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[heavenscrisis]

Who: Jenova and [ open to: Kadaj, Loz, Yazoo and anyone that wanted to get their shit messed up ]
When: Midnight.
Where: Undisclosed location in the woods.
Rating: TBA.
Warnings: Violence, murder, and bloodshed to be sure.
Summary: Jenova’s feeling reasonably rejuvenated and she’s got a serious bone to pick with a certain someone, but she’s

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[cetran]

Aerith wasn't entirely sure what had lured her out of bed, away from Leon's side, and out of the house. It had to at least be midnight, she was sure. Everyone in the house had gone to bed several hours ago, or gone off to work, and the lack of anyone to stop her from going off on her own was going to be something she would later come to regret. As she left the house, in only a simple white dress and with no shoes, she was pulled toward the forest. She couldn't explain what was tugging her, leading her with an invisible string that eventually guided her right into the midst of the tall trees in the forest

[wrathonstrings]

For whatever reason, Kadaj had been relatively restless throughout the night. Granted, most nights went like this, until finally days later the remnant would give in to the lack of sleep. It was fortunate for him that very little rest was needed for him to maintain his optimum capabilities. Running around the streets killing what monsters he could find an causing havoc to anyone unlucky enough to cross his path was much more fun.

Not enough to explain why his very veins had felt as if they had been on fire for the past few hours. Kadaj had managed to guess what it may have been. Why he had found himself pacing in places he hardly frequented before, leaving monsters halfway on the brink of death rather than finishing them off like he normally did. For one thing he was bored. For another, he was anxious. He knew Mother had something in mind, and the fact that he knew was enough to make him almost twitch with hyper excitement. He hadn't prodded her about it since never would he wish to make her unhappy, even in the smallest

[wrathonstrings]

"Mother!" he spoke in that keen, reverent tone saved only for her. His left gloved hand moved for the hilt of Souba, both to give him a chance to move as well as thanks to what lay ahead. That had been enough reason for it to resurface. Such feelings had been temporarily stalled for much more important ones. Now that Mother had intitiated its arrival, he could take full pleasure in the deeds he would commit. Whatever Mother wanted, he wanted. This would be much better, than all of those other times he had taken the last breath away from a living soul, or stopped a heartbeat. This time, it would be so much more grand. He had only dreamed of such an occasion, and now that it was reality the desire was nearly impossible to ignore

[heavenscrisis]

His skin felt as comfortable as it ever did, as if she truly did belong there, and she relished this one familiarity ... this particular series of deja vu, despite what it represented. After all, the first time she assumed this form hadn't exactly been by choice. It was his wish that she become him, and she wreaked sweet havoc in his name while he sought to claim the Planet in hers. She had no qualms, then. He'd simply set her loose to do what she did best. She was free to roam, free to slaughter, yet not so free in the grander sense of the word. She belonged to him in almost the same way that he belonged to her and perhaps there was something a bit disturbing about that

[wrathonstrings]

It had been difficult to stray his eyes away from Mother, no matter what form she took. The girl standing before them now, was so weak, so pale in comparison. Just to think there were so many who here thrived around like insects with brainwave patterns that only followed two or three commands, it disgusted him. Didn't matter, if this wasn't their home. Mother was here, and they had hurt her. Kadaj watched as the sleek blade of Masamune pointed at the girl's shoulder, grateful for the distraction. How ironic

[virtualunknown]

What a week it had been. The dreams, of course, had him worried. Clearly, it was no strange coincidence. The dreams themselves were strange enough, but the markings... Absently, Makubex raised a hand to his shoulder, where his own mark began

[heavenscrisis]

Hunting. The exercise had been a long time in coming. It felt good ... as did this body, and she certainly hadn't forgotten how to use it. Such a capable host.. Perhaps that was why she was so reluctant to let him go without a fistful of pain. Things were different now. It was over when she said it was over. The strings had been returned to their rightful hands and a most charming web of deceit was swiftly under way. He wanted to be a hero. That's what he had told her. A hero

[virtualunknown]

Makubex sensed the first slash and easily dodged... although he was caught off-guard by the second. The damage was minimal, but the attack had thrown off his balance. He fell, sprawled on the forest floor. He cursed softly to himself. Damn this place...

He glanced up at the voice, remaining on the ground. Attempting to run would be futile. That much was certain. The man looming over him was definitely a force to be reckoned with. Something about him seemed so, terribly familiar.

"Just a lowly shopkeeper, sir," he replied softly. "I'm sorry to have disturbed you."

[heavenscrisis]

Stepping around a patch of twiggy brush, he saw Makubex floored, long legs spread out before him. Just a boy ... slim, and perhaps even a bit smaller than he anticipated with a certain kind of fragile beauty to him. Were her heart made of something warmer, it might be safe to say that Jenova had taken a frail liking to him, something purely superficial, at best. His eyes wouldn't recognize her, but she was curious to know what he was feeling ... what his blood was doing as she closed the distance between them