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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.
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[Hojo was already experiencing some of the effects of the collars' malfunctioning, his genetic structure deteriorating, mutating, but he scarcely seemed to mind the spike-like appendages rising from his back, or his distorted body. He had experienced this before, although the change had been much more rapid. It was interesting, worth studying, even if he had to study himself to do it.
Yet he felt restless. Even though he had been spending time in the infirmary as its ersatz doctor, he didn't like staying there for long stretches of time. It was good to appear helpful, but he didn't care about actually helping.
That was why he made his way to the fourth floor, and stilled at the sight he found there. That silver hair--was it Sephiroth again? No, it didn't seem right, somehow. Not one of the clones, was it? (He had heard the word "Remnant", but he didn't know its precise meaning.)]
Well then, what is this? Who are you?
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[Seconds before the man had even entered the room Yazoo had felt the immense presence that preceded him. His hand instinctively went to the hilt of his gunblade before his mind caught up to remind him the weapon would be of no use anymore. Yazoo had come across creatures of powerful presence before, but this man was different. His senses screeched danger, but the gaunt, older man before him didn't appear significant a foe.
Yazoo had been taken aback by how the other caused such a reaction that he'd failed to notice the malformations and thorns that jut out the man's skin until now. Definitely not human. The white coat too, what was it attempting to parade as, a doctor? scientist?
The remnant was certain it was the Sephiroth in him that knew, the most dangerous humans were not the ones carrying weapons. Yazoo however would not simply go along with all the diluted, unclear information his genes so kindly provided him with. He could make his own decisions, and some frail, infected man couldn't possibly hope to oppose him.]
Unfortunately for you, the only answers we'll be hearing today are yours.
[Yazoo smiled, head tilting up in a show of confidence. The poor man hadn't had the good sense to even be afraid of him as most did. Neither was he aware his organization had even captured Yazoo. Perhaps the man was too low on the ladder to even be of any real use. Yazoo always had the worst luck.]
no subject
Hmm, what questions do you have, I wonder? Could you be a new arrival? This place is known as the Tower. A large-scale experiment, it seems, and we are brought here from a variety of universes, ostensibly to serve as their subjects.
[Hojo didn't mind explaining things. In fact, he enjoyed hearing himself talk. Whatever this was that stood before him, so like Sephiroth, it was likely powerful. But the cells gave him power, even when they took away his mind. He could not die here. What did he have to fear?
Was this another one of his results? It must be. Sephiroth was his, of him.]
I suppose it's interesting, in its way. [He didn't like to admit that it rankled, to be demoted to a mere subject. Oh, but it did. If only there was some way he might join the experimenters, instead...] Especially the way they managed to reach so many worlds. So many... Haha, now that is an accomplishment.
no subject
Do they keep trying with such nonsense until someone believes? Maybe people like you, hmm?
[Yazoo laughed shortly, in his usual mocking manner. This place was too much. Would even ShinRa attempt such a desperate scheme? Then again, the whole building had a sort of distinctly ShinRa stench to it.
The long-haired remnant gestured at the long, white coat.]
What is the... scientist doing inside the so-called experiment then?
no subject
[If he could access all those worlds, imagine, how he could transmit what he carried within him. Across universes. The thought made him chuckle to himself. His work, his results, spread across all existence.]
I? I am...
[He trailed off, thinking of his failure as a scientist, his death, the odd restlessness engendered in him by the cells. He thinks also of his plans, his backups.]
I am here, here and elsewhere, and my work has not ended. It goes on, even now.