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Post by Tseng on Jan 14, 2008 10:08:36 GMT -5
Tseng had gratefully handed over Cloud to the two men who rushed out to him, before drawing his handgun once more and returning to Rufus's side, sparing only a glance of mild distaste at his bloodstained suit.
He could only watch as Aerith put herself in danger, his duty to the President keeping him from doing anything about it. But luckily, Sephiroth was more interested in Kadaj...
Kadaj, who had noted their attempts to retreat, and who chose to do something about that by blowing up a helicopter.
Tseng once again placed himself between Rufus and the danger; this time flying debris from the ruined chopper. And once again, luck had it that none of the debris happened to fly in their exact direction. Staring with well-hidden dismay at the burning wreck, Tseng was thankful that they still had a second... but he could only hope that the remnant didn't destroy that one, too.
Very well, he would stand his ground here until the President was safely out of Junon... But then, Rufus spoke, and his request caught the Turk off guard. He was about to protest when he noticed the gesture towards the helicopter, and immediately realised what Rufus was planning. He gave another quick, but polite bow, saying nothing, and strode back to the chopper.
((*is lazy and doesn't finish the post properly* <_< *shot*))
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Yazoo
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Post by Yazoo on Jan 14, 2008 10:36:31 GMT -5
He couldn't remember coming back to life.
That voice had been there, one that Kadaj had called 'Mother' before he had died. The warmth, the finality, the end, being back in the lifestream: That's what it should of been, the end of the oldest remnant. Death; as most call it. Yazoo had Died.
So, why was he here?
He had woken up in the middle of the desert, his first words being something along the lines of, "Dam.nit Loz, turn off the sun." Or another random like that. Barely awake he had realized that something was wrong, so terribly wrong. He had tensed immediately, moving quickly from his prostate position by pushing back onto the balls of his feet, in a crouching position. Narrowed green eyes scanned the empty wasteland as a reflex, always on the lookout for danger.
It was at that time the long haired Sephiroth clone realized that he was back.
And alone.
All he could do was follow the call, the wild desperate call that had grabbed the oldest Sephiroth clone and not let him go. He didn't even know where he was, nor did it matter. One of his brother's was in trouble, that much he knew. The lift wasn't working, and the long haired man had simply resorted to climbing up the innumerable amount of stairs toward wherever he was going. Eventually that too had become tiring, and with all his cat-like grace Yazoo had jumped onto the side railing and continued his ascent in a more unconventional manner. By grabbing the edge of the staircase above him and pulling himself up.
He wasn't worried about falling; no, the thought hadn't even crossed the clone's mind. He did however, have enough sense to flick the safety on Velvet Nightmare, which was usually off in the first place. It was his own dam.n fault if he shot himself in the foot.
He finally made it, standing silently and wide-eyed as Yazoo watched and took in the scene before him. Kadaj was bleeding on the ground, the place stank of blood, materia, and Sephiroth. At least to him anyway. His sensitive nose wrinkled in an unconscious movement as he watched the Turks leave their President, over to the helicopter on the side of the building.
He could seriously care less about them, his only focus was his brother.
With all the grace that was usually assosiated with himself and the man he was modeled after, Yazoo took three steps foward and unholstered Velvet Nightmare, filcking off the saftey before squeezing the trigger. A shot rang out, hitting the floor just to the left of the young blond human who had been so troublesome before.
"Don't you go near him. " He hissed dangrously at Rufus, voice low and tight with anger. That wound on his little brother was definatly a stab wound, but he had no idea where it came from. In fact, Yazoo had no idea about anything that was going on. White materia, Black materia, Cloud; he didn't know or care. His current goal was getting them away from Kadaj.
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Post by Kadaj on Jan 14, 2008 11:21:27 GMT -5
Shiva, why did it hurt so much? Trying to calm his erratic breathing, Kadaj remained where he was, on his knees, head bowed, clutching his wounded shoulder... utterly helpless.
Distantly, he heard the President's request to the Turks to leave them alone. Was Rufus planning to mock him? Kick him while he was down? Or finish him off? Well, he wouldn't die so easily. But as he lifted his hand to retrieve Souba, the pain shot through his shoulder once more and lanced down his spine. A horrible, paralyzing agony, and he almost choked as his breath caught in his throat.
Damn Sephiroth to hell! And damn Cloud! If it weren't for the blonde's attempts to use the Black Materia, he wouldn't be so badly injured. Because he was badly injured, and it wasn't just the stab wound in his shoulder. The Shadow Flare had been a crushing blow, and his entire body had suffered from it.
Something prickled at the edge of his senses, and at first he tried to push it away, thinking it was Sephiroth trying to pull his strings again. He wouldn't be used by the one-winged angel. He refused. But the sense was insistent, calling... and at length, he was forced to pay it mind. That was when it hit him, that familiar presence that had been missing for so long. It wasn't Sephiroth.
There was a gunshot, and then a new voice, a wonderfully familiar voice, rang out nearby. Kadaj lifted his head wearily, forcing his eyes to focus on the new arrival. No, not Sephiroth, for all the similarities.
“Brother...”
So, he wasn't alone any more.
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Rufus Shinra
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Post by Rufus Shinra on Jan 15, 2008 1:58:03 GMT -5
Rufus sighed, sweeping a hand through his golden hair. Then, spreading his arms wide in a sort of hug/shrug motion, he took a series of steps forward. He spoke, using that businesslike tone that was about as close to friendly as he got in public. “Kadaj, I must apologize for what happened here. Your arm in particular. If not for that, further injury might have been avoided....” He was treading dangerous ground there, but he continued on as if it were nothing. His methodical advance in steps did not though. “However, understand that I did not want to see Cloud killed in such a fashion. You will find that modern science has methods of removing foreign objects that are....far less primitive, lets say.” His ear strained for any giveaway noises from the helicopter, but Rufus did not dare look. A single stray glance could betray everything.
“Now, it would appear that we share a common enemy. With this newfound revelation, I wish to-“ The president did not go any further, for right then a sudden clang of steel rang out from near his feet. It did not take a genius to figure out that he had just been shot at. Half turning, Rufus just barely contained his shock at finding the second of the triplets. This was not good. He adapted though, extending an arm to the newcomer in what might be considered a friendly indicative gesture. “How timely! It is Yazoo, correct?” Rufus lowered the arm. “Perhaps you would like to listen in? This involves you just as much as it concerns your brother.”
The president did his best to seem friendly under the circumstances, not wanting to look worried at the presence of a second enemy. After all, for this distraction to work, he did not want to be seen as an enemy. He was just a bystander making a deal. The odds of Kadaj accepting what he was about to offer were slim, but he did not need him to accept. He needed him to listen.
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Post by Yazoo on Jan 16, 2008 16:53:51 GMT -5
Alone.
It was a concept Yazoo had little experience with. While he might of been separated from his brothers physically for some amount of time, they had always remained connected, sharing a deep, almost physic-like bond that kept them bound together. It was how he had known where they where without the use of a phone, or any other communication device. . . And it was much more personal.
But now he felt isolated, without the welcome invasiveness of the others in his mind. It was horrible, the silence besides his own thoughts. The long haired man stood up, still looking around, trying to spot something, anything that looked familiar. Yet he found nothing, no landmarks, no-
A glint of silver metal flashed out of the corner of his eye, and Yazoo whirled around, ready to fight. His hand reached down for Velvet Nightmare, but found that the gun was not there. No matter, he had killed with his bare hands before and could do it again.
The eldest clone's eyes flickered to Kadaj as he heard the other call to him, but he didn't keep his gaze in that direction for too long. Piercing green eyes with Mako qualities in them where focused on the ShinRa President, daring to take a few more bold steps toward Rufus and his fallen brother, boots falling to make for heavy footsteps .Velvet Nightmare was no longer aimed at the floor, as should be expected; the crosshairs where lined up almost center of the man's chest, just slightly to the left. At his heart, of course; one only received a warning shot from Yazoo once. . . If they where lucky enough for that.
"Back away President." Yazoo said, ignoring the blond's attempts to play nice with his own insistence as he himself came with a few dozen yards of the pair. Yes, he did intend to come and get Kadaj himself, even if he had to go straight through Rufus, the Turks, and anyone else who was foolish enough to get in his way. Silvery hair seemed to shift with constant movement, and the elder Sephiroth Clone was giving off agitation of a caged animal, just without the pacing.
But there was a different story going on behind the scenes. The prickling Kadaj felt became a full on rush of concern, delight and confusion; a whirlwind of just pure energy emotion without words.
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Post by Kadaj on Jan 17, 2008 10:05:20 GMT -5
After what had seemed like forever with nothing but his own thoughts and that terrible, empty silence, the sudden restoration of the bond with his brother, and the powerful rush of pure feeling that accompanied it, was overwhelming, and Kadaj almost lost himself in it entirely. His own emotions – elation, relief, an almost pitiful sense of dependency – were wild and utterly child-like in their potency and lack of control. This was his brother, one of his true brothers, finally with him again. The presence in his mind was comforting – totally unlike Sephiroth’s forceful, oppressive, suffocating control over him, the mere memory of which inspired in him intense anger and loathing – Yazoo’s strength of mind became part of his own strength of mind, and it was with renewed ferocity and sense of purpose that Kadaj turned his feral, cat-like gaze back on the President.
Perhaps the reunion alone would have been enough of a distraction to allow Rufus and the Turks to escape, but the blonde man chose to keep talking, and it was this that had drawn Kadaj’s attention once more. Rufus was always talking, always his proposals and promises and lies. He may be feral and child-like, but the remnant was not stupid. Kadaj had discovered for himself just how untrustworthy the President was… and the mere fact that Rufus was trying his “nice” act made him suspicious. It meant that Rufus wanted something… always something for his own benefit… or… or…
The helicopter. He could hear it, suddenly; the engine, the throbbing pulse of the propeller blades. Cloud was on that helicopter, he knew, and still embedded in Cloud’s chest was his prize… two shards, which, when added to the one he already possessed, would mean that he had more than Sephiroth… and surely, if he succeeded where Sephiroth failed, mother would love him more… Two shards, which he needed.
“Trying to run away with my Materia, Mr. President?” Pain seared through him as he forced himself to his feet, freezing his lungs and for a moment rendering him unable to speak. He swayed slightly, looking rather unstable, but his eyes were narrowed, and burning with rage. He’d left Souba on the ground, unable to wield it, thanks to his injuries… but he didn’t need it. He still had plenty of Materia in his left arm… and now his brother was here, too.
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Rufus Shinra
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Post by Rufus Shinra on Jan 19, 2008 13:55:23 GMT -5
(Sorry about both the wait and the crappy post you get for it. I’ve been trying to figure out the inner workings of Gmod so I can eventually start a webcomic with it.
Also, I wasn’t sure if Rufus knew Sephiroth had the rest of the Black Materia or not. So now he does. =D)
Rufus’s eyes followed Yazoo in silence as he migrated towards his brother, that damned gun trained on him. In all honesty, this was the worst luck he could have had. Kadaj was dangerous, but in his wounded state he was much more manageable. He might have even been able to finish the man off if he was quick enough. But now things had changed. Any attempts on Kadaj’s life would by stifled by the new arrival, and most likely countered as well. And then, the worst possible outcome: Kadaj had seen through the ruse.
Or had he? He only heard the drone of the helicopter. He could suspect, sure, but had no real way to be certain. That was why, in his more businesslike tone, Rufus spoke again. “You mean attempting to figure out a way to remove it without butchering Mr. Strife? Yes, I would say I am.” Alright, so that was a bit dangerous. Now to continue from where he had left off before Yazoo’s appearance. “However, it would seem that we both have something new to worry about.” He shoved one hand in his pocket, turning to the side. “Of course, I refer to Sephiroth.”
And there it was. Right there, just like that. The taboo name he hoped would help sidetrack Kadaj once more. The president began to pace, circling the brothers as his speech went on. “Not only do you two seem to be.....at odds, but if I am not mistaken he also carries the remainder of your precious materia.” Now the part that could help save him or kill him. “You look at me with disdain. And I will admit, I deserve it to some degree. After all, Tseng did shoot you despite our arrangement.....” Rufus stopped pacing about here, on the total opposite side from the chopper. “While it seems he moved to protect the woman, it was not in accordance with my instructions and I apologize.” Total bullshit, of course, but what else was he about to say? He actually had more, but decided he would await a response from them first. If he kept up this monologue they would suspect a planned speech or something. Not that it would be a far cry from the actuality....
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Post by Yazoo on Jan 20, 2008 20:56:40 GMT -5
Yazoo caught the incoming attack with one hand, the blade of his attacker pressing into the palm of his hand and leaving a deep cut. He hissed in pain, bringing up one leg and twisting it so that his knee was pointing to the side before kicking the man square in the mid-section, sending him flying away from the Clone. Yazoo snarled, green eyes narrowed dangerously as he pounced on his opponent, his bleeding hand grabbing the man's throat and squeezing tightly.
-Crack-
His neck snapped easily, and all movement from the struggling of his attacker under him ceased. The long haired remnant breathed out, then inhaled again normally before standing up. He didn't understand what was going on, or know where he was. This was madness, and it troubled him greatly. The eldest clone raised his bleeding palm up in the hair, watching as blood dripped down his wrist and onto his leather clad arm. 'Cure.' He thought absently, not even bothering to think that if Velvet Nightmare hadn't followed him out of the Lifestream, his Materia wouldn't of either.
He was pleasantly surprised to find that it actually had. At least something was going right.
Yazoo seriously had no idea what was going on, but he was a little bit more relived when Kadaj stood, and the younger's rush of emotions came at him like a fast moving train. The clone exhaled lightly, though his gaze never once strayed from the white-clothed young man he knew as Rufus Shinra. With his brother standing, that only made for less of a distraction. . . But the helicopter added for a new one. Materia? Just what did his brother want now from the Turks and their leader? And if it was just materia, why where they after it too?
The long haired man might as well of formed a big question mark in his little brother's head, though his face was completely neutral. He knew the other wouldn't be able to explain it to him in this situation, or through their link, but Yazoo made it known he was behind the times. He would, of course, faithfully follow the other into whatever he chose to do. . . So long as Kadaj chose not to endanger his life. He was the older brother after all, he was supposed to keep Loz and Kadaj safe.
And now what was this about a common enemy in Sephiroth? Wasn't Sephiroth gone? What of the reunion? Why was the black sheep involved in any of this materia-hunting?
Just what the h.ell had happened while he was gone?
As Rufus paced away from the now starting helicopter and away from Yazoo, the Elder clone moved in after him and straight to Kadaj. He didn't say anything, only stood next to the smalled bodied clone and rest his right hand on the Remnant's injured shoulder. His arm began to glow a soft blue with the obvious signs of using materia; and which materia it was became even more apparent when the energy started to transfer down into the younger, clotting severed veins before starting to mend everything back together.
The crosshairs of his weapon never stopped tracking Rufus for a moment, his finger always ready on the trigger.
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Post by Kadaj on Jan 31, 2008 7:47:29 GMT -5
((My apologies for the wait... and for this rubbish post... ' )) Kadaj was only glaring at Rufus as the President spoke… yes, with open disdain. He didn’t care whether Cloud lived or died; only the Materia mattered. And yes, Sephiroth’s name provoked the usual flare of anger and hatred, but the remnant’s eyes only narrowed slightly, and he neither said nor did anything more. Yazoo’s confusion was understandable under the circumstances – a lot had happened between Kadaj’s own resurrection and now – but of course, now wasn’t the time for explanations. The younger Sephiroth clone glanced up at his brother momentarily as Yazoo moved to stand beside him, wordless gratitude projected through their link, before his gaze was fixed back on Rufus once more. Things were beginning to look more in his favour again, now that his brother was here, and Sephiroth had left, and he felt rather more in control – which was exactly how he liked it. If Rufus so much as set a foot wrong, he would let Yazoo know in an instant, and his brother could put a bullet though the young president’s heart. “You’re always talking, Mr. President. Don’t you think I know by now, not to trust a word you say?” The high, childish note had crept back into Kadaj’s voice once more, and he lifted both hands slightly, palms upturned, ignoring the dull, lingering ache of his now-healed shoulder. “You talk about a ‘common enemy’ as though you expect us to rush to join forces with you against him. Tell me, Sir, what can you and your Turks do against Sephiroth?” What was Rufus planning by putting them between himself and the helicopter? Trying to draw his attention away again? All it took was one well-aimed magic attack and that chopper would end up like the first – and it would almost undoubtedly take out Rufus’s “miracle bodyguards” at the same time. With a short, cold laugh, Kadaj shook his head, and when he spoke again, his voice was lower, and threatening. “There’s nothing I want from you but the shards of the Black Materia. I’ll deal with Sephiroth myself, once those shards are mine. If I were you, I’d hand Cloud over. Then, maybe I’ll let you leave… in a better state than our treacherous brother is in now…”
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Post by Four Fiends on Feb 10, 2008 2:16:11 GMT -5
(And now for Rufus’s way out. Suck it down!)
“I don’t think that will happen, pawn.”
A yellow blur streaked from the sky, dropping into the point between Rufus and the brothers. From her apparent speed one might think that there would be a thud, or possible injury to the one who had fallen. But there was no such outcome. The yellow, scantly clad woman touched down silently and gracefully, landing in a crouch with her head bowed so that her hair obscured her face. Then, her chin rose ever so slightly, so that eyes were now visible behind the veil. The man before her was the one holding the Black Materia, but he seemed too injured to hold onto it for much longer. More importantly, both he and the one next to him held Jenova cells. Of course, their were more like chains than anything, tethering them back to their “mother.” Barbariccia pitied them.
After a moments pause she climbed into a standing position, taking her leisurely time in doing so. She flipped her hair back with a flip of the head, so that the long train no longer obscured her vision. Her left hand went to her hip as her right migrated to her face, placing a delicate finger upon her pursed lips as if in thought. “Sorry, but I won’t let you take the blonde today. Either of them.” Barbariccia tilted her head back to give Rufus a wink, despite the fact that he was as out of the loop as the brothers. “But I was fortunate. Who would have thought a young man like you would have a part of the Malebolg?”
(I probably should have tried harder due to my extended leave of absence, but whatever. Rufus will come in when Kadaj and Yazoo have reacted.
And yes, there is a reason for Barbariccia letting Cloud’s materia get away.)
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Post by Yazoo on Feb 14, 2008 16:39:09 GMT -5
The eldest clone remained silent during the exchange between the Young Shin-Ra and his brother, allowing his arm to fall back to his side when the younger remnant shrugged him off. The Sephiroth look-alike hadn't missed the grateful glace, or the projected feelings... Most of his attention was just focused outward though, at Rufus and the helicopter. Heightened senses that alerted the man of the streak of yellow's presence just moments before she actually spoke.
Now came the hard part; Did his priority's change from the ShinRa to this newcomer? He knew for certain that the blond man could use a weapon, and most likely had it on him. The Ivory Gunslinger allowed his breath to escape through his nose, a small snort of frustration as his gaze shifted to the woman, who made her move to stand. His line of fire soon followed, though he had yet to pull the trigger on either of them.
His ever-serious face remained unfaltering, a slight shift in his body weight bringing him forward and closer to Kadaj's shoulder. He knew better than to fully shield the youngest-- The remnant was a fighter too, not someone who needed constant care and protection in the physical sense. Mentally, on the other hand... was a diffrent story
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Post by Kadaj on Feb 18, 2008 6:48:45 GMT -5
((Jeez Rufus, overkill much? I was gonna let you go anyways. D: You’re just being a sadist, now.)) The voice that rang out in response to his own words was new to Kadaj, but it held the same condescending tone that Sephiroth used when he spoke to him, and resentment was quick to replace the initial confusion in his mako eyes. He didn’t know who this stranger was – or what, as she was clearly not human – but the simple fact that she was another obstacle, hindering his efforts to retrieve the shards of the Black Materia, was enough to stir the violent anger within him. The recurring trend of coming so close to the objective, and falling at the final hurdle – as he had done previously; and as Sephiroth had done before him – was infuriating. He had had Rufus exactly where he wanted him, at least in his own mind, and it would not have been long until he possessed three of the five shards… His eyes were burning with rage, his pupils so contracted they were barely visible, and yet the only other sign of his anger was in the visible tensing throughout his body as he forced restraint upon himself. Kadaj may be little more than an impulsive, emotional child, but he was not stupid… and now the unwavering calm, which emanated from his brother through the link they shared, served to balance his own emotions. It affected him as though it was part of his own mind, and he drew upon that strength and control. He repeated the word in his mind: Malebolg. ‘A part of the Malebolg’…? It was his turn to form a ‘question mark’ in the mind of his brother, at a loss as to what it was Barbariccia was talking about… at least at first. His own mind was so preoccupied with the Black Materia, that it did not take long for him to make the association. In fact, as he was now he would have likely decided the stranger was after the Black Materia whether she was or not, so absorbed was he with the idea of gathering all of the shards. But now it was not only that vague, indistinct voice that echoed in his mind – strange, faceless, and yet perfectly familiar – which was driving his fervent obsession. The shard embedded in his chest seared like fire; the raw, dark energy that bled from it was intoxicating. This was one of the elements that had driven Cloud to his insanity. The black, tainted soul that had been part of the Lifestream which had formed this Materia; the promise of power… the shards called to each other, wilfully seeking… a Reunion? Kadaj’s eyes flickered slightly even as his gaze remained fixed on Barbariccia. So, there would be a Reunion after all. But not as there had been before. The Black Materia would be completed, and Meteor summoned; not only because mother wished it, but because Meteor itself wished it. And there would be no Sephiroth, this time. “Kadaj” would be the name, spoken with fear and trepidation. And mother… Mother would… So, Rufus had been right. Another recurring trend. The cycle of souls would inevitably cause history to repeat itself; it would bring its Jenovas and Sephiroths, time and time again… But this time, he would break the cycle. This time, there would be no failure. He refused to fail. Nobody… NOBODY would get in his way. He dropped his gaze suddenly, head bowed so that his hair obscured his face, lifting one hand to his chest, where the single shard was buried, already beginning to corrode from within… and his voice, when he spoke, was almost eerily calm, holding neither the childish inflection it had held before, nor the intense, pent-up emotion that might be expected considering the anger he had displayed not moments ago. He might not notice it himself, and indeed he would probably refuse to accept it if he did, but at that moment, it was not Kadaj, but Sephiroth who spoke. “If it’s the Black Materia you’re here for, I’m afraid I’ll have to disappoint you. You see, it belongs to mother; she brought it with her from the skies, but for some reason, people seem to think they can steal it from her.” Kadaj lifted his head, fixing his gaze on Barbariccia once more. It was clear now, something was happening to the shard. Dark energy was gathering under Kadaj’s palm, writhing as though it had a mind of its own, and was trying to break free. It was far more controlled than Cloud’s Shadow Flare had been – although, it was only one shard, and Cloud had held three at the time – but still, his control was obviously not perfect. The energy was dark in a manner that it seemed to draw light from the surroundings into it, consuming it. And it was draining Kadaj’s own energy in that manner, as the remnant forced more power into it; just as it had drained Cloud, and left him unconscious. Kadaj’s expression wavered; pain, and what may have been surprise at that pain, was momentarily visible in his eyes, pitifully childlike. His hand tightened on his chest, closing into a fist, and the sharp breath he drew in was an audible half-gasp. But his expression darkened once more, and the corner of his mouth curled into a barely visible smirk. “I must apologize, but I will have those shards. Even if, to get them, I have to kill every, single, one of you!” With the last words, Kadaj had thrown out his hand, flinging the dark magic towards Barbariccia and Rufus; a far smaller, less impressive attack than Cloud’s had been, but still potent. He didn’t care whether it hit or not. He didn’t care about much at the moment, beyond the Black Materia. But he wouldn’t get a chance to do much else about it, because even as the dark energy flew from him, his eyes widened in surprise; breath catching in his throat. For a moment, he swayed violently on his feet, and then dropped to his hands and knees. Oh, he was still conscious; just. But this was nothing that could be fixed with Cure magic. His breathing was laboured and shuddering, his eyes dull and unfocussed, as he struggled to simply stay awake. Panic; and he threw that panic at Yazoo, through their link. He had left himself vulnerable, and he knew it. His choice to use the Black Materia had been utterly reckless, and now… ((That was a –weird– post. I have no idea where that came from. It just kinda happened. ’’ Oh and Ru, I can’t be bothered to post as Tseng. Do whatever you like with the ‘copter situation. *lazy*))
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Post by Rufus Shinra on Feb 20, 2008 1:04:44 GMT -5
Rufus could not help but feel further apprehension as his diplomatic efforts went on. Not only was this exploding in his face, but Kadaj actually seemed to be back to his prior attitude. That damned cocky tone, something that might be mistaken as a child’s arrogance or more violent naivety had he not had the power to back up every word, was still present. Perhaps he had been too rash in his orders against the man. But what other way was there to stop Kadaj back there, to spare Cloud’s life? The blond man had caused the president much trouble in the past, but those were under different circumstances. Now that they could be seen as something of allies, he was a most valuable asset.
That, and it prevented the remnant from getting another piece of that cursed Materia.
When it seemed that Rufus had been backed into a corner, his own personal deus ex machina arrived on the scene. He at first only stared at the almost naked being resembling a woman, somehow unable to comprehend what he was seeing. It was not often that scantly clad yellow ladies plummeted from the sky and declared that they would resume your fight for you. She even gave him a wink, as if he were in on the whole thing. And that word, “Malebolg.” At first not quite understanding what the object could possibly be, it became obvious even before Kadaj spoke. Considering the way events were unfolding, what the hell else could they be talking about?
But if that is the case, something doesn’t add up. Why would she go after the tougher prey when far easier meat is but a helicopter away? And with more pieces to boot. Rufus’s cool eyes narrowed. My first guess would have been that she doesn’t know he has them. But she somehow knew that Kadaj did. That means she would have either watched enough of the fight to see him put it in himself, or she can sense them. In either case she would not be ignorant.
There was no more time for thought when the young remnant began to use a very familiar looking technique. He could not help but recognize it; he had witnessed it just moments ago. Knowing the attack could easily pass through something and strike him, the president dipped back in his stance and leaned outward, his arms up in a reflexive boxer position. It would not do anything against such a power, but it was all that came to mind. He had not even considered the newcomer and what she might be able to do....
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Post by Four Fiends on Feb 24, 2008 6:19:09 GMT -5
Barbariccia stood with her arms crossed, regarding the injured man with a wispy smile. It was clear that he held the Malebolg. She could feel it pulsing within him, bringing decay to his body and nature. She had expected whoever held any portion of the desired treasure to be a man of power, able to defend it from whatever predators might seek its might. What she saw before her, however, was not what she had envisioned. This sad, wounded specimen of a human, his eyes betraying his growing rage and childish dreams. What was more, he was nothing more than a puppet; a pawn doomed to be manipulated by the cells within him until death. The difference between Kadaj and herself was almost humorous, considering that the Jenova cells had been her liberator.
That was when he spoke. The smile faded some, the eyes holding a vague curiosity within. The words, they were.....different. It was as if they came from another person. As if he himself had become another person. Any other time she would have gleefully mocked him for his naïve words. Here though, she was amazed at the sudden transformation that had occurred without warning.
What is this? He still says the same things, but there is a new atmosphere about him. How can this....?
The Fiend’s eyes strayed to Kadaj’s palms, where a most sinister energy had begun to gather. There was no mistaking where this power came from, and by extension how much damage it could most likely do. She could dodge it, WOULD dodge it. But there was a problem: Rufus Shinra. If she avoided the offensive it would continue on its path and strike down the helicopter at his back, most likely killing its recipient within. That would be easier, but I would never hear the end of Cagnazzo’s whining if I let it happen. No choice then.
Barbariccia brought up her arms to shield her face, as if it could repel the spell of corruption. The mass of blackness hit her head-on, pitching her off her feet and into god knows what. She felt two impacts during her flight; one soft and one notably rougher. When the blast had subsided, as well as the daze that came with it, her collisions were painfully obvious. Her body had hit the president and thrown him clear, at which point she collided with the helicopter. There was even a small indention in the hull where she had made contact.
She had to force herself to her feet at first, slightly wobbly from the hit she had taken. One hand rubbed her spinning head while the other forced her up. In the end, however, she found that her inhuman frame could support herself. Her wounds were heavy, but she could at least move. First, however, her gaze fell upon Rufus. Her voice had no anger, but was plainly irritated.
“Disappear from here, before I decide to pursue you instead.”
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Yazoo
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Post by Yazoo on Mar 3, 2008 17:02:01 GMT -5
To hear Sephiroth's voice again... From his brother no less... was suprising. The One Winged Angel, was he trying to take over the youngest Remnate again? Or was there something else going on that he didn't know about? Yazoo and Loz were lucky; while they where 'clones' of the ex-SOLDIER, they held no connection to him or Jenova like Kadaj did. No voices, no unwanted pulls to do something... just the three of them.
They were the only ones that mattered, as far as Yazoo was concerened. Shin-ra and anyone else where below them.
And as if to prove that connection and that sense of preservation, when the small dark flame of unknown orign burst fowth from the younger, Yazoo suddenly fired at both the woman and the young President. It was off the mark, but wether that was planned or not would remain unknown to the two. The long-haired clone was an excllent marksman, but wasn't known for his pacitence. So, what had really happened?
The woman had been sent flying, and the mix of Panic and dulled pain shot through Yazoo; one not of his own. It was Kadaj's, he realized in an instant, then had pulled the trigger as the other dropped to the ground. He was quick about it, his free arm firmly wrapped around his brother's middle befor hauling him up. Loz had monsterous strength compared to the other brothers, but Yazoo did a good job of supporting them both.
They needed to get out of here. Even if Kadaj wanted those shards of this dark materia, it wasn't worth his life.
I've got you.
That's what his actions and the feeling he sent to the remnate seemed to say. The Ivory Gunslinger heard the noise the Fiend made on impact with the Helicopter, and spared her a dark glance before starting to back up. If she interfeared... Velvet Nightmare's bullets would find a home in her already injured body, his glance promised that.
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