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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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Most specifically, the hairs and the eyes as well as the overall aura... Probably someone from his family. Well, if Ganondorf was to take his cooperation with Sephiroth to the next level, he better got to know those related to him.
"That was hardly a challenge." he suddenly spoke in a neutral voice once Kadaj was done with the beast "Those monsters are not anywhere close to the might the most powerful ones in this tower hold..."
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Then it spoke.
He kept the knife at the ready, but never turned to face the intruder. There was no need to feel danger, he rarely ever did. Anyone who approached Kadaj in a threatening manner would usually find twin blades firmly planted in their heart, or other painful but non-fatal areas should he decide to have a little fun.
Kadaj wasn’t particularly fond of strangers. He was only social when the time called for it. Even then it was just so he could accomplish his goal of finding Mother. In a world where he knew nothing, his violent tendencies were unlikely to work here. At least right away. He needed to gain a better understanding of the situation he was in before he could act. And act he would. Whoever was brave or stupid enough to approach him could be a useful tool.
Tools came in all shapes in shapes and sizes. Information, hostages, bargaining material, and play toys just to name a few.
Still, Kadaj wasn’t in the mood to deal with it right now and his tone of voice did not hide that fact.
“What do you want?”
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"What do I want...?" he repeated slowly and shook his head "I want a lot of things. Many that you yourself want, some that you do not even know they exist. And some that you would never want..."
He paused and turned to face back Kadaj directly, still no weapon in hand but always the same smile on his face. Whoever that man was, obviously Kadaj didn't intimidate him and he seemed quite familiar with the tower.
"Most immediately however, your identity would be the object of my curiosity."
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He glanced over his shoulder. This stranger, whoever he was, held a great deal of confidence. More importantly, he did not fit the usual description of a ShinRa employee. Good! He was just another experiment wandering the halls. Even if the stranger’s body language was strong, he was in no better position than Kadaj was.
A short pause hung in the air as the teen mulled over his options. There was no fear in letting anyone know his name. If anything, it was about time others knew of his presence. “Kadaj,” he finally answered and turned to fully face the stranger. “And you are…?”