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Post by Kadaj on May 25, 2008 15:15:04 GMT -5
Although his physical wounds had healed, there was a new pain. A pain beyond even that which the planet inflicted on him. It ate away at him from the inside, burning in his chest, flooding through his veins like molten lava. And along with the pain that coursed through his body, was a peculiar sense of power, or what might become power, should he ever manage to draw upon it.
He could live with the physical effects of bearing the Black Materia shard. He had lived with pain all of his life, after all. It was what the shard was doing to his mind that was quickly becoming unbearable. The voices, whispers, never truly forming words, through the meanings were perfectly clear; they were taunting, goading him, pointing out his weaknesses. With the rest of the shards, they seemed to say, he would become strong. Only when he had all of them. Only when the Black Materia was whole again…
Only then would mother be happy. But… the voice of the Black Materia was beginning to drown out the voice of Jenova. That was the greatest agony of all.
The tension was clear in the youngest clone’s body and expression as he glared out over the ruined Midgar, and the still-growing town of Edge that bordered it. His fists were clenched, his jaw set, and the pupils of his eyes narrowed to almost invisible slits. The humiliation of the events in Junon; being so badly wounded and having to flee, missing the perfect opportunity to retrieve at least the majority of the shards because of those meddling ShinRa and that damned woman. He didn’t care about her. She was insignificant. She had no shards, after all. But ShinRa had played him for a fool for the last time.
Fenrir stood not far away, a little further back from the edge of the cliff. Yazoo would be nearby, naturally. That was another thing that concerned Kadaj. It was true that he was no longer alone, now that Yazoo had come back to him, but Loz was still missing. There was still an emptiness in his mind where his brother should be, just as he could sense Yazoo there now. Even should he find all of the shards, he could not rest until he found his brother, also. Such was the manner of the children of Jenova.
His gaze shifted from the ruined city to the sword that stood embedded in the ground a few feet away. Striding over to it, he threw his pent-up anger at the pitiful memorial, kicking it viciously over the edge of the precipice, and watching it clatter down the cliff-face with spite burning in his eyes.
It wasn’t good enough. He wanted blood.
((Told you I fail at board titles.))
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Post by Yazoo on May 25, 2008 17:25:06 GMT -5
The said Brother leaned against Fenrir, arms crossed over his chest. Long silvery hair hanging around his frame and over his eyes, not obscuring them from sight, but close to it. Those eyes settled on Kadaj, watching him, assessing the youngest Sephiroth clone. Under that stoic and calm presence that was Yazoo rested a older brother, a worried one at that.
Kadaj most likely didn't know it, But Yazoo could feel the pain he pushed aside. Everything the younger felt was known to him ... that's just how it was between the Clones. All your feelings, all your secrets-Not having Loz with them was like loosing part of Yazoo's consciousness. He didn't feel complete without him there. Things felt less than three-Dimensional.
It didn't feel ... Right.
The Ivory Gunslinger said nothing as he watched the younger kick Cloud’s sword down the Cliffside, listening to it clatter it’s way down until it hit the ground, finally silent. This black material…thing… It was changing him. Bad for him, he could feel it in Kadaj. There was a lust for blood so strong, for a moment the man felt it might be turned on him.
Yazoo breathed in, and then allowed his breath to escape through his nose, nostrils flaring as he shifted to stand straight. The setting sun hit him at a different angle, and for a moment, he could have been mistaken for someone else. “Kadaj,” The elder said, his voice quiet. “what is …” Finding no words to describe the black material, he eventually gestured with one hand, towards the other’s chest. ”that…”
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Post by Kadaj on Jun 3, 2008 4:07:07 GMT -5
It wouldn’t take too long to reach Midgar from here. And it would not be difficult to break into ShinRa. He would kill anyone and everyone who got in his way. He’d find Cloud, and he’d rip those three shards from his chest. With four shards against Sephiroth’s single one, then they would see who was more worthy of Jenova’s love…
Yazoo’s voice cut through his thoughts, and as Kadaj turned to face his brother, something odd flickered across his expression, barely noticeable, and was gone in a second. Yazoo would sense the mental side of the reaction far more clearly— it was a flinch. Whether Kadaj had recoiled from the fleeting glimpse of someone other than his brother standing before him, or from the shock of pain that surged from the shard embedded in his chest in response to the momentary fear and anger that that glimpse had caused… It would not be easy to discern either way. There was far too much happening in the younger clone’s mind now. Everything was jumbled up into one, intangible, incomprehensible mess.
Perhaps it was the instability of his own nature — little more than a fragment of the power of Sephiroth, incomplete and unbalanced, and even more so with the lack of one of his brothers — which allowed the Black Materia to corrode him so quickly, tipping him ever closer to the edge. Kadaj was, slowly but surely, losing himself. Where did the will of the Black Materia end and the will of Jenova begin? Was there any difference between the two, or was the Black Materia truly drowning out Jenova’s voice? And… what was his own will? Did he even have his own, or was he really nothing more than a puppet? If he had been no more than a puppet of Jenova, then what would he be if he lost her voice entirely?
The younger remnant was staring at Yazoo, and there was something a little unstable in his expression— something more unstable than usual, at least. And then, as he raised a hand to place it on his chest above the Black Materia, he smiled; a twisted smile.
“This,” his tone was defiant and… strangely hostile, “is mother’s power. And it’s mine.”
Half-turning from his brother, he flung an arm out to indicate Midgar, and though the smile remained on his face, his eyes burned with malice.
“Our… brothers have the rest. I’ll kill them both. Soon, I’ll have all the pieces. And then, we take revenge on the Planet. Then, mother will…”
His breath caught in his throat, and this time he was too distracted to disguise the pain that flooded through him. That wordless “voice” echoed in his mind. He made no effort to push it away. Jenova, or…? He didn’t care any more. It was pointless trying to differentiate. It was impossible.
If it wasn’t for…
“If it wasn’t for you,” Kadaj spoke slowly, bitterly, every word laced with venom. “I could have them already…”
It was his fault. Of course it was. If it wasn’t for…
If he had gotten there earlier. If he had been there from the start. If he hadn’t left you alone…
“You left me alone.”
So weak. Once you have all the pieces, you won’t need him. You won’t need any of them. Then, you’ll be strong. Then, you can kill them all.
Once you have all the pieces…
If it wasn’t for…
So weak…
Kill them all.
The accusations, burning in Kadaj’s mind, were thrown at Yazoo with such violence and loathing that words were unnecessary to put it across. He didn’t care about Yazoo’s reasons. He didn’t care that it could not have been helped. The burning in his mind told him that his brother was the reason he did not have those shards.
It was someone to blame; a target for his anger. The only thing here which might give him a reaction. The only thing which would bleed.
Kill them…
Souba was in his hand before he knew what he was doing. And for a moment, it looked like he might attack. The pure insanity shining in those feline eyes told more than a thousand words could ever. But he didn’t move towards the older clone. Frozen where he was, Kadaj’s body trembled with tension and fury… and self-enforced restraint. And, slowly, he lowered the weapon to his side.
Behind the insanity and the rage, there was a dazed, bewildered child. Dropping his gaze to the ground, he turned his back on his brother again. His voice, when he spoke once more, was quiet, as he repeated what had been running through his mind a thousand times over. As if… As if he was trying to convince himself.
“I’ll kill them both… I’ll kill them all. I will be the one to fulfil mother’s goals… and she will…” he paused, and a frown grew on his face.
“You left me…” this time, there was no violence or anger in the accusation, but instead an almost childish admonishment, “…alone.”
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Post by Yazoo on Jun 4, 2008 14:47:23 GMT -5
Kadaj’s underlying psychosis, Loz’s sensitivity; to Yazoo, this was normal. Just like to them, his unruffled demeanor was something that they could count on to remain the same. (If Loz had been there, of course.) He was the infallible one, who would do what needed to be done for the three no matter what the circumstances. Yazoo was the cold blooded killer, but the thought of hurting or losing his brothers made him light-headed. But the one who turned around to face him and sent all that rage and violent intent toward him-That … thing that had his brother’s eyes, who held his brother’s sword in his hand; It wasn’t Kadaj. Not at that moment.
It took all his mental willpower not to go for Velvet Nightmare at that moment, and his fingers twitched in response. The malice that was sent washed over him like a beast’s roar- and for a moment, he thought he couldn’t hear. Though he did nothing more than that slight twitch before, mentally, he reacted quiet differently. The icy coolness of his indifference blew through the white-hot hate, like a cobra strike, protecting him from anymore of the mental attack like a shield. He somehow knew if he acted any more past that, what was controlling Kadaj would pit his brother against him. He could see it in those eyes that were the same as his.
He had one thought that he managed to keep to himself, ‘Where is my brother?’ This was not Kadaj, in no way. The three had their difference of opinion, but never enough to come to blows, or even drawing their weapons on each other. They were all they had in this world, and nothing had come in between.
Except Jenova,
Now this.
He couldn’t read Kadaj as well as usual; all of the mess his mind was becoming blocked him from making an accurate deduction. The hate was prominent, the whispers swirling against his own cold, calculating mind. He could ignore it, but apparently the younger was starting to succumb to it. However, the Ivory Gunslinger had yet to connect it to the Black Materia. What would he do when he did?
Finally, the venom was gone from the younger’s voice, and he heard Kadaj again. The words were repeated, tone hiding a rebuke. Yazoo relaxed a fraction, his mental walls coming down and his hands releasing from a fist, indents from his nails prominent on his palms. Air escaped through his nose, nostrils flaring just slightly before he finally spoke.
“I was dead.”
It wasn’t a excuse, just a statement. The longhaired man didn’t even know how or why he had come back. Actually, he knew why he was back, that was simple; to find his brothers and be with them, on whatever exploit. He would follow Kadaj. Only Kadaj. Not that thing that had shown up before.
“…But I am here now.”
There wasn’t anything he could do about the past; he couldn’t change anything that had already happened. Yazoo didn’t bother to dwell on the things he couldn’t change- only moving forward.
“And I’m ready to follow you.”
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Post by Kadaj on Jun 17, 2008 14:49:45 GMT -5
Kadaj was silent for long moments after Yazoo had spoken, eyes fixed on the deserted city below, and yet not truly seeing anything. Souba weighed oddly in his hand; it seemed heavy, and at the same time, as though it were barely there at all… No, more as though that hand did not belong to him; was barely even a part of him. Everything – every sensation, every sight and sound – seemed distant, and at the same time bore down on him with almost unendurable force. What did it mean? What was happening to him?
He had been torn from the peace he had finally found in death, thrown back into a world that tortured him… alone, and utterly purposeless, for mother already had her Sephiroth. Unwilling to face that meaningless existence, he had defied Sephiroth, and sworn to prove himself more worthy of Jenova’s love… And the shards that Sephiroth searched for seemed the perfect means to do so. Only… now he actually had a shard – even just one – he was losing Jenova entirely. He was losing himself entirely. Was this… punishment? Jenova’s will was Sephiroth’s will, and he had defied… Was mother…?
Who was it who held the puppet’s strings?
Somehow, even though he was no longer alone, he felt more lost than ever. He felt… powerless, almost. Dragged along by a current that took him where it would. It wasn’t like the Reunion impulse; an instinct, built into every fibre and essence of his being. It was stronger… overwhelming… and… sinister. And completely alien to him. He didn’t understand it.
He didn’t understand any of this.
Yazoo was undoubtedly the strongest, mentally, of the three. He was the unwavering one who balanced Kadaj’s instability. The impassive one who balanced Loz’s emotionality. And as his simple statement implied, he would follow Kadaj to the end. No matter what.
Only Kadaj.
What would he do should he realise what exactly was happening to the younger Remnant? What could he do to stop it, to bring Kadaj – the real Kadaj, drowning somewhere deep within the chaos of his own mind – back?
He’s powerless to change anything.
Just like you.
“I’m…” Hesitating, Kadaj shook his head slowly. His voice seemed taut, as though he was fighting back an outburst… of anger, or tears, or something else entirely? “I’m losing mother’s voice…”
Enough of that.
No, he couldn’t explain to his brother what was happening to him. His dilemma. His anguish.
Because if he knew… he might try to stop you.
And that is…
Unacceptable.
If Yazoo got in his way, he wasn’t sure what he would do. Would he really attack his brother? He had come so close before. But… was he really doing this for his brother’s sake? The worries of killing one of the only people in the world that meant something to him were drowned out by bitter accusations of treachery. If Yazoo knew too much about the shards, he might try to take them. He might want them for himself. And Kadaj had sworn that he would be the one to bring about Jenova’s wishes. The Black Materia. Meteor. It was his final, desperate attempt to prove himself. He would let nothing stop him. Nothing.
No need to worry about that pathetic brother of yours…
Once you have all the shards…
Once he had all the shards, it would be over. Nothing would matter. Never again. He would be strong. He would need nobody. He would be…
Alone?
His expression as he turned to his brother was strange. Dangerous, without a doubt. But behind the feline eyes, still burning with that insane malice and bloodlust, there was something hollow and dead.
Inside, Kadaj felt like screaming.
((I'm not happy with this post. *frowns*))
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Post by Yazoo on Jun 23, 2008 13:44:29 GMT -5
Had he really left Kadaj alone for that long, that the other had become so lost and hostile, even to one who had followed him so devotedly before? Again he said nothing for what seemed the longest time, emanating calm confidence in just standing there, looking unaffected but what Kadaj was feeling.But was he?
'He just needs more time.'
His rationality for this was that Kadaj just had to re-adjust to his presence again, to him being there to help him again. The younger didn't have to do this on his own anymore, however long he had been out after this new target while Yazoo was... gone. This is what he thought.
Yazoo's mistake was simple; He didn't see the warning signs because he cared about his brother too much. He had pulled the veil over his own eyes because beneath that ice, he cared about just two people.
One of them was in trouble,
And he just couldn't see it.
"I'm losing mother's voice…"
The Ivory Gunslinger was slightly surprised to hear this, and his brow furrowed lightly. Once again though, he said nothing. 'Mother' was all Kadaj's concept ... He followed her as devotedly as Loz and Yazoo followed the younger. So what did this new development mean? He didn't know, Yazoo just didn't know. It was hard to think with those unsettling eyes turned on him, strange enough to make him uncomfortable.
All he could do for now was keep the younger pacified, he told himself. And the only thing he could do was change the subject.
"Loz has yet to return..." The words felt foolish coming out of his mouth, stating the obvious like so.
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Post by Vincent on Jun 25, 2008 11:16:14 GMT -5
Madness had an audience.
The original Gunslinger was around this area, making a sweep for the Reminant named Kadaj and had managed to come upon two out of the three Remnants. It seemed they had not split up after all, not to mention obviously plotting to take the black materia shards. But why would they just be standing here talking instead of attacking? With how impatient he had gathered the youngest to be in their last encounter. . . not a break would be taken in pursuit of what he wanted. Then again, this Ebony-haired man was not the expert on their personalities, only on what they were: a group of psychotic super-powered clones bent on destroying the planet.
Just because the leader was a Momma's boy.
Sounds of something flying through the air would no doubt filter into their ears of an object that was relatively heavy. The rusting Bustersword came spinning up over the edge of the cliff it had been kicked off of by Kadaj earlier & landed in the original resting place almost exactly as it had been before. If anything, this disproved the Urban Legend that Cloud was the only one who could actually pick up such an uneccesarily big weapon. Both remnants had been exchanging such strong emotions back & forth that it had been rather easy to hone in on them. Or perhaps he had followed the aura of the black Materia?
A moment seemed to be unintentionally given for one dramatic pause, as is if to give the Cloned trio minus one to contemplate what was about to happen. Immediately afterward a mass of crimson & black flashed through the air in front of them both as an inhuman leap came to an end. Gunshots rang out as the 'Mysterious Assassin' somersaulted through the air above them. Upon landing on solid ground he would be facing their backs, more most likely their fronts considering the Clone's reflexes.
Would they remember him at all from their last encounter? The man who had single-handedly delivered the turks Tseng & Elena from their leather clad clutches. Even going so far as to rescue Cloud from their three-on-one assault which the Blonde had begun to loose. And even during that rescue, he had even managed to keep all three of the Clones at bay with mere gunfire while in the form of the Crimson Spectre. Indeed a man like that had a low probability of being entirely forgotten by those he had defied with a stoic nature which put Yazoo to shame.
Vincent Valentine.
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Post by Kadaj on Jul 1, 2008 6:37:38 GMT -5
A flash of anger crossed Kadaj’s face. Yes, Loz was still missing. And in Kadaj’s mind, Loz was at fault in exactly the same way as Yazoo was. They had both left him on his own. They were the reason he had failed to acquire Cloud’s Black Materia shards. But that was not the only reason he was angry.
“You don’t care, do you?” Yazoo had done nothing but change the subject. “You don’t care about mother.”
The accusation crept back into his voice, his grip tightening on the hilt of Souba with an audible creak of leather. He might have said more. He might even have lifted his sword against his own brother once again. But just then, a sound drew his attention. Moments later, a certain ridiculously oversized sword flew over the edge of the cliff and planted itself back in its original resting place – dangerously close to striking the youngest Remnant in the process – with a resonant, metallic thud…
Apparently of its own accord.
“…Tch.”
A brief pause followed this implausible occurrence, during which Kadaj had time only to take a single step towards the sword, his eyes narrowed and full of what seemed to be resentment. Any other might have been moving to look over the edge of the cliff to see exactly who had thrown the sword back up. But it seemed that the Remnant was more concerned with the sheer impudence of that lifeless slab of steel to defy him his petty act of spite. One booted foot was planted on the blade, in preparation to send it spinning over the edge of the precipice once more—
And then Kadaj’s gaze snapped upwards as a crimson blur flew up and over his head, gunshots shattering the quiet. Far too close for comfort. Even though the presence of another should have been easy to deduce (swords did not fly on their own, after all) it was clear that Kadaj was surprised. But the reflexes of the Clones were indeed nothing to be sniffed at, and any bullets which came too close to hitting their mark were blocked with apparently little effort, striking sparks on the twin blades of Souba.
Recognition was visible briefly on Kadaj’s face, replaced almost immediately with a malicious smile.
“Who sent the guard-dog this time, do you think?” The question seemed to be addressed to Yazoo, but he was not expecting an answer. The dog reference quite likely linked to the lingering bitterness from Sephiroth daring to call him a puppy. “Those pathetic Turks? Or our traitorous brother?”
He didn’t really care either way. This man clearly intended to get in his way, and that alone would warrant Kadaj’s violence turned against him full force. Even without the youngest Remnant’s childishly vengeful nature which would demand death brought to the man who had already managed to thwart him before now. Even without the dark shards in his chest, baying for the blood of all existence…
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Post by Yazoo on Jul 2, 2008 12:18:33 GMT -5
Yazoo did not answer Kadaj, his demands about knowing the elder’s position on Jenova would only be fuel for his rage if he ever knew exactly what went on in that head of his Brother. Jenova and her plans had never been a priority to him, never would be. His few goals revolved around his Brothers, his true brothers; Even though one was missing, and he could see the anger that burned in the other’s eyes at this very moment, those were main concern at any given time … Not some voice he couldn’t hear, not some person he had never met.
The sound of the creaking leather reached sensitive ears, louder than any other noise; Their breathing, the words. Would Kadaj really attack his brother? The long haired man didn’t want to know, or find out. He backed down first, unwilling to be drawn into a physical or ever verbal fight with the younger Remnant. It wasn’t worth it to him, it would never be … Right?
Green eyes flickered over to the edge of the cliff as the sound of the sword, immediately followed by the sight of it coming spinning back into their reality interrupted the two brother’s conversation by landing back in the spot they had found it. The Eldest managed not to look surprised at this, but instead reached for his weapon. He didn’t believe in Phenomenon’s like that happening on their own …
The Sephiroth Clone was not disappointed.
Bullets that headed toward the Oldest were sidestepped, allowing the other to gracefully turn and step closer to Kadaj in the same movement. The younger could protect himself just fine, but with the aftereffects of the Black Materia still lingering in Yazoo’s thoughts, he wasn’t about to take any chances. Upon recognizing the familiar figure of the other Gunslinger, the man smiled, slowly. “Vincent Valentine.”
He had met the man twice before, if you could call them meetings. The first time had been when he had liberated the two Turks from Him and His brothers; the second time had been a similar experience, in which he had fled with the Black Sheep. Yes, he remembered, and green eyes narrowed at these thoughts. If he intended to get in their way for a third time …
Yazoo heard Kadaj speak, but he did not answer once again. He was focused on this new threat now, Velvet Nightmare in hand, ready and raised, awaiting Kadaj’s command.
Shoot now, Shoot Later; the command was in the hands of the ‘Momma’s boy’ now.
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Post by Vincent on Jul 3, 2008 18:29:48 GMT -5
He stood there silently for a few moments as he let it sink into their heads who had come to put a stop to them once more. In their brief encounters he had been able to keep all three at bay with the element of surprise. nce more he had surprised them, albiet for a much briefer period than before as they could recognize him easily in this form. Was the enterance worth sacrificing stealth? Not that it mattered to the man who looked less than half his own age. . . one that science had supposedly made Immortal.
Each of these psychotic Sephiroth Clones along with the evil original were all Remnants as far as this man who stood in defiance of them was concerned. They were the results of a sin he had committed long ago in not preventing their creation. Sure one could put all of the blame on Hojo, or perhaps even on ShinRa corporation to allow such a program to be created. All of these Super-human monsters created by science to satisfy the greedy desires of those who funded the research. But in the end, even with most of that blame placed upon Hojo for being the cruel madman that he was. . .some of it still belonged to Valentine. If for nothing else, he had not tried hard enough to stop the woman he cared about from being blinded by silence. As if the image of what made the child wouldn't be blinding enough.
"I came on my own, and I know what you've done."
Sure, the Turks thought they had sent him out here but the fact remained that Vincent did nothing unless he wanted to or felt there was no other way. And the current set of circumstances put him in a position to be responsible for the fate of many people. From how grave Tseng had made the situation sound, the entire planet's fate may have rested on how long he could hold off the Sephiroth clones for at the very least. Perhaps if anyone besides Cloud was capable. . .he was. The power for such a feat rested deep down inside with Chaos, something that could give those Black materia shards a run for their money.
But unlike Yazoo he did not have to wait for orders, shortly after speaking he had taken the brief amount of time neccesary to reload Ceberus fully. After that he wasted no time raising up the gun to fire at the two Sephiroth clones. They may have been fast, but his body seemed to be frozen in time. Each may have possessed a third of the power from Sephiroth, but Vincent had an incredible power all his own. And on top of it all, he had much more expierence in battle than the two of them combined.
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Post by Kadaj on Jul 15, 2008 5:44:38 GMT -5
Feline eyes narrowed slightly at Vincent Valentine’s reply— What he had done? In Kadaj’s mind, everything he had ever done was perfectly justified. This world had tortured him, from the very beginning of his existence. His life was nothing but pain and uncertainty. People lied to him, treated him like a criminal – like a monster – and attacked him simply for existing. And yet, they made it sound like he was to blame. What he had done. Never mind that this time around, Cloud was the one to blame for the deaths of countless innocents. Kadaj had done nothing but pursue him for the shards he carried. If anything, he had prevented Cloud from causing any more harm, by cornering him in Junon. But that was irrelevant.
The only thing he cared about was Mother. And still, people seemed determined to get in his way.
The childish self-justifications, as blinkered and unreasonable as they were, were enough to keep him silent— a thousand angry retorts churned in his mind, but all of it was drowned out by the simple, utterly primitive lust for blood. A veil of darkness, shrouding his thoughts, that fed off the anger and the resentment, and grew, burying what sense was left in him beneath pure, potent violence.
In the few seconds that Vincent had taken to reload Cerberus, Kadaj strode towards him, reaching his brother’s side at the exact moment the ex-Turk levelled the gun at them. The slight nod as he passed would be all the “command” that the elder would require, and Kadaj wasted no more time.
As gunshots rang out once more, the Remnant charged— directly towards Vincent, and into the barrage of bullets. Sparks flew once again as bullets glanced off the blades of Souba. The gap was closed in a matter of seconds, but even as it was, the time available to react was cut dramatically. How many could act so utterly recklessly and live?
Souba cut a deadly arc, the moment Kadaj was within striking distance. The aim of the strike was simple: to remove Vincent Valentine’s gun hand, and with it one part of the danger the man presented to them. Its success would depend on whether Vincent had the speed to match his own…
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Post by Yazoo on Jul 15, 2008 13:58:19 GMT -5
Of course, Kadaj would pick the course of action that would worry his brother most ... though one had to admit, it could be the most effective. The command was not missed by the elder, even though his eyes never left the red-cloaked man for a moment. The longhaired clone was ready, was always ready to eliminate the foes that stood in his and his brother's way. There would be no hesitation, even if Kadaj had told him not to fight a uphill battle, but a sucide mission.
That could possibly be happening now, but he didn't allow himself to think that.
With Kadaj in his line of sight, Yazoo chose to move in as well, streaking in after the younger with unnatrual speed. The two of them were dangrous, the type that could work together without words, but actions that just came to them that suiteed to the other. That was how it had always been, but with the argument they had been having before Vincent had shown, the Black Materia ...
Would they still have that Bond of Brothers?
The Ivory Gunslinger faintly felt Kadaj's intent, and moved to cut off Vincent's escapce from the right side, attacking with the blade of his, well, Gunblade.
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Post by Vincent on Jul 15, 2008 16:16:32 GMT -5
Rushing in recklessly, were they trying to ruin a style that had been perfected by his old age? What a shameless rip-off, coming from his foes. Two super-powered momma's boys were not going to be the end of this Ebony-haired man. Not unless they both went down with him anyway, which was just one more possibility among millions depending on the choices made on all three sides of this conflict. Their brotherly bond would be put to the test against his extremely durable body & years of expierence. Even if thirty of those years had been spent in a coffin. . . his edge was never lost.
Kadaj was blinded with bloodlust, given tunnel vision by the black viel created from harbouring black materia within his body. Vincent knew from expierence what most of his vaguely intelligent enemies went for first: his gunhand. For that reason alone he lured the youngest Sephiroth clone in while risking it all as Yazoo closed in from his right side. Could he match their deadly speed? Even better, he would use it against them as he suddenly dodged to the left in a blur of crimson. This left Souba coming down unstopped to the space that Yazoo's arm was now currently occupying. Would Kadaj take off his very own brother's arm in a blind rage without realizing it?
Off to the side, Valentine had reloaded Cerberus in a flash & began to open fire on the two. Gunfire would begin likely just as the two started to make themselves an untangled mass of Silver hair & black leather. After all they were in public, not somewhere alone in their secret hideout. If they even had a secret hideout this time to call their own. Valentine's reasons for all of this were simple compared to Kadaj's complicated dimentia: never let Meteor be used again.
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Post by Kadaj on Jul 22, 2008 6:43:10 GMT -5
One moment, his target was right in front of him, as good as his, and a thrill of triumph ran through him— the next moment, both were gone, the triumph evaporating into just more anger.
Souba came down regardless or who was in its path. Oh, Kadaj cared about his brother, of course he did, but Yazoo would be fast enough to deal with the stray attack. He knew that by the same means that the brothers were able to synchronize with each other’s movements. He didn’t slow his pace, or hesitate for even a moment, as he swung round to face Vincent, and repeated the previous charge directly at him in what appeared to be sheer, blind rage.
It was not.
Kadaj had always been immature and impulsive, and utterly brutal, but he was not unintelligent. And he found, now that he was not concentrating on fighting off the invading darkness in his mind – now he was drawing on the wrath and the bloodlust it provoked in him rather than trying to suppress it – its pressure on his mind eased greatly. It was still there, still a distraction, but for now, a slightly more ignorable one.
He knew Vincent had the advantage at a distance— maybe not so much over Yazoo, as a gunslinger himself, but Kadaj could not simply block bullets forever. Magic was one option, but perhaps a predictable one, and draining at that. He had not fully recovered from the sheer exhaustion caused by using the Black Materia shards, and he could feel it. Unstable due to its fragmented nature, the Materia had drawn far more of his energy than could be completely safe. He had said nothing of it to his brother, but at that moment, when he had used the dark power in Junon, it had been vaguely reminiscent of dying…
As the distance once more closed, a slight, almost imperceptible gesture from the youngest Remnant brought monsters bursting from the shadows of the rocky crags around Vincent. Shadow Creepers, about a dozen, and they bore down on the crimson-mantled ex-Turk from all directions. Kadaj had waited until the last minute to summon them, in the hope that Vincent would not have time to react. The Creepers may not be particularly powerful, but they made the perfect distraction, and made sure Vincent wouldn’t dodge him so easily this time.
He did not target the gun hand again— that may well be too predictable. At the very last moment, he leapt, bringing Souba down in an almost vertical slash from above.
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Post by Yazoo on Jul 22, 2008 11:08:40 GMT -5
A frown marred the elder clone's face as the Gunslinger vanished, leaving him on a collision course with Kadaj. Normally, this wouldn't of been good, but they could handle something like this, they knew how the other would react to the situation.
And it seemed Kadaj was leaving it up to him to save himself.
The Eldest clone turned his wrist so that Velvet Nightmare was on it's side, before gathering his strength and jumping up into the air, high enough to front flip over the incoming Kadaj. He was spared from any incident, but the man's silvery locks weren't so lucky. It was only a couple inches though, nothing too bad.
If he were a lesser man (Or human at all), Yazoo might of been pissed off. But he wasn't, there were more important things than something more trivial. Like the youngest remnant's continuous suicidal runs. Yazoo didn't bother to wait until he landed to attack at Vincent, squeezing off shots in mid-air and on his landing. He worked around Kadaj, around his Shadow Creepers, Velvet Nightmare's Aim always true in it's attempt to strike, maim, and basically kill Vincent Valentine.
He wouldn't let anyone get in their way. ((Told you it would suck.))
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