((Because everyone knows he's been poltergeisting around anyway, you can have his ghosting posts in his journal now. Got to use his journal time while it's still here. :/ Already wasted three months))It's always interesting to see where one's conscious puts them when one has enough mind to separate themself from the lifestream and hivemind enough ( Read more... )

Kadaj is still dead. Alas. But look, Neuro-thinger.

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The contamination of Midgar was finally done ( Read more... )

Kadaj blinks groggily before eyes opening fully, realizing he shouldn't be groggy because he shouldn't be asleep. He sits up sharply, disoriented and rather alarmed. One hand snaps up to press over one eye, cupping half of his face. If he knew what one was, he might describe this as feeling like a particularly nasty hangover. His arm burns and he ( Read more... )

Kadaj gets home and kills the engine on his bike before groaning and folding his arms, laying against it with a malcontent moan. His strings to his puppet have been severed, one of his wayward brothers had managed to best him, and he feels like hell-- the cells still haven't finished with the poison in his system. He wants to eat and sleep but it's ( Read more... )

Kadaj shuts of the engine of his bike, sitting on it for a few moments before turning his attention towards the house. He slides off the bike, resting his hand on his left arm gingerly as he strides for the house. It was an unwelcome and unappreciated familiarity. There was no physically visible presence- perhaps it was just strained muscles. He ( Read more... )

Kadaj doesn't seem to be coming home tonight. How strange.
Of course, if the mental connection is checked, he's very much alive and in no obvious trouble.

((Edit: And thank you for the six months of journal time and user pictures. We are highly pleased.))

My goddess.

Once Mother has tired of questioning, the youngest quickly makes an escape to his room. He has no intent on staying around if it might irritate Mother. Her presence reminds him all too clearly of the rejection of her predecessor, and he's not quick to suffer it again. In fact, he's still doing his best to remain comfortably in denial ( Read more... )

The youngest winces and pulls back his sleeve, looking at the bandages. He hisses slightly, rubbing his forearm tenderly before mumbling mostly to himself. "Hurts more than usual. Not healing right ( Read more... )