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Even as early as his "birth", Cazali had been all about quickness over strength. The assassain; the retrieval unit sent in to gather evidence, or eliminate it. Speedy legs to get him in, light to blind the enemy's defenses, and wind to cover his escape. His technique was finely-tuned to a science, almost to the level of instinct. None of the other Greeed could top Caz's usefulness in affairs pertaining to hit and runs, and that was how it would always be.
He'd been distracted by the ship. It had been fun, and what felt like three months of solitude and "peace" was downright miraculous for any Greeed. He'd been plagued with foreign sensations, and some stupider part of his sentience had debated if some of it was due to "emotion". It was only natural that jitters had set in, and the cat doubted it was just him. Ankh had to have been feeling it too- the paranoia, feeling eyes on you, gritting your hands and teeth and insides, feeling the emptiness within. They could cover it up, but the emptiness was- and would always -be there. But it could be lessened. Ankh had some of his medals, Cazali was sure of it.
He'd genuinely not wanted his medals back for most of the time. The Greeed wasn't sure why, it just hadn't been...as strong a desire as it once had been. Sure, he'd always intended to get his medals back, and he'd shot himself in the foot by discussing his "feelings" with Zou, but it would come later, it could wait. But, that discussion had put the seed of a plan in his head- why had he assumed he'd need to get stronger to get his medals back? Had he completely forgotten his purpose, his chief skill? Speed was what Cazali was- all he needed to do, really, was get his medals. Defeating Ankh could come later, and would be much easier with more than one core medal inside him. Swipe the entire set- Ankh surely carried them with him. Hole up somewhere, slowly feed on the more useful ones (Mezul's? Maybe he would finally get to try Uva's...?) and lie in wait. The bird would come for him, right in to his den, and then...that was it. No more running.
The sudden realization had been too much. The desire had flushed through his system, driving him to standing in the same hallway day after day, waiting. Even as he went over his plan for the thirtieth time, his hands were shaking. Most of the crew was busy with some body snatching nonsense- it was the perfect time. He'd waited long enough. All he needed to do...was to steal the medals...and run...
(( OOC: All interested posters, please go here if you want to join in on kicking Caz's ass! There's a few things I gotta sort out, first! ))
He'd been distracted by the ship. It had been fun, and what felt like three months of solitude and "peace" was downright miraculous for any Greeed. He'd been plagued with foreign sensations, and some stupider part of his sentience had debated if some of it was due to "emotion". It was only natural that jitters had set in, and the cat doubted it was just him. Ankh had to have been feeling it too- the paranoia, feeling eyes on you, gritting your hands and teeth and insides, feeling the emptiness within. They could cover it up, but the emptiness was- and would always -be there. But it could be lessened. Ankh had some of his medals, Cazali was sure of it.
He'd genuinely not wanted his medals back for most of the time. The Greeed wasn't sure why, it just hadn't been...as strong a desire as it once had been. Sure, he'd always intended to get his medals back, and he'd shot himself in the foot by discussing his "feelings" with Zou, but it would come later, it could wait. But, that discussion had put the seed of a plan in his head- why had he assumed he'd need to get stronger to get his medals back? Had he completely forgotten his purpose, his chief skill? Speed was what Cazali was- all he needed to do, really, was get his medals. Defeating Ankh could come later, and would be much easier with more than one core medal inside him. Swipe the entire set- Ankh surely carried them with him. Hole up somewhere, slowly feed on the more useful ones (Mezul's? Maybe he would finally get to try Uva's...?) and lie in wait. The bird would come for him, right in to his den, and then...that was it. No more running.
The sudden realization had been too much. The desire had flushed through his system, driving him to standing in the same hallway day after day, waiting. Even as he went over his plan for the thirtieth time, his hands were shaking. Most of the crew was busy with some body snatching nonsense- it was the perfect time. He'd waited long enough. All he needed to do...was to steal the medals...and run...
(( OOC: All interested posters, please go here if you want to join in on kicking Caz's ass! There's a few things I gotta sort out, first! ))