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[OPEN] Holding tight what could have been
Characters: Yazoo and whoever cares to visit him
Location: Shibusen Jail Cell
Rating: PG
Time: Backdated like whoa... Feb 14th
Description: Yazoo stews in his cage.
Four walls and near-total darkness. If it hadn't been for the superior eyes Mother had blessed him with, Yazoo might have been all but blind in that cell. Thick and dense, no chance of sound penetrating. He couldn't hear, sense, or smell Kadaj anywhere near. The isolation was almost unbearable.
He dragged his fingertips against the rough stone and comforted himself with the memory of breaking bones, warm blood spurting under his hands, the sweet noise of agonized screams. They had shut down his ability to transform - the treacherous witch and that awful Stien person - but he had dealt without such powers long before he had ever come to this forsaken place, and he would do so again.
If BREW didn't see fit to send them back again, then the only left after that was to play by the rules, at least until those in power saw that he was no longer a threat. It rankled badly on his pride, but all it really needed was patience. Patience, and the ability to deceive, two things that Yazoo excelled at.
All he could do was wait.
Location: Shibusen Jail Cell
Rating: PG
Time: Backdated like whoa... Feb 14th
Description: Yazoo stews in his cage.
Four walls and near-total darkness. If it hadn't been for the superior eyes Mother had blessed him with, Yazoo might have been all but blind in that cell. Thick and dense, no chance of sound penetrating. He couldn't hear, sense, or smell Kadaj anywhere near. The isolation was almost unbearable.
He dragged his fingertips against the rough stone and comforted himself with the memory of breaking bones, warm blood spurting under his hands, the sweet noise of agonized screams. They had shut down his ability to transform - the treacherous witch and that awful Stien person - but he had dealt without such powers long before he had ever come to this forsaken place, and he would do so again.
If BREW didn't see fit to send them back again, then the only left after that was to play by the rules, at least until those in power saw that he was no longer a threat. It rankled badly on his pride, but all it really needed was patience. Patience, and the ability to deceive, two things that Yazoo excelled at.
All he could do was wait.
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Kadaj was too small and zealous and fierce, every line of his body eaten up with energy and defiance. Loz was too broad, all of his creator's substance and none of his sleekness. Yazoo himself was too delicate-looking, his every movement the attempt of a house-cat to emulate a snow leopard. None of them quite fit, no matter how outsiders saw the similarities.
He was mildy bothered by this, and so nearly missed when Sephiroth began to speak. He let the corner of his mouth twitch up at the perceived compliment.
"Mm, perhaps." he agreed, shifting position to let his legs drop over the side of the bed. "But patience is no real balm for boredom."
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"You wouldn't be bored and trapped within these walls if it hadn't been for your previous actions," Sephiroth pointed out before that air of amusement disappeared. He hadn't brought that topic up at all and had so far found it far easier to put it off, but it was something that he couldn't ignore - not if Yazoo truly wished to evolve within the city.
That was why his expression shifted back to neutrality as he murmured, "If you're desiring to learn and adapt in this city, then you will need to start by beginning to change the outlook you have against the humans."
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Yazoo made an agreeable noise in the back of his throat. "I know, no more killing. Not even a little maiming."
It would be dreadfully boring to restrain himself, but at least he would survive this hellish place.
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"In time you will come to realise more than that," the ex-General murmured. He would never hold any favour towards humans at all. To him, they had already sealed their doom with him, but that did not mean that he would not look out for those he considered his and create a shining new life for them all. If Yazoo wished to be apart of that future, he would not deny that.
"Yazoo," Sephiroth began before pausing to consolidate his thoughts. "I do not take kindly to those who betray my trust." Gast had. Shinra. Genesis and Angeal. And now Kadaj had even joined that list. The only one in his life so far that had yet to lie to him was the one who was now his Meister. Was it possible that yet another could rise to a similar level?
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The very idea of crossing Sephiroth was so amusing as to be ridiculous. He had no intention of even trying, and that was the honest truth. Living with Kadaj gave a good taste of how well this family took to being deceived.
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"Do you believe that I mean only one thing?" Sephiroth asked in return.
Sorry this is so late ^^;;;
They were nought but puppets, and expecting them to act with free will was anethema to their purpose.
That's okay! This is just as late xD;
"Is that so?" The ex-General murmured lightly. If that had been the case, he wouldn't have bothered allowing for himself to teach the Remnant, let alone come by to visit every morning.
:)
It would surprise him to learn otherwise, but he was beginning to suspect nothing was entirely certain with Sephiroth. Talking with him was like being blind in a familiar room, yet being able to hear something else moving in the darkness. You could never be entirely sure than the next thing you touched wouldn't remove your hand at the wrist.
Re: :)
Well, he supposed that there was only one way of finding out.
His cat-like pupils thinned while his gaze remained locked on Yazoo. None of his thoughts showed on his expression, and eventually he smoothly answered, "I am here, am I not? You would have been dead long ago if I still considered you in such ways."
Sorry this took forever... again ^^;;
Instead of voicing his uncertainities or any kind of gratitude for his continued existence, Yazoo took a gamble and asked, "And what does Cloud make of us?"
That's okay <33 welcome back :)
Sephiroth said nothing in regards to Cloud's thoughts on Yazoo, however, but that was purposefully done to see how his Remnant would react.
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He tilted his head at Sephiroth, as though something had just occured. "Then what does he make of you visiting me? Or am I your dirty little secret?"
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"He is aware of these meetings," he began while choosing his words carefully. "And concerned."
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Cloud was and always would be a slight sore spot with Yazoo. Even now, the memory of the burning rain and the hatred in blue eyes, the despair of defeat - it made rage coil in his gut and choke his throat. It would only be Sephiroth's presence that could keep him from trying to kick the blond across the street.
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"Saa," he sounded before tilting his head to one side thoughtfully. "Perhaps you'll discover the answer one day."