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[toxicwillpower]

Characters: Kadaj and whoever else!

Location: Death City Outskirts

Rating: PG

Time: Afternoon of March 14th

Description: Kadaj reflects on what he must do to get in Shibusen’s good graces again.






Several long and begrudging days had passed since he had been released from jail. Kadaj was doing his best to keep a low profile. Hiding underneath the Shibusen’s watchful gaze was tricky at best, but luckily the remnant’s innate skill and know-how had kept him alive so far. It was his devotion, determination, and hope to one day be reunited with Mother that kept him going—it kept him fighting.

The outskirts of Death City were miserably hot. The heat bore heavily down on him. Light skin and silver hair offered little protection, and the thick leather suit he wore clung to his body. He favored it to the inner city which was polluted with humans and their trash.

Kadaj bent down and scooped up a handful of hot sand. “Don’t worry, Mother.” He spoke aloud, as if she could hear him. “I won’t let them keep you away from me forever.” It occurred to Kadaj that his failed strategic attempts all had something in common. Only now, did he realize that he'd need to use different tactics to regain his rightful place by Mother’s side.

“I’ll ruin this planet first if I have to.” He crushed the sand within his fist. “Whatever it takes!” The sand leaked through his fingers until nothing remained.

He didn’t like this new idea. It wasn’t his style. But getting his way, was, and if it meant trying something he didn’t like to get results, then so be it!

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[thehonking]

Here was a familiar figure. Familiar, but not the same as the one he'd spoken to previously. All trolls had dark hair and horns, after all, and the hair was the main similarity between this man and the other as well.

Gamzee didn't know why he was even interested. Perhaps he simply had nothing better to do then to watch someone yell out at nothing. There were worse forms of entertainment, he was sure.

The troll had found himself a unicycle, and sober as he was now he was having a far easier time keeping his balance on it. He did so now, making short pedaling movements forward and back again to keep himself in place.

"Humans are kinda all motherfuckin' weird about those families they got. Never quite understood it all, myself." He turns in a little circle now. "But you ain't a human are you, bro."

[toxicwillpower]

Expect the unexpected no matter what. These were lessons that Kadaj was quickly beginning to learn. To witness a troll on a unicycle, while humorously annoying, did not surprise him in the least. What did catch his attention was what the guest said.

The corners of Kadaj’s lips curled upwards. Truer words have never been spoken. “Not exactly.” He stated proudly. In fact, he was far from being human—both mentally and physically—at least back home. Slitted pupils forced eye contact with his newfound toy. The greyish skin gave him fond memories of Geostigma and the power it once held. Could this human be infected? No, Kadaj would have felt it then. There were also those horns that needed to be accounted for. “And neither are you.”

[thehonking]

The troll laughed. "Motherfuckin' obvious one there." He lifted up a hand to tap the side of one horn, not that they needed to be pointed out. "Nothin' here but troll."

He began pedaling backwards, going in slow circles. "Funny thing. You might not all be human, but I ran into another bro a whole bunch like you just recently. Real motherfuckin' similar." More similar than a lot of the humans looked to each other, as much as troll might joke that they all looked the same. Whatever that other man had been, this man was too. And it was a curious thing.

[toxicwillpower]

Back on Gaia, Kadaj’s home world, a troll could have easily passed as a monster. Monsters were the result of a tainted Lifestream –the energy source of the planet and all living things. Given that the remnant was a mixture of tainted Lifestream, Jenova cells, and Sephiroth’s willpower, Kadaj didn’t consider monsters to be all that bad. So, luckily for Gamzee, he would be starting out on the teen’s neutral side inside of his well-known bad side.

Someone who looked like Kadaj? “Hn. Was he with a little blond puppet or alone?” A misplaced rock caught the corner of his eye. He picked up and studied it briefly. “Not that it matters,” Kadaj said, “we’re all family.” Well, not quite. “Or we’re supposed to be,” he added sourly.

[thehonking]

"Shit, I didn't all see no puppet." And he's familiar enough with one of those, though of a slightly more literal sense as it's actually made of stuffing. "Would've been a little more motherfuckin' interesting if he'd done broke into show with one. But I don't all know how much he cared for shows of any sort."

Though he did watch him juggle for a while, which was something.

[toxicwillpower]

Puppet. The remnant did not mean to suggest its literal meaning—though the word was still perfect given the circumstances. He knew all too well what it was like to be bound by devotion and duty to another; to be pulled by invisible strings. Well, no more! That’s why things were different here, and it’d be the reason Kadaj would even bother to gather more information on this interesting individual.

“Hn.” He smiled knowingly. “You met Yazoo.” The teen threw the rock right at Gamzee’s unicycle, aiming between the metal spokes to cause a sudden stop in the wheel. “He’s my brother,” Kadaj added casually, whether or not this new fellow fell over. “But if you want entertainment, you’ve come to the right place.” A mischievous look grew upon his face.

[thehonking]

The rock hit the wheel of the troll's unicycle and lodged, but before the wheel could turn to the point where it would start bending it out of shape, Gamzee rocked forward and flipped up onto his hands, his feet still attached to the device while up in the air.

"Got that resemblance, brother. See it written all straight on your motherfuckin' face. But damn. Motherfucker knew better than to go messin' with a bro's one-wheeled device." He lifted his head enough to smile at the man through dark bangs. "Ain't all fuckin' polite."

[toxicwillpower]

Kadaj grinned—a genuine full out grin. The troll’s word choice left much to be desired, but he definitely had a sense of humor the remnant found entertaining. As a plus, the troll had quick reflexes and an athletic ability. Good, Kadaj thought to himself, it made him all the more useful.

“Out of all the things I’m known for, being polite isn’t one of them.” The teen grabbed another decent size rock and threw up in the air only to easily catch it again. He repeated the action as he addressed Gamzee with a hypothetical question.

“Why should I? The humans are not polite—not even to each other! All they ever do is argue, even if they are on the same side.” The rock went up in the air again and settled back into his palm. Humans were useless creatures. But now Kadaj was curious. “What exactly are you, anyway?”

[thehonking]

"Ain't nobody perfect, brother. I seen plenty of humans what're all getting their niceties on at me. So might be that it motherfuckin' varies." He shifted the unicycle over sideways with his feet, performing a momentary one-handed handstand as he grabbed it with the other hand. Then he sat down to remove the offending rock.

He tapped a thumb to his chest. "I'm a motherfuckin' troll. And I'd tell you that the right way to be is whatever your heart up and tells you to be. No matter what all species you be." This was said as casually as anything as he picked the rock free and tossed it aside. "Can't say I'm speakin' for every motherfucker, though."

[toxicwillpower]

“How poetic,” Kadaj commented with distaste. He knew the troll was right. No one was perfect. Sephiroth might have been perfect in Mother’s eyes for a little while, but now he had to be far from it, right? And if Kadaj had been perfect then he wouldn’t be in this predicament. The teen knew all that; he just didn’t care for what he knew.

“That’s right,” he agreed, “not everyone deserves to be even be alive.” Kadaj could easily list off a few. “Let’s hope,” he tersely warned, “you don’t turn out to be one of those people."

[thehonking]

The grin on Gamzee's face widened ever so slowly, Kadaj's comments not bothering him in the slightest. He knew what this place did, how it leveled the playing field between everyone in terms of powers and abilities. He had no more to fear from this man than he did anyone else, and it was amusing to think the other thought otherwise.

"Shouldn't be all so motherfuckin' judgmental, bro." He shrugged his shoulders, holding his hands out helplessly on either side. "Every motherfucker's got their opinions on who all's better than anyone else. Killin' them all ain't gonna get you out of here any faster."

[toxicwillpower]

“That’s where you’re wrong.” The playing field was not as equal as Gamzee so naively believed. Death City had only stolen their physical abilities. Different worlds and different experiences offered different skill sets. Their mental and emotional assets remained which led Kadaj and his brother to conclude they were still much more superior to anyone else here.

“Imagine,” Kadaj drawled, allowing the troll to consider the upcoming endless possibilities, “if we rid of all the important members of Death City! No shimigamis, no death scythes, no useless medics or hopeless heroes. Gone!” The teen grinned and tossed the rock up and down again, excited. “Then it’s those like us that could be in charge. We could change the rules! We could figure how BREW works, who stays and who goes. But,” he paused for second in thought. “We need to come up with a plan first; one that won’t allow us to fail—a plan that will guarantee us that we’ll be the ones with the upper hand.”

[thehonking]

"And if you can't all figure out how that shit works? What then, brother?" Despite Kadaj's demeanor, Gamzee still lacked any fear of the man or his future plans. It was one thing to talk big, but entirely another to actually be able to go through with it.

His eyes followed the rock as it was tossed up and down. "Motherfuckers what run it are typically running it for a reason, yo. Not that it wouldn't all be a laugh to see you try to up and juggle that shit. I'll be ready to get my spectating on."

[toxicwillpower]

"I will figure it out." The remnant hit Gamze with a hard glare. "Every organization has its weakness, especially tyrannical ones like the Shibusen." When you got right down to it, the Shibusen were not much different from the ShinRa Electric Company--a business which held global influence back on Kadaj's world. One man was able to bring ShinRa down to its knees in a single swoop! There was no reason Kadaj could not do the very same to Death City. It was all about taking control, bit by bit.

"Why speculate," he encouraged, taking a step closer with a devious look in his eyes, "when you can be part of the revolution?"

[thehonking]

Gamzee laughed at that, clearly amused by the whole situation. "Damn, motherfucker. Can't even say I ever been given a proposition of that sort. Pretty motherfuckin' considerate for you to be dealin' that at this brother."

Whether or not he'd take him up on it, he doesn't say. Even if he did, he wouldn't be all that into it aside from causing a little bit of mischief. Taking over the city wasn't exactly on his to-do list. Did he think that he could? Probably.