1st Reunion

Dec 18, 2011 20:54

"Moth-her..." Kadaj rasped, sucking in deep breaths of air that seemed devoid of oxygen. The oppressive sun glazed the landscape with dry, shimmering heat, caking the remains of the lifestream to sweaty skin. The young remnant clamped his jaw shut and forced himself to take each new exhausting step over the debris. "Yazoo...Loz..." He cracked out ( Read more... )

kadaj [v1], !theme: december '11, sephiroth [v1], kuja [v1]

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existwithoutme December 19 2011, 21:26:50 UTC
[Kuja watched Kadaj from afar as he raged and railed, more or less emotionless as he viewed the scene. Mother, the man says. Kuja never had a mother, nor a father, so how can he relate to that? But he understood that fury and violence, too well

At last, he drew closer, gliding down from the sky. His own hair was silver, but he was rather noticeably different from those Kadaj was looking for. He smiled, but there was no change in the expression in his clear blue eyes as he did so.]

So strong and bright, like a silver falcon. What purpose does all this fury and flapping serve? Look, you're only clipping your own wings.

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silversouba December 22 2011, 03:32:21 UTC
A shimmer in the sky caught the remnant’s attention. It had the silhouette of a humanoid figure and the sun blocked out any finer details. Kadaj pushed himself up, anxious that it might be exactly who he was requesting! But this couldn’t be Mother, could it? No. He had just had her in his grasp. It had been wonderful! At least until he discovered what ShinRa had done to her. He looked down at his hands---his empty hands, and clenched them into fists again. Kadaj would make sure Rufus would pay for his crime.

The sun was still too bright for his liking and he squinted as the figure drew closer. “Brother?” He had hoped. Waited. Then heart-wrenching disappointment when the floating figure could be made out. It was nothing but a stranger with an interesting choice of words. Kadaj growled and began to search again. “What do you care?” He couldn’t focus. “You got what you want, didn’t you? The planet is yours! But it won’t stay that way,” he threatened, thinking this was just a normal human or possibly a disgusting Cetra. “Not for long.”

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existwithoutme December 26 2011, 09:32:23 UTC
Kuja had to laugh, if faintly, at such a declaration. "I'm afraid you've mistaken me for someone else." He doesn't need to look twice to ascertain that this isn't his planet. Not only does it not resemble Terra, or feel like his home in that same way, but Terra was destroyed, and by none other than Kuja himself. Right or wrong, he has no planet now.

"This planet is none of mine, and I do not belong to it." He landed on the ground, not far from Kadaj. "Perhaps I don't care, but I don't enjoy seeing people behave foolishly. What do you think you're accomplishing with these actions?"

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silversouba December 26 2011, 18:19:53 UTC
An irritated scowl decorated the remnant’s face. He already didn’t like this guy. He was too arrogant for his own good. Couldn’t he see Kadaj was busy? If he wanted a fight, however, Kadaj would gladly give him one to remember. He could burn off a little steam by gutting him.

“I’m searching for someone.” The response was simple and automatic. He had said it more times than he could count within his short life. Only now it was three bodies instead of one.

“What are you doing here, anyway?” Kadaj demanded to know. “This place is supposed to be off limits.”

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no_hometown December 20 2011, 18:07:30 UTC
Sephiroth had never seen someone so like him--yet so unlike. It was a puzzling sight. He had always been a person apart, different from others, both as a child and as an adult. Here was someone who seemed as if they might have something in common with him, even a kinship to him: the same hair, the same eyes; yet the words Kadaj spoke and his behavior were alien. He had absolutely no idea why this stranger would scream his name with such rancor ( ... )

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silversouba December 22 2011, 03:41:52 UTC
As Kadaj continued to search he could not shake the feeling that He was here and getting closer. “No,” the remnant told himself. “He’s gone.” Yet, hadn’t he left too? If He had returned, then maybe Sephiroth also had found a way. Was he here to punish him? Kill him? The closer Sephiroth came, the more panicked his remnant became. This was the man who haunted his dreams and reality--the very core of his existence. However, He had failed Mother too, had he not? And Sephiroth lost to Cloud just as Kadaj did. His pulse still quickened as if he were in battle.

Back turned to the ex-general, his posture turned rigid as that familiar voice, often heard in his head, rang out clearly in the air. Kadaj bit his tongue. Oh! The sentences he wanted to spew at Him! The horrific things he wanted to do to Mother’s Favorite if he ever had the chance ( ... )

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no_hometown December 26 2011, 10:14:18 UTC
He nods. "Yes, as you can see." It's an easy enough statement to agree with, as he is, indeed, here. However, he doesn't recognize the other, though the young man clearly knows him. Usually, this wouldn't strike him as too odd, since people he doesn't know often recognize him. He is, after all, renowned. It's the fact that this person looks so much like him, an undeniable sense of familiarity, that makes him feel that perhaps he should know him. It's an odd feeling, one he hasn't experienced before. Combined with the sight of Headquarters in ruins, it's a little unsettling.

He's glad to see Kadaj calm himself somewhat. He seems calm himself, though he doesn't drop his guard. "You know me, but I can't say the same of you."

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silversouba December 26 2011, 18:17:55 UTC
There was something different about Sephiroth which Kadaj could not quite figure out. It was as if someone had sucked all the determination and hatred out of him. Foundations of Sephiroth which helped make the remnants in the first place.

“You should know,” Kadaj replied in annoyed disbelief. “After all,” he bravely approached and forced the fear down his stomach where it could be ignored, “you created me.” He stared at eyes that mirrored his own. “You created us.” Kadaj shook his head and continued searching. He didn’t want to glower at him for too long and push his luck. “Don’t tell me you don’t remember,” he smirked at the idea.

If Sephiroth really did forget, perhaps he could be molded to listen to Kadaj instead of the other way around! It was a farfetched idea, but that never stopped the remnant before.

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