lustrous ones. The girl should have been grateful. He would be doing her a favor, not that he was even thinking of her behalf. This was what he was made to do. It was invigorating, to harm the ones who slighted Mother, especially when he knew he had more or less replaced the eldest. He wouldn't fail her.
"You are imperfect, so let's give you a scar so that you remember it in the future."
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