Honest to God I'll break your heart
Who: Kadaj and Liquid
When: Backdated to the 7th, around three hours after this, and following this conversation.
Where: Their usual sparring grounds in an abandoned part of Sector 8.
Summary: "I'll kill you all before I let you be taken from me."
Warnings: Violence? Lots of violence.
Loz was gone. There hadn't been so much as a flicker, or even a slow fade. One moment he was there, and the next he wasn't, one third of their collective mind blinking out into nothingness. Again, Kadaj was reminded of his powerlessness. And this time, it was so much worse, because Loz was a brother- not in the way Cloud or even Sephiroth were brothers. Loz was a part of the whole, they were supposed to be together. Kadaj had sworn that he wouldn't let anyone else disappear and again, someone had. It had confirmed his own fears. What if Yazoo disappeared next? What if he was left alone? He couldn't allow it... but neither could he stop it.
He had left Yazoo, beaten and worn down, on the floor of the Jonovan Cathedral, wandering out into the city. His motorbike had been left behind, and he'd paid no attention to where he was going. He was searching, in his own way, not that he would admit it. Even though there was nothing to find. His brother had reached out to touch his mind once, and Kadaj had rejected him angrily. Since then, Yazoo had had the good sense to leave him be.
Kadaj was oddly calm, in the way that a bomb which might explode at any moment was calm. Somewhere in his unstable mind, he had made a decision. If this place would take his brothers from him, he'd destroy it all before it could. And he'd start with those he knew it would try to take next.
It took him far longer than usual to reach the place in Sector 8 that they used as their sparring grounds. Perhaps understandable, considering his lack of his usual mode of transport. But then, he wasn't in much of a hurry, either. Liquid was already there, waiting for him. Stopping a short distance from the man, Kadaj studied him quietly. Of course, Liquid would show up even if he thought he might die here. Such an idiot. Kadaj himself looked weary and drawn, distant and rather unfocused. Not in any kind of state for a fight, but that wouldn't stop him.
"Stubborn to the end, brother," he spoke quietly, and somehow that teasing fondness was still faintly detectable in his tone, in spite of the obvious strain of tumultuous emotions. "Not that I'd expect any less from you."
When: Backdated to the 7th, around three hours after this, and following this conversation.
Where: Their usual sparring grounds in an abandoned part of Sector 8.
Summary: "I'll kill you all before I let you be taken from me."
Warnings: Violence? Lots of violence.
Loz was gone. There hadn't been so much as a flicker, or even a slow fade. One moment he was there, and the next he wasn't, one third of their collective mind blinking out into nothingness. Again, Kadaj was reminded of his powerlessness. And this time, it was so much worse, because Loz was a brother- not in the way Cloud or even Sephiroth were brothers. Loz was a part of the whole, they were supposed to be together. Kadaj had sworn that he wouldn't let anyone else disappear and again, someone had. It had confirmed his own fears. What if Yazoo disappeared next? What if he was left alone? He couldn't allow it... but neither could he stop it.
He had left Yazoo, beaten and worn down, on the floor of the Jonovan Cathedral, wandering out into the city. His motorbike had been left behind, and he'd paid no attention to where he was going. He was searching, in his own way, not that he would admit it. Even though there was nothing to find. His brother had reached out to touch his mind once, and Kadaj had rejected him angrily. Since then, Yazoo had had the good sense to leave him be.
Kadaj was oddly calm, in the way that a bomb which might explode at any moment was calm. Somewhere in his unstable mind, he had made a decision. If this place would take his brothers from him, he'd destroy it all before it could. And he'd start with those he knew it would try to take next.
It took him far longer than usual to reach the place in Sector 8 that they used as their sparring grounds. Perhaps understandable, considering his lack of his usual mode of transport. But then, he wasn't in much of a hurry, either. Liquid was already there, waiting for him. Stopping a short distance from the man, Kadaj studied him quietly. Of course, Liquid would show up even if he thought he might die here. Such an idiot. Kadaj himself looked weary and drawn, distant and rather unfocused. Not in any kind of state for a fight, but that wouldn't stop him.
"Stubborn to the end, brother," he spoke quietly, and somehow that teasing fondness was still faintly detectable in his tone, in spite of the obvious strain of tumultuous emotions. "Not that I'd expect any less from you."