[open] fallout

[nightmarevelvet]

Characters: Yazoo (nightmarevelvet) & whoever wishes to see ground zero
Location: Casualty Communal, Second Floor
Rating: PG perhaps?
Time: November 14th-ongoing
Description: following a battle and an explosion, Yazoo is sentenced to community service... repairing all that damage they caused the night before. This could take a while.

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[pure_lineage]

[Sephiroth had heard of his remnant's fate, but outside of Stein's involvement, he hadn't objected to them either. He knew well where Yazoo would be, and as the non-existent dust settled, the ex-General silently madr his way down the hall.

His movements were graceful as he took each step, and after entering the room, he spared the Shibusen officer a levelled glare before redirecting his attention over to Yazoo.

Making his way deeper into the room, Sephiroth stopped a few feet ahead of his remnant.]

I see that you managed to come out of that battle unscathed, Yazoo.

[nightmarevelvet]

[That Yazoo was here the next day while Kadaj laid severely injured was unacceptable to the older remnant, but it was not for lack of effort on anyone's part. What physical injuries Yazoo had sustained he'd bandaged himself and hidden well.

[He did not react initially to Sephiroth's approach, but even acknowledging him, did not look up at him. No shame or fear, just exhaustion]

That is untrue while Kadaj is injured.

[pure_lineage]

[Despite the fact that Yazoo didn't take notice of him, Sephiroth's gaze lingered on the remnant. He knew well that whatever may have befallen his remnants would be information that they would not share with him, but that was something that he had accepted long ago.]

Kadaj will heal soon enough.

[nightmarevelvet]

[Yazoo slowly turned to look at Sephiroth. Especially acting as his literal Weapon, Kadaj-- his brother and his Meister-- should not have been injured at all.

[His posture and voice remained passive]

Have you seen him?

[de_faulty_hero]

Cloud had heard the news on the fate of the two remnants of Sephiroth (though, he still liked to think of them as 'kids'), and it had taken him some time to convince himself it was a good idea to head down to the destroyed apartment. He could have made the excuse he was moving to see Aerith who lived down the hallway, but he figured honesty was the best policy to anyone who asked. He doubted anyone would.

Still, he could feel the difference between Kadaj and Yazoo just by approaching. It was eerie, since he had never formally met this aspect of Sephiroth aside from a brief conversation across the DEMISE. It was also awkward because he hadn't come from a point in time when he had met them, though Kadaj assumed he was lying or still contained fragmented memories.

Stepping through the pile of rubble that was supposed to be a door, he nodded to the guard and spied the tall remnant. He was surprised, causing him to stop short. It was like looking at Sephiroth as a teenager, and it gave him the heebee-jeebees. How many kids were there

[nightmarevelvet]

Sensing the approach of another who bore Mother's cells, Yazoo felt the arrival of the brother who did not remember them. Like Kadaj, Yazoo thought that the lack of recognition was merely an act. Upon closer inspection of that connection, there was something ever so slightly different about the way it felt from the times that Yazoo had held the Velvet Nightmare to Cloud's face. He would be particularly aware about this aspect when they came face-to-face. What a curious thing if it were true. Who then held the advantage? The remnants who knew him and what he'd become, or Cloud who was seeing them with a new perspective in this weakened human state

[de_faulty_hero]

A quick glance around the room allowed him to assess the damage that had happened here. Being a meister himself, he suspected that Kadaj had once again fallen into physical injury. The weapons of the partnership tended to be a little better off physically, but from experience with Sephiroth, he knew that they suffered when their meisters were badly injured.

Of course, looking into Yazoo's face caused no sign of recognition in him either aside from the fact that the guy looked strikingly like Sephiroth. He stepped further into the room, having to lift his booted feet higher to get over some debris. While he might look around, his attention was focused on the silver-haired man.

"You told me to come alone," he replied simply with a casual shrug of his shoulders. "I am a man of my word." He stopped and set a hand on his hip, still uncertain of the term 'big brother' that that all held for him. "I wanted to see what you were like, and to make certain you were alright here."

[nightmarevelvet]

Yazoo hopped down from his pile of rubble and took a few steps toward Cloud, moving amoung the debris with feline grace. It was clear that he hadn't touched any of it, but it was up to interpretation as to whether that was because he was unwilling to or he didn't know how to. Remorse for a thing like this was not exactly in Yazoo's spectrum of emotion, but concern over whether his actions here effected Kadaj's imprisonment was

[scentedcamellia]

Tsubaki was grateful that she'd been chosen for this task, if only so she would have a valid excuse for leaving the house. It was still tense at home; Black*Star was still being far too quiet for her liking, and was spending a lot of time away, probably training by himself. It made the place too empty, and she didn't want to be there. It was supposed to be the place they shared, not the one she watched while he was busy being alone.

The kunoichi headed up to the second floor of the Casualty Communal, trying to keep a pleasant smile on her face as she greeted the current guard before taking his place and sending him on his way. Tsubaki would take this job seriously, and Yazoo would be in trouble if he overestimated her abilities.

"Don't mind me," she said as cheerfully as she could to the silver-haired man after the previous guard had left the area. "Just do whatever you were doing." Might as well be nice, even if he was being punished.

(set after Sephiroth's and Cloud's visit, ok?)

[nightmarevelvet]

It had taken some time, but Yazoo had finally begun to clear away some of the debris from the site. Honestly, it wasn't "away" as it was more "around". Yazoo was a fighter and didn't really know how to accomplish the task he'd been given

That's fine \o/

[scentedcamellia]

Tsubaki took a step or two over to the wall, leaning her back against it with her hands clasped in front of her casually. Her eyes were clearly alert though, focused on her task. Tsubaki hadn't earned the Weapon forms of her special family by being lazy or unreliable.

She didn't comment when he took a seat; it was obvious by the way he was breathing and sweating that the man was tired from all the exercise. Tsubaki was sure that cleaning away this kind of debris was hard work, but a little exertion never hurt anyone. Black*Star was a glaring example of that.

Though thinking about her partner caused her mood to dip a bit again.

"Well, it's hard to say. This isn't the kind of thing that happens too often." By 'thing,' she meant threatening the whole of Death City and incurring the wrath of a prodigy Deathscythe. Definitely not a common occurrence. "It could have been worse, though."

Justin could have torn up the whole floor, for example. Then there would have been even more to clean.

[nightmarevelvet]

Yazoo inclined his head slightly to observe her. She was a bright one and assured to be an able fighter since she had been posted guard. Yazoo was never one to underestimate a female fighter-- skill had very little to do with trivial things such as gender-- but female emotions tended to be easier to manipulate. She had opened herself up to Yazoo by speaking to him, so he intended to use his "resting" period to see what he could learn.

"It could have been worse," he repeated, agreeing. "Someone could have gotten killed." Kadaj could have been killed by that rampaging Deathscythe. Such a possibility was not acceptable. It raised Yazoo's ire though he did not express it. Better not to clarify his own opinion and let her sympathies fall wherever she assumed he'd meant.

/slides in quietly

[stalwartcane]

For reason or another that he could not ascertain, Watson had somehow managed to catch the attention of this strange, intimidating family of silver-headed men. It was one thing to suffer Sephiroth's constant paranoia and Cloud's unceasing jests and recklessness, but being threatened relentlessly by Kadaj had an effect like rubbing his nerves raw. The afternoon after unwillingly being given Kadaj as his patient (again), Watson found himself making his way back to the clinic from the local prison after a trying session with the young man.

The Communal happened to be nearby the clinic, and he paused outside of its entrance to consider stepping in. He had heard of Kadaj's brother -- cohort? -- rendering community service there, and a sense of curiosity and medical duty urged him to give this man a visit. Watson made his laborious way up the stairs to the second floor, pausing outside the wrecked room to survey the damages done to it.

"Excuse me, but are you Kadaj's weapon?" he finally asked after a second or two of observation.

/touches

[nightmarevelvet]

Yazoo heard someone's footsteps approach and did not recognize the man who belonged to them. Pausing in his meager efforts at cleaning the debris of broken glass, chunks of wall, and splinters of door which Yazoo fully believed the Death Scythe should be held accountable for, he turned when the man spoke and narrowed his eyes slightly. The answer to that question was obvious for several reasons, and Yazoo wondered what the man's purpose in asking it was. It was only through Yazoo's notoriously long patience that he didn't react any more than that. It was wiser at this point to identify the man and his connection to the youngest remnant.

Not bothering to wipe the sweat from his brow or the dust from his hands, Yazoo took a step closer to the man with effort. "Hn. That much should be obvious." Their punishment did seem to be something of public knowledge, although Yazoo himself had not seen anything about it since he'd been under guard. "Who is asking?"

/touches back gently

[stalwartcane]

It was in Watson's nature to be polite, even to the point of asking redundant questions, and the answer took him aback for a moment. Perhaps the young man was merely irritable, given the amount of work he seemed to be doing. Watson cleared his throat, but did not take a step forward into the wrecked flat.

"I am Doctor John Watson," he started, wondering if perhaps he should have dropped the profession instead. But the information was something that required to be conveyed... "I am the one seeing to Kadaj's healthy while he is in prison, and I thought that perhaps you would like to know how he is."

[nightmarevelvet]

Yazoo hadn't said what he had to be rude. In fact, his words carried no emotion, extreme or otherwise. He was irritable, and if his composure was slipping now, he would blame it on a number of external factors. The foremost was summed up in the doctor's statement.

Now knowing this man's profession, the remnant regarded him with extreme caution and a passive expression. The doctor had knowledge that no one else was willing to give him, what Yazoo needed to hear. It was he who should be at his brother's side, not some stranger. Yazoo did not trust this man, but he did desire the information he possessed. A change of tactics was in order.

Crossing his arms lightly over his chest, Yazoo regarded the doctor again. His voice was softer, but remained void of emotion. "I would like to know how he is."

[packyourkitbag]

Well. She had no idea what had happened, but... it was pretty bad, to say the very least. Of course she's curious, but with what she'd seen of the people here it was probably none of her business. Still, she did want to go try and help. Another pair of hands couldn't hurt anything, she figured.

She got up to where the damage was, and poked her head around the wall.

"You look like you could use some help."

[nightmarevelvet]

Yazoo had been attempting to move some of the debris around, but he was not designed for this sort of work. He was exhausted, and the black he wore was streaked with dust. There was still too much to be done, and Yazoo mentally glared at the mess with internal outrage.

At the friendly offer of help from an unfamiliar female voice, Yazoo turned to look. His expression remained neutral even as his mind was working. She'd offered to help, and he was tired and felt he'd done more than his fair share already. With effort, Yazoo kept all this to himself.

"It seems to be more a mess than one person can handle."

[packyourkitbag]

She smiled, glad she wasn't being turned away, and went over to him. It felt good to be getting out again, and it was bonus points that she was doing something productive.

"Sure looks that way. Where do ya want to start?"

[nightmarevelvet]

Yazoo reached one hand out to rest it on a large pile he'd created simply by moving rubble from one place to another while never actually ridding the room of any of it. It hadn't been a lot of work, but it made him look busy to his guard and to the unsuspecting eye.

"You are a kind person to offer assistance to a stranger." Coming from Yazoo, this wasn't a compliment, but it was said with a straight face and a sincere expression so it was difficult to tell. "May I ask your name?"