He was still looking. After he had moved a bit away from Loz, allowing himself to seek out what he was looking for. The truth was, he was getting close, but he couldn't find where. He was becoming a bit irritated by the thought of it, though the male continued to seek the silence as he looked around the place once more. He heard a noise, that made the male jolt and turned towards the direction of the darkness to make out who was coming their way. His Velvet Nightmare was clearly held in his hand still. He might still have injuries, but he felt fine.
He could take on whatever was coming, but for some reason, he lowered it, somehow knowing whoever that was coming towards them wasn't threatening at all. In fact, he might just have a clue who that was. It was worth trying right? The emotionless white haired male telepathically spoke in a monotone towards Sephiroth.
You are here, aren't you? he briefly questioned, making sure his assumptions were correct. He didn't want anymore nuisances in his way. He was about to get that blond and
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Sephiroth froze as the cool but familiar monotone sounded in his head. He had, of course known that the Remnants were both here but acknowledgment, was unexpected but pleasant. Similar to the way that Mother had -no, thoughts had to be focused on the present. Jenova had gone, Sephiroth was over that now and despite the gaping hole in himself which she had taken with her departure he did like to feel that it would heal in time.
Yazoo Sephiroth replied smoothly, as he straightened his posture back up from the attack on the bookshelf which in hindsight now seemed entirely too childish to believe. This basement and it's trigger on Sephiroth's memories would have to be monitored closely. There was to be no room for mistake, there could be no liability that would get in the way of his plan this time
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The remnant remained motionless as he waited for his answers, his green hues fixed on the darkness, hopefully seeing someone int he darkness as he could barely see himself. The light of the room didn't help much. Yet, the person did not reveal themselves yet. The male slowly continued to toss a few things aside in search for his objective. He wondered briefly where Loz had vanished too. The other remnant was nowhere near him, so he didn't seem to be too worried, but he was curious where the other went. He stopped again to look. Was that person nearby? Yes, they were and he could feel the other's presence easily.
Why have you come? he mused again, his flat voice echoing to the man. He wasn't sure what the other was planning being here, but he remained quiet about it and slowly rose. He had not seen Sephiroth once, since their meeting when he was encased. That image was a flat blur in his mind too. He could remember the same colour hair and eyes. His slitted green hues fixed on the approaching silhouette, waiting for the other to show
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The darkness gave way shadow by shadow as the figure approached his younger brother. Smudged edges turned into definite features; a full head of silver hair which poured down his back like an ominous cloak, silver pauldrons gleaming even in the gloom. Green orbs appeared even more illuminated in this light as Sephiroth came to a complete stop just three paces from where Yazoo had been searching.
It seemed a breeze came out of no where to rustle the hem of the long leather coat, Sephiroth tilted his head ever so slightly in looking down at the Remnant and the same breeze swayed his hair hypnotically in flashes of the smoothest silver. There was no need for this telepathic talk any longer.
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He could take on whatever was coming, but for some reason, he lowered it, somehow knowing whoever that was coming towards them wasn't threatening at all. In fact, he might just have a clue who that was. It was worth trying right? The emotionless white haired male telepathically spoke in a monotone towards Sephiroth.
You are here, aren't you? he briefly questioned, making sure his assumptions were correct. He didn't want anymore nuisances in his way. He was about to get that blond and ( ... )
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Yazoo Sephiroth replied smoothly, as he straightened his posture back up from the attack on the bookshelf which in hindsight now seemed entirely too childish to believe. This basement and it's trigger on Sephiroth's memories would have to be monitored closely. There was to be no room for mistake, there could be no liability that would get in the way of his plan this time ( ... )
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Why have you come? he mused again, his flat voice echoing to the man. He wasn't sure what the other was planning being here, but he remained quiet about it and slowly rose. He had not seen Sephiroth once, since their meeting when he was encased. That image was a flat blur in his mind too. He could remember the same colour hair and eyes. His slitted green hues fixed on the approaching silhouette, waiting for the other to show ( ... )
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It seemed a breeze came out of no where to rustle the hem of the long leather coat, Sephiroth tilted his head ever so slightly in looking down at the Remnant and the same breeze swayed his hair hypnotically in flashes of the smoothest silver. There was no need for this telepathic talk any longer.
"Mother would have wanted me to come..."
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