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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 didn't need to be ordered. He was pleased enough to share the information. "This is another planet. Name unknown. We are held within a structure known referred to simply as the Tower. It is a structure with many floors, and from which there is no known means of escape. My theory is that it is an extensive laboratory, and we are its subjects.
"And as I've answered your question, I wonder if you'd answer one of mine. Who are you?" He didn't appear to be one of the clones, but he was undeniably related to Sephiroth. Therefore, he was of great interest to Hojo.
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“No,” the teen quickly countered. “I’m the one who asks questions. Got it?” Hojo might get a chance should the remnant feel he deserved it. For now, keeping the inquiries in his ball park was a way to keep control of the situation.
Encrusted bloody fingers curled tightly to the only weapon he had.
There were plenty of questions that plagued his mind. How did he get here? What happened to Gaia? What about Sephiroth? Cloud? Yazoo? Loz? Was Rufus Shinra still alive? He growled at the thoughts of a betrayal that had all transpired so quickly. They’d pay for it. All of them! One by one. He’d do it for revenge, for himself, for Mother! But first…
“I’m only going to ask you once. Lie to me and it will be the last thing you do.” Kadaj’s warning glare was eerily reminiscent of Sephiroth. “Where is she?”
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She. It didn't take a great scientific mind such as his own to realize who, or what, this strange individual was talking about.
Hojo put a hand to his chest and laughed again. "I have no reason to lie to you. What you seek is present within at least three individuals here. The part contains the whole, though the whole does not necessarily contain the part."