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towerofanimus2012-06-24 04:12 pm
sonofabox) wrote in towerofanimus2012-06-24 04:12 pm
Entry tags:
[I] Intro
Characters: Yazoo and open!
Setting: Floor 4 (Window lounge)
Format: Prose first, then I'll match! I'm a-okay with either.
Summary: Yazoo wakes up in a subpar tower, initiates poker face.
Warnings: He isn't a nice guy, but none yet!
The nerve of humans at times was enough to get even under his skin.
Yazoo had read the little notes explaining his supposed predicament with his usual disinterest, and swiftly disposed of any notion that any of it was true. So some higher up type was taking him for a fool. As usual. A destroyed universe, gaudy white clothes and unknown forces playing gods was all good fun and games, but even Yazoo had his limits.
Taking his perfectly functional gunblade and replacing it with the one Brother had cleaved in half simply went too far.
Already having disposed of the provided attire, Yazoo was in his leathers and out stalking through the hallways. The gunblade was holstered to his back, the sheath would at least conceal the fact that the weapon was ruined. Perhaps the mere notion of being armed would be intimidating enough to get easy answers out of whatever personnel Yazoo would come across.
After a while, he came across a room walled by windows.
The long-haired remnant stared at what seemed like an endless sea of clouds that stretched as far as he could see through the tall, floor length windows. His own reflection stared back at him, eyes appearing dull even with their unearthly glow. Questions ran through his mind, each one clutching tightly at his chest as they bore at him. He wouldn't let whatever feelings he had consume his thoughts for now, Yazoo thought himself much too rational a being to waste time on such things. The remnant had long since found, well, as far as he could remember being his own individual anyway, that he worked better when whatever thoughts and emotions he had were set firmly aside. They would only serve to hold him back and disrupt his concentration. He simply didn't have time for such human opulence. Kadaj and Loz had the emotions pretty much covered on their base anyway.
Yazoo briskly turned away from his reflection and the gloomy view as his thoughts drifted back to his family. He needed to find a control room, first and foremost. He hadn't failed to notice the structure of the building was off, like everything else since he'd woken up. He hadn't been aware that buildings of this height still stood in Edge, nor had he seen a single exit sign or fire escape in the dark, looming hallways. Not to mention these were the first windows he'd seen at all.
It was of little consequence in any case, Yazoo would find whoever was audacious enough to drag him here in the first place, buldgeon them with what was left of Velvet Nightmare and make a quick, untroubled exit.
OOC note: I know this took me forever to post arghgfhg... I'm sorry it's so late. I kept putting it off for one reason or another and here we are.
Setting: Floor 4 (Window lounge)
Format: Prose first, then I'll match! I'm a-okay with either.
Summary: Yazoo wakes up in a subpar tower, initiates poker face.
Warnings: He isn't a nice guy, but none yet!
The nerve of humans at times was enough to get even under his skin.
Yazoo had read the little notes explaining his supposed predicament with his usual disinterest, and swiftly disposed of any notion that any of it was true. So some higher up type was taking him for a fool. As usual. A destroyed universe, gaudy white clothes and unknown forces playing gods was all good fun and games, but even Yazoo had his limits.
Taking his perfectly functional gunblade and replacing it with the one Brother had cleaved in half simply went too far.
Already having disposed of the provided attire, Yazoo was in his leathers and out stalking through the hallways. The gunblade was holstered to his back, the sheath would at least conceal the fact that the weapon was ruined. Perhaps the mere notion of being armed would be intimidating enough to get easy answers out of whatever personnel Yazoo would come across.
After a while, he came across a room walled by windows.
The long-haired remnant stared at what seemed like an endless sea of clouds that stretched as far as he could see through the tall, floor length windows. His own reflection stared back at him, eyes appearing dull even with their unearthly glow. Questions ran through his mind, each one clutching tightly at his chest as they bore at him. He wouldn't let whatever feelings he had consume his thoughts for now, Yazoo thought himself much too rational a being to waste time on such things. The remnant had long since found, well, as far as he could remember being his own individual anyway, that he worked better when whatever thoughts and emotions he had were set firmly aside. They would only serve to hold him back and disrupt his concentration. He simply didn't have time for such human opulence. Kadaj and Loz had the emotions pretty much covered on their base anyway.
Yazoo briskly turned away from his reflection and the gloomy view as his thoughts drifted back to his family. He needed to find a control room, first and foremost. He hadn't failed to notice the structure of the building was off, like everything else since he'd woken up. He hadn't been aware that buildings of this height still stood in Edge, nor had he seen a single exit sign or fire escape in the dark, looming hallways. Not to mention these were the first windows he'd seen at all.
It was of little consequence in any case, Yazoo would find whoever was audacious enough to drag him here in the first place, buldgeon them with what was left of Velvet Nightmare and make a quick, untroubled exit.
OOC note: I know this took me forever to post arghgfhg... I'm sorry it's so late. I kept putting it off for one reason or another and here we are.