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towerofanimus2013-02-03 02:44 am
toxicwillpower) wrote in towerofanimus2013-02-03 02:44 am
001 Reunions
Characters: Kadaj & OPEN TO ALL
Setting: Lower floors of the tower, dusk.
Format: Either
Summary: Kadaj Awakens. Oh, and kills an Orc.
Warnings: : A little bloody?
With a sickening squish the stolen kitchen knife was removed from the orc’s neck. It writhed on the ground, unable to scream or cry due to the blood that spurted out of the wound in its throat.
Kadaj walked in a wide circle around it. “Well, what do we have here?” He stopped at the head and crouched down next to its face, careful not to bloody himself. “You’re an ugly little monster aren’t you…” He stood and pressed his boot against its cheek, pushing its face away. The blood continued to squirt out evenly but in slow dying arcs from its neck.
Only moments earlier the young remnant had woken up in an unfamiliar territory. Before he could even consider where he was or how he got there this thing decided to attack him. It was the last action it would ever do.
The teen's brows furrowed as he took in the sight of the creature. “You’re not from Gaia.” That was… unsettling. But there was one thing that he was acutely aware of. A sensation. A pull, no—it was a compulsion to travel in a particular direction; and while he had never felt this urge before he knew exactly what it was.
The monster’s gasping breaths shook him from his thoughts. Kadaj looked down to note that its face was completely covered in thick dark blood. It grabbed at its throat and kicked its legs weakly. Its eyes, large and beady, stared at the remnant’s uncaring gaze, pleading.
He clicked his tongue in disgust. Though he would very much like to watch it die a slow and painful death as punishment for the audacity of attacking him, he decided to end it quickly. He wanted to find whatever was calling out to him.
“Don’t look at me that way.” Kadaj casually warned before abruptly jabbing the knife right into the monster’s trachea. It gurgled and sputtered for a final time. Did it die from choking on its own beastly fluids or blood loss? Whichever it was, it was irrelevant. The thing was dead and no longer held any interest. The orc’s body fell completely limp and its once animalistic frightened eyes rolled back into its head.
Kadaj smirked. “That’s better.”
Setting: Lower floors of the tower, dusk.
Format: Either
Summary: Kadaj Awakens. Oh, and kills an Orc.
Warnings: : A little bloody?
With a sickening squish the stolen kitchen knife was removed from the orc’s neck. It writhed on the ground, unable to scream or cry due to the blood that spurted out of the wound in its throat.
Kadaj walked in a wide circle around it. “Well, what do we have here?” He stopped at the head and crouched down next to its face, careful not to bloody himself. “You’re an ugly little monster aren’t you…” He stood and pressed his boot against its cheek, pushing its face away. The blood continued to squirt out evenly but in slow dying arcs from its neck.
Only moments earlier the young remnant had woken up in an unfamiliar territory. Before he could even consider where he was or how he got there this thing decided to attack him. It was the last action it would ever do.
The teen's brows furrowed as he took in the sight of the creature. “You’re not from Gaia.” That was… unsettling. But there was one thing that he was acutely aware of. A sensation. A pull, no—it was a compulsion to travel in a particular direction; and while he had never felt this urge before he knew exactly what it was.
The monster’s gasping breaths shook him from his thoughts. Kadaj looked down to note that its face was completely covered in thick dark blood. It grabbed at its throat and kicked its legs weakly. Its eyes, large and beady, stared at the remnant’s uncaring gaze, pleading.
He clicked his tongue in disgust. Though he would very much like to watch it die a slow and painful death as punishment for the audacity of attacking him, he decided to end it quickly. He wanted to find whatever was calling out to him.
“Don’t look at me that way.” Kadaj casually warned before abruptly jabbing the knife right into the monster’s trachea. It gurgled and sputtered for a final time. Did it die from choking on its own beastly fluids or blood loss? Whichever it was, it was irrelevant. The thing was dead and no longer held any interest. The orc’s body fell completely limp and its once animalistic frightened eyes rolled back into its head.
Kadaj smirked. “That’s better.”
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He scanned the man, taking in his stance following the trajectory of his knife. He might still look relaxed with a silly grin on his face, but he casually moved one hand over his bladestaff, ready to draw it. Just in case.
"And nope, can't say I do. Nor do I need to be 'reminded', either."
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A hint of jealously lingered in his tone as he spoke. “Sephiroth.” Everyone knew him. “You know, The Nightmare.” Strong emphasis was placed on that term—Nightmare. Sephiroth filled that role in more ways than one.
“Don’t tell me you’ve never heard of him!” For the moment, Kadas kept control of his anger. But that could change on a dime. Mildly amused at the circumstances, he continued. “He was ShinRa’s finest.” Was. What a joke! Kadaj smeared a bloodied hand along the wall as he approached a window.
“Sephiroth failed to complete Mother’s work.” The teen stopped and smiled, though it was hardly a smile of innocence. “That’s why I’m here.”
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Perhaps it's just that he's too accustomed to danger, but he just keeps grinning at the teenager even as he smiled his smile of malevolence, not affected by him in any way. For what kind of warrior would be if he got scared of a teenager? Even if said teenager seemed particularly good with a knife.
"Look, pal, it doesn't matter what this 'Steph-he-rof' guy did. Nor why you think you're here for. This ain't where you were before... uh, 'Gaia', was it? Nope, not there anymore.
See this place we're in? You're stuck in here. Along with everyone. Even me, so it just goes to show how bad things are."
He would happily be all theatrical and talk about how bad things were with over-the-top hand gestures, but that would mean taking his hand off his sword. Nope, not going to happen.
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Kadaj finally approached the only window within the room.
He wasn’t in tune with nature as others might have been. He hated the very idea of it. Nature itself was part of the Planet. He couldn’t find beauty in the way flowers came into bloom, the quiet whisper of leaves in an old tree, or the soft dirt under his boots. No, none of that mattered. It was garbage.
The only thing Kadaj could truly appreciate was the curtain of stars, miles of them, glowing across the dark night sky. That’s where Mother was from, and it was the only reason he could appreciate it. The stars beyond held the key to where he yearned most to be.
“Mother?” He whispered out almost expecting an answer. The stars here—they were different. Perhaps what the man said about them not being on Gaia was true. Then again, that was impossible. A scowl scorned his face.
Somehow, this tower was connected to ShinRa. There was no evidence or logical explanation. It was just a feeling.
“You’re just another experiment,” he told the man with utmost confidence. We’re just another experiment. It would definitely explain the collars, monsters, and lack of information the human pawn knew.
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He continued studying the teenager even as he started stargazing of sorts and heard his whisper, though he passed no comment. It was a sentimental moment, or so he thought. Not something one should intrude on.
"Actually, you're correct. I'm just another experiment, at least according to horned head who I met when I first came here. Something something along the lines of... uh, let me think... 'the place where all hope and fucking dreams are crushed'. Exact words. Also dying. Lots of it. Though he does say we get reborn, so oh well." For someone talking about being trapped in a place of death, he still sounds very carefree as he shrugs. "You'll get used to it."
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But first, this stranger seemed to know information he did not. That wouldn’t last long. For now, the man was tolerable. Assuming he did not cause any trouble, Kadaj was willing to make use of him.
“Show me where the scientists are.” It wasn’t a request. It was an order. “I want to know where they are hiding.”
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"Uh, yeah, about that..." He's actually just scratching his head at this point. "I've never actually seen 'em. The scientists, I mean. Or administrators. That's what the guys here call them anyway. I think I heard about some trouble they stirred up recently, though, there was a wedding of sorts. Dunno much, though, I think I slept through the whole thing. Might wanna ask someone else."
Though it was at this exact moment when his hand hit his collar and reminded him of something.
"Ah, right! See this thing right here?" Of course, he's pointing at his collar. "This thing is supposed to be checked by some guys every other week. Cept those guys seem pretty soulless and stuff. Kinda unnerving. Anyway, you mighta want to pop down over there to check if ya want."
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“Don’t worry,” Kadaj assured. “We’ll get them off just as soon as we find out who is responsible.” All it took was the right threat, the right hostage, or the right death to get his way.
Wait a second. We?
Kadaj furrowed his brows and turned away from Warmage. There was no we here. It was just him. No one else! It would be different if his brothers were here but they weren’t. So why had he said it at all?
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Plenty of other people are looking for a way out of this mess too, so you'll probably find some people who wants the same as you. You might even find some friends or, uh, not-friends you know in here."
He chuckled as the man turned away from him. Not privy to Kadaj's less than charitable thoughts, he only said what he thought of him.
"You know, even though you act it, you don't seem like much of a bad guy. Knew a girl back home who acted all hostile-like before too, but she turned out alright."
Sorry for the delay!
Kadaj continued to walk further through the hall, expecting the stranger to follow as their conversation was not over yet. “Hn.” He smirked and glanced back at him briefly. “You think I’m the bad guy? Ha!”
He laughed and shook his head. “No. You’re wrong.” A finger pointed accusingly at the stranger. “You. It’s you and your ancestors that are the bad ones! Not me!”
But that was old news and Kadaj had more important matters to attend. First, find Mother. Then and only then will he plot revenge against humanity.
He sneered and pushed over the closest thing to him --an old bust of someone of no importance. It hit the floor with a loud clang and shattered—the pieces littering the cold tile floor. Hundreds of spiders, both big and small, scattered across the hallway, quickly trying to find a new refuge.
As I said, it's fine~
"Wha-? What did I do? Dunno about my ancestors, but all I did was- well I guess I did cut off magic at one point, but then I restored it. Honest!"
Okay, this guy was probably more deranged than he thought. Also spiders. Why must there be spiders.
Gingerly stepping over the destroyed bust, he continued following the teenager, though keeping his distance now. Didn't want to be hit with more masonry.
"Uh, hope ya don't mind me asking, but why are you angry again?"
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The remnant seethed and imagined all the horrible ways he would torture the man in front of him. No one would care; even ShinRa had apparently disposed of him. This man would be nothing but a punching bag to help relieve Kadaj’s frustrations. Except…
“Tch. You’re lucky you remind me of one of my brothers.”
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He waited a few moments for the man to calm down- at least, to stop seething with rage- before offering his help.
"Well, what my ancestors did was- well, they weren't my fault. But if you need my help I could help ya...? After all, I wouldn't want my mother's wish to be unfulfilled."
And so this person has a brother. And said brother acts like him.
Warmage isn't really sure if that's a compliment or not. Maybe even a warning.
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Just then the floor rumbled beneath their feet. An ungodly cry echoed throughout the halls. It was, indisputably, another ogre.
Kadaj was completely undeterred. He merely grinned and stepped aside. “So then,” he beamed, “you think you can redeem yourself?” He gestured a nod toward the oncoming ogre. “Let’s see how strong you really are.”
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Upon hearing the familiar growl of an orge, he looked back up. The smell and the sounds- this reminded him of home. Funny how at this point only the stench of his foes are the only reminder of home.
He grinned as the teenager issued the challenge. This was his turf.
"Ya kidding me? I do this for a living. Well, did."
Dramatically drawing his swordstaff, he waited for the monster to commit.
And after a few more seconds of staring down each other, it did.
With reflexes born of decades of experience, Warmage blocked it's arm with the blade and sidestepped the brute's tackle. Now facing it's flank, it was only a matter of quickly enchanting the blade with arcane holy magic before chopping off it's head with one clean slice. It would have been hard to do it in one go, but he's intimately familiar with the anatomy of an orge. It was only a matter of hitting at the right angle with the right amount of force.
Looking down at the blade, slick with blood, he waited until the holy glow ebbed away before addressing the teenager.
"Well? How about that?"
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Kadaj casually jumped over the fallen ogre, like it was nothing but a speed bump in his way. “If you’re going to redeem yourself I need absolute obedience.” He held a single finger up for emphasis and he closed the gap between them. “No questions asked. Understood?”
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'Obedience', however, was something he had never been good with. Absolute or not, he always had been a loose cannon. So what exactly can someone of that disposition say to such an order?
"Yeah, sure."
A bit dismissive, but that's his style.