Post by kadaj on Nov 16, 2012 8:36:52 GMT -5
((OoC - Blah... this stinks xD I can't think of anything interesting to do with Kadaj x____X;; ))
Midgar... what was there to say about this city that had not already been said before? AVALANCHE's base of operations was here, the former Shin-Ra Electric Company had it's headquarters here, the new WRO militia was based here. It was a city thriving to keep going no matter how bad the odds were stacked against them. Genesis Rhapsodos, Sephiroth, the WEAPONs, Meteor, Geostigma and Bahamut SIN, Deepground... It was a magnificent example of the human race's will to survive, to keep pushing forwards and continue to live their lives as best as they could. Even with the city coming to ruin on a couple of occasions, it never seemed to have an impact on the people living here. Admirable. Impressive. Perhaps awe-inspiring? Whatever the case, one had to take their hat off for the effort the people of this world put forth in continuing to walk forwards every day. It was such a shame though that there were every powerful forces of the Dark gathering their armies, strengthening their abilities... it was only going to be a matter of time before this world fell into the depths of Darkness once more.
High upon a cliff overlooking the plains that surrounded the massive city of Midgar, a figure clad in black leather walked forth in soft, steady paces towards what appeared to be a large metal sword stabbed into the ground. It was the Buster Sword, a weapon that held dreams, honour and sadness. Passed down from one SOLDIER to the next, the weapon had seen many a battle, despite every hardly being used. Now the weapon was rusty, blunt and useless and was being used as a headstone for a fallen Hero of the Light; Zack Fair. However, the figure now standing before the grave of the First Class SOLDIER was living proof himself that death was not the end of one's journey. It was only going to be a matter of time before the man buried under this earth would raise up and walk the worlds again, doing what he does best. The silver-haired figure of the Remnant Leader, Kadaj, knelt down before the old and rusted Buster Sword, resting his elbows on his knees as his brightly glowing eyes looked the weapon over. How Cloud was able to wield this thing was unbelievable if you didn't know of his SOLDIER heritage. Well... fake-SOLDIER.
"My dear Brother..."
Kadaj muttered to himself as he reached a gloved hand forth to push his palm against the flat of the blade softly. It was cold to touch, the chill of the metal tearing through his gloves in an instant. An image of a choboco-headed man flashed through his mind the moment his hand came into contact with the iconic weapon and it was in that moment that the silver-haired youth withdrew his hand from the blade, clenching his hand into a fist which was then brought to his chest. Eyebrows furrowed as Kadaj stood back upright, the leather covering his legs and back creaking as it tightened about his lean figure. Attention was brought off the Buster Sword and sent towards the large open plains where Remnant's and Strife had first met one another. Old memories returned of the battle between Cloud and Loz, Yazoo and the Shadow Creepers. All in aid of trying to find the head of JENOVA, the head of their Mother.
I wonder how Yazoo feels about her... I bet Loz is still upset, wanting to find her again...
Thought the Remnant as his left hand was brought up to his chest subconsiously. His fingers softly grazed against the spot where he had absorbed the head of JENOVA into his body and he wondered for just a second, if she was still potentially inside of him.
A shuddered ran down the Remnant's spine that forced his eyes closed and hand into a tight fist that shook from the horrified thought. If she was still inside of him, surely she'd still be trying to speak to him, order him to once more complete the reunion? But Sephiroth was already alive and roaming the worlds. That was her only desire, to have him cut a path for her dominance over every world. If there was one thing that upset the Remnant, it was the feeling of being used. He didn't know any better during Geostigma crisis, he was only doing what he thought was right, but now after having learned of the experience of betrayal, deceit, pain... death; He was never going to be used again. He'd kill whoever tried, which was the reason for his own personal vendetta against Organization XIII. They had tried to use the Remnant Brothers against one another and half their Organization had tasted the bitter sensation of defeat; at the hands of Kadaj himself.
"No one is going to use us anymore, my Brothers... We'll create our own destinies from now on."
The left hand of the Remnant Leader was still balled into a fist, which had now been raised forth before Kadaj and pointed out forth in dominance over his words. Though an unfamiliar sound came from down below upon the plains which was enough to break the Remnant's attention, forcing him to look down upon what it was.
Turquoise eyes widened at the sight of what appeared to be a massive Heartless heading across the plains towards Midgar. Kadaj kept his ground, not caring what this monster did to the people of this world, but his curiosity was more then interested in what this monster was. It had the Heartless brand upon it's head, so it was easy enough to tell what the creature was... but why was it so big and what was it doing on a world such as this? The beast had power and it's aura radiated the desire to kill mindlessly. This raised more questions. Why did the Heartless kill? Yes, it was because of them wanting to collect hearts, but why were they collecting hearts? Perhaps Yazoo would know? On the other hand, Sora would definiately know... the only question remained now was what to do. Find Yazoo, find Sora or fight this Heartless?
