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by aenaku_kaosu (aenaku_kaosu)
at November 16th, 2006 (03:10 pm)

current mood: accomplished

When: Mid-day (RIGHT NOW)
Where: City of Edge (It's under construction D:)
Notes: :D This is the first post in which EVERYONE can reply to! >3 Have fun! If you're playing a dead character they will be reformed near or exactly where they died. <3!


Loud clanks from metal pegs being hinged as iron hammers came down on them could be heard down in the street below, drills and other various equipment produced a low hum from a distance. It was not in the slightest bit pleasant to hear. Especially when you were waking up to a sight you'd never seen before.

Those trying to make a life for themselves here found it increasingly difficult. The population had been drastically reduced and what was more troubling was that more people were slowly dying off from the stigma or other means.

Even while the townspeople rubbed sleep from their eyes the work continued on endlessly. It was going to leave even more quickly today.

It seemed like a perfectly ordinary day. The sun was filtering down through the midmorning haze and casting shadows across the dusty roads, buildings and debris. The sky was a vivid blue overhead with a few lingering clouds and there was a slight warmth in the air despite the chill that accompanied it telling those in Edge spring was near even though nothing grew there.

The day stretched on blearily. All those who lived here trudged through the daily ritual of looking for work, looking for food, caring for what was left of their family. Somewhere a dog could be heard yapping, a cat could be heard hissing and overturning a garbage bin, it was nothing they weren't used to.

These people had learned to deal with loss. The loss of parents, the loss of children, wives, husbands, friends...but nothing was like this. Cloud had never seen anything like this.

It was one thing when they pulled bodies from the rubble. It was another when they came from the rubble. They weren't dead and that was what sent the entire city in shock. They were living, breathing, human beings.

Quite suddenly this day had become more than an average day.

Edge was thrown into chaos but he wasn't quite sure what kind it was yet. It was a strange acceptable kind of chaos that sent your mind reeling , your heart would stop beating, all at once you would feel nothing and everything. All he could do was stare blankly.

At least thirty people had come out from the ruins today, he'd read it in the paper, it was on the televisions in the bar and shop windows.

Thirty of them. No one lived there. No one could survive there. Fiends inhabited what was left and would usually kill off or attack lone travelers. Some people had claimed they were parts of their family. Dead mothers or fathers, some had none, some were hopelessly dazed and confused as to who they were.

He had never seen this before and regardless of if he felt it was right or not it was happening.

He had to do something. He had to find out what was going on.

Who, honestly, could he ask though? It wasn't like anyone else really knew what was going on. He'd been out of contact with the others until recently but after weighing it in his mind he decided it couldn't hurt to see if similar things were happening where they lived as well.

Or maybe they would just call him? He sighed softly and looked up ahead, searching the road ahead, he would have to rely on that unless he could find them. They were all terrible about answering their PHS's. Either way. He wanted to know if it was some hoax someone was pulling or if it really was happening...he tried to draw strength from a presence he couldn't feel at the moment and found it futile.

Where are you...? he wondered to himself.


Posted by: Yazoo (yazoo_resurgam)
Posted at: November 17th, 2006 04:40 am (UTC)

Yazoo wasn't sure which sensation returned to his confused mind first. Perhaps they all hit him at once, or came at him one at a time and he just wasn't coherent enough to tell. Suddenly, there was air coming in and out of his lungs, and light in his eyes, and the weight of his body as it lay on gray stone. His eyes darted around, rarely blinking, though his vision saw nothing but debris framing a blue sky. Gradually, Yazoo’s mind started to register what he was feeling. Life was flooding into him once more.

How strange it felt to be alive again. For some time, Yazoo found himself silently hyperventilating as instincts reminded him that he had to breathe. Once his breathing calmed, he began to clench his fists rhythmically, assuring himself that he was fully formed again as the clenching was felt throughout his body. He did this for some time, letting other things around him help to assure him that he was indeed alive; a breeze catching his hair, the light flutter of parts of his coat, the sound of his leather gloves creaking slightly…

I’m clothed, he thought. Odd, perhaps, for a first thought after resurrection, but it was what came to conscious first. His thoughts were fragments still, but they were becoming more whole with every one.

Next came I’m alive, which echoed a few times, followed by Get up.

Slowly, Yazoo began to draw his knees up. Get up. Get up…vulnerable. Get up.

When his feet were flat on the ground, he began to shift his weight onto them and pull the rest of his body upwards. Still in his head, he heard bubbling shards of thoughts, and the strongest continued to tell him to get up, to rise again.

He recognized where he was, now. The greatest spike of debris that he had been laying close to was once a building belonging to Shinra – the building upon which he had died. Slowly he rose beside it, fully formed and new in contrast with his dilapidated grave. Oddly enough, Yazoo did not feel weak as he brought himself to stand. His legs didn’t tremble, and his great agility still flooded throughout his body; he could feel it. The weight of Velvet Nightmare in its holster could also be felt.

At last he came to stand upright. What few memories Yazoo had of his previous, limited life had pieced themselves together once again. He remembered coming into being by the force of Sephiroth’s will, and the search for Mother, and his death, and his brothers.

Loz and Kadaj!

Although Yazoo did not feel affection in the conventional sense towards his “brothers”, they were the only company he had trusted. Still unsure of how he had returned, but also saving such inquiries for later, he began to slowly and silently search amidst the rubble for his fellow remnants.

Posted by: Zax Strife (saintsoldier)
Posted at: November 17th, 2006 04:58 am (UTC)


There had been a different light amonst all that was the darkness and the green. And how he was back here.

The ground was just the same as it had always been, dusty, dry and traced with cracks in the soil, much different from the chilly, muddy night that he'd last set foot there. Very slowly, Zax rose from his position sprawled out across the ground. His joints were stiff and he winced a little, climbing up to his feet and near-automatically stretching to try and loosen his limbs. Dust and dirt cling to his bare arms and SOLDIER uniform, the fron of his pullover torn, ripped, bloodstained, yet he bore no wounds.

What happened...? glaincg around, it didn't take him too long to remember where he was. The cliff and the mere sight of his old buster sword stabbed majestically into the gorund was enough to spark his most vivid memories from life.


"Well, fuck," a slightly amused smile tose to his lips, and he closed his eyes a moment, drawing in a deep breath. Air near Midgar wasn't the cleanest thing to take a great big lungful out of... but it was air. Real air. He was breathing it.

Zax had no idea what was going on, but hell, he liked it already.

Posted by: loz_reverto (loz_reverto)
Posted at: November 17th, 2006 05:46 pm (UTC)
The return

He had sensed that something was different and ignored the impulse to stand. He wanted to remain still and become aware of his situation before moving about. The fighter in him was looking for an opening, and his "fight or fly" impulse was working overtime.

Loz looked to his right upon noticing movement. Light brightened as it passed through his brother's silver hair. He smirked. So this isn't home, he thought, rolling onto one arm to kneel. We never made it. And Yazoo's made the first move. He relaxed at this and allowed his heartbeat to slow.

Loz's palm spread over the roof of the building. Its stability under his weight reassured him and he pressed hard. The debris that had been covering him slid of loudly, startling him. For some reason, he expected deafness. He felt re-created and refreshed.

He remained facing forward on his knees, his hands now resting on his thighs in an almost prayer-like position. His head bowed and his eyes closed as he breathed. His brother's breathing seemed irregular for several moments, but they passed.

Loz stood, resisting the urge to roar. Something inside him felt powerful and grew even more so as time went on. He looked at his brother and smiled, wincing at the sunlight. He walked towards Yazoo, feeling the heaviness of his own weight. Reaching out to put a hand on his fellow remnant's shoulder, he stepped into a section of rooftop that had weakened and he fell through the building, shouting, "Brother!"

Posted by: Yazoo (yazoo_resurgam)
Posted at: November 18th, 2006 07:21 pm (UTC)
Re: The return

Yazoo could hear a rather familiar tromp of big boots approaching him. Though he knew few people, there was only one person with those heavy, careless, determined steps. However, it wasn’t the sound of the boots that caused him to turn quickly in shock, but a loud crash and Loz’s voice calling “Brother!” A thump followed, signaling that Loz was lucky enough to have only fallen through one floor.

Though his expression changed little at the feeling, he was relieved to know that at least one of his brothers had returned. Kadaj’s fate was still unknown, but the least Yazoo could do was look out for Loz. Cautiously, he leaned over and looked down the whole that marked where his brother had fallen. Clearly, he had not just imagined hearing a shout when the roof partially collapsed; Loz really was alive once more.

It still felt weird to not only be alive once again, but to also see that his brothers were returning as well. Such a phenomenon made no sense, which Yazoo did not like at all. He hated not understanding the situation they were in; he hated not understanding anything.

Without a sound, Yazoo leapt down into the hole and landed beside Loz, still lying amidst the rubble that had fallen on and around him. “Loz,” he began simply. His voice held his usual deep, unreadable tone, despite the buzz within his mind. “Are you all right?”

Posted by: loz_reverto (loz_reverto)
Posted at: November 21st, 2006 04:45 pm (UTC)
Re: The return

Loz rubbed his head, appearing thoughtful. He brushed the dust and gravel from his hair and looked up.

"Yazoo," he said, "Are we going to look for Kadaj?" He stood, this time assuring himself that the ground would support him. He turned from Yazoo, not wanting to show his reluctant tears. "I don't like feeling alone like this."

Before he could be taunted, Loz grabbed his long-haired sibling by the waist and rushed at one of the walls, punching his way through it and free-falling to the ground.

He landed heavily, almost toppling over before releasing Yazoo. "Something's searching for us, brother...something is trying to...to collect us. We gotta find Kadaj!"

((OOC: Yo, I think we can set this up to start replying in Sephi's post. Where's our Kadaj?! *cries*))

Posted by: Yazoo (yazoo_resurgam)
Posted at: November 23rd, 2006 01:40 am (UTC)
Re: The return

Upon being grabbed around the waist, Yazoo made an irritated noise in the back of his throat. He would’ve attempted to get Loz to put him down if he had been given the opportunity before being dragged along for a free-fall. In the end, there was little he could really do besides ponder over what to yell at Loz while watching his hair flicker in the falling wind.

Once they landed, and Yazoo was released, he stood gracefully as if he hadn’t been gathered up in his brother’s arm like a sack. He turned to Loz slowly, taking in what he said and pushing off the aggravated words that had formulated in his own mind during their fall. (For now.)

Collecting us… he thought, also feeling that strange mental tug that his fellow remnant was describing. Something wanted them all together. He had a feeling he knew who or what it was, and did not want to succumb to its subtle orders.

Yazoo glanced back up at the top of the building they had just jumped from, then back down to Loz. “I feel it too. But I don’t know where we would find Kadaj.” He paused for a moment, remembering how he and his larger brother had come back into being. “Wouldn’t he return where he had died, like we did? Hm, I still don’t understand why we have returned in the first place…”

((OOC: Kadaj will be showing up soon...I think...^^; ))

Posted by: loz_reverto (loz_reverto)
Posted at: November 23rd, 2006 06:24 pm (UTC)
Re: The return

"...Do we have to separate, Yazoo?" Loz questioned, looking worried. His lower lip pouted freely now. "Can't we face this all together? Can't we find Kadaj and--?"

He remained unable to complete his thought as the hot tears began to clean his gravel-dusted face. He rubbed his fist across his cheeks and pulled them away. He regarded the mud quietly, waiting for his brother's answer.

((OOC: *laughs* My first impulse as to go all MSN-Loz and have him tackle-hug Yazoo and start unknowingly crushing him to death. *laughs* THEN cry some more for killing his poor brother.))

Posted by: Yazoo (yazoo_resurgam)
Posted at: November 23rd, 2006 08:02 pm (UTC)
Re: The return

Loz's simple mind could interpret things in the strangest ways sometimes. "No, Loz, I'm not suggesting we separate. Stop crying," Yazoo answered simply.

The remnant didn't know what to suggest they do, in fact. Figure out why they had been resurrected? Find Kadaj? Follow that strange instinct that was calling in both their minds? Kill something?

Finding Kadaj was probably their best option right now. However, that left the issue of where to find him. What if, for some reason, he hadn't been resurrected as well?

"We will find Kadaj together. Somehow."

Posted by: loz_reverto (loz_reverto)
Posted at: December 2nd, 2006 11:40 pm (UTC)
Re: The return

Posted by: kadaj_argentum (kadaj_argentum)
Posted at: December 5th, 2006 09:21 am (UTC)
Re: The return

Posted by: Yazoo (yazoo_resurgam)
Posted at: December 6th, 2006 03:34 am (UTC)
Re: The return

Posted by: loz_reverto (loz_reverto)
Posted at: December 6th, 2006 08:23 pm (UTC)
Re: The return

Posted by: kadaj_argentum (kadaj_argentum)
Posted at: December 9th, 2006 03:31 am (UTC)
Re: The return

Posted by: Yazoo (yazoo_resurgam)
Posted at: December 11th, 2006 05:30 pm (UTC)
Re: The return

Posted by: loz_reverto (loz_reverto)
Posted at: December 14th, 2006 01:49 pm (UTC)
Re: The return

Posted by: loz_reverto (loz_reverto)
Posted at: December 23rd, 2006 04:59 am (UTC)
Re: The return

Posted by: aenaku_kaosu (aenaku_kaosu)
Posted at: November 17th, 2006 08:10 pm (UTC)

Fenrir roared to life when he ignited the engine, the sound of it cutting through the air sharply a few times before being reduced to a low purr. He wheeled it around and then balanced his weight as he pushed off, speeding through the square and off towards the outer ruins.

If you wanted to find out something the best way was to go yourself. He knew this from experience. Of course no one would call him except to leave a voice mail since he hated speaking on telephones. He would much rather have someone face to face where he could see their expressions and actions.

The town seemed to move by him in a blur of faded colors as he leaned forward, a trail of dust misting in the air behind him, he couldn't put to rest a strange eerie feeling that was burying itself deep into the pit of his stomach.

While he was no cetra and couldn't hear the planet's song, one thing he did know was that she was at constant unrest, in constant pain and need. Somehow that sense of urgency was reaching him.

As the town became sparser and the barren land became more apparent he wondered if just maybe she was trying to tell him something. He payed more attention to his instincts than ever and while alert he saw no signs of any fiends in the area which was even more out of place than it should have been. There were almost always remnants of unfinished or decaying machines equiped with AI that had never registered it was time to end their protocols, sometimes the occasional beast or rare fowl, especially if you were unfamilar with the area.

Jagged rock bared itself out from the earth like great stony teeth, weathered clefts sometimes caught the wind and could be heard howling or moaning softly, the earth was dusty, cracked and dry, the life from it long since sucked away.

In the time Cloud had been alive he had never seen Midgar when it had been surrounded by green fields and trees. Now it was impossible to tell this place had even been inhabitable at one point. Everything of this place reeked of death. He knew Gaia wasn't going to be far behind at this rate.

Are you trying to tell me something... He wondered, azure eyes constantly flicking from place to place, picking out the easiest route past the drabs of stone. His lips were slightly pursed together, brows knit, obviously perplexed. Past memories never left him alone. It was one reason he hated coming through here.

Posted by: Zax Strife (saintsoldier)
Posted at: November 18th, 2006 02:50 am (UTC)

Zax was not happy. A few seconds after he'd managed to take his first step his knees completely gave way and he ended up slouched against the weathered buster sword, gripping tightly onto its hilt and panting heavily.

Okay. So maybe he shouldn't have expected to be able to do laps as soon as he'd plainly risen from the dead. Maybe if he'd been mindful enough he would've better realised the utter strangeness of being back from the dead, but in all fairness he was high on lifestream and feeling not at all well.

Okay. Just get away from here. Just do that first. Get away from this... damn place...

Figuring that the sword was a kind of gravestone and symbol at his own burial site, Zax saw no problem with yanking it out of the ground with all the strength he had (which at the moment, sadly, wasn't much) and using it to support himself as he attempted to skirt the cliffside and get somewhere... somewhere that wasn't here.

Posted by: aenaku_kaosu (aenaku_kaosu)
Posted at: November 18th, 2006 03:07 am (UTC)

For a moment memory seemed to cloud over his eyes, this place always made him feel an unexplainable kind of loneliness, a pang of what he felt was a lost cause. The memories lifted and he was not at all thrilled at what he saw.

His eyes constantly pried the horizon for anything that seemed threatening and in the distance he saw that the familar silhouette of a sword was missing. Who would dare disturb a gravesite?!

With a slight growl he veered Fenrir towards the slope. Maybe his mind was playing tricks on him, perhaps his lack of sleep was finally catching up on him and yet...he knew it should've been there.

The closer he became to the cliff the sooner he realized there was a lone figure moving at an ants pace and dragging something that glinted when it moved. He felt a sudden rush of rage fill him then. No one should ever dare to touch that place. No one! If they had wanted a sword they could've sooner stole one from a poor lone traveler!

Infuriated he revved the engine and urged the vehicle to move faster. He wouldn't stand for this.

Posted by: Zax Strife (saintsoldier)
Posted at: November 18th, 2006 03:27 am (UTC)
Zax - Loneliness

The distant roar of an engine echoed in Zax's ears... or maybe he was just imaginging things. He was aware now that he was quite vulnerable and delirious, maybe it was his primal instict for survival that somehow kept his legs moving, one, two, after the other. Step, step, thump. Step, step, thump.

What would Angeal say, seeing him demeanour the sword like this, using it like a walking stick? Undoubtedly the man wouldn't be happy. He barely used the sword for fighting, let along dragging it and stabbing it through the ground as a damn crutch.

The engines were getting louder, louder still. Couldn't still be a memory, could it...? Nah, he had to be hallucinating. No one came around this way anymore... he glanced up blearily, trying to focus on... a big black dot. That was getting bigger. And louder.

Oh hell.

Posted by: aenaku_kaosu (aenaku_kaosu)
Posted at: November 18th, 2006 03:38 am (UTC)

He engaged the autocruise,flicking a switch and pressing back on the pedals to slow it down to a slower speed that would come to a stop before the edge of the cliff. The outer frame of Fenrir extended as six seperate blades, three on either side, fanned out ready to be used.

Crouching low he gripped the hilt of the apocolypse coiling the muscles in his legs ready to spring on whoever it was. He didn't intend to let them get away with this.

Defiling a grave and stealing a dead man's possessions...someone he'd once treasured...was something they would have to pay for.

He gritted his teeth together, brows furrowed, sapphire eyes glowing fiercely with the planet's lifeblood and then pushed high into the air while Fenrir was still going at a decent speed. Breaking into a sprint when he landed to go and meet this person letting his blade's tip meeting the ground in a flurry of sparks as it met the course rocky landscape.

Posted by: Zax Strife (saintsoldier)
Posted at: November 18th, 2006 04:45 am (UTC)
Zax - Duel

Zax was starting to freak out a little. His vision was getting worse, he could still make out the shape of a person, the motorbike and its rider, but it was dramatically blurred and all he could tell was that he was being attacked and he had to do something quickly or he was going to be diced meat (considering that the guy had a sword that was as big as his).

Had he been in the right mind, it might have occured to him that this person was familiar. That the blonde hair was spiky even with the added blur of his eyes, unused to seeing. The furious growl coming from the other was even recognizable...

Gritting his teeth, Zax gave a grunt of effort and strained his arms, gathering all of the little strength he had and bringing the sword up to shield himself. His stance was bad, his footing was bad, he was preparing for the worst, but at least he wouldn't get killed.

The attackers sword slammed into his own with a force to be reckoned with, and with a harsh cry Zax was knocked back, slammed hard to the ground and skidding through the dust and dirt, sword flung from his ill-prepared grip off to the side somewhere.

Fuck, he was weak, and he hated it. Bring me back just ta get me killed again? Jeez, mother-Gaia, you suck.

Posted by: aenaku_kaosu (aenaku_kaosu)
Posted at: November 18th, 2006 05:04 am (UTC)

Posted by: Zax Strife (saintsoldier)
Posted at: November 18th, 2006 05:50 am (UTC)

Posted by: aenaku_kaosu (aenaku_kaosu)
Posted at: November 18th, 2006 06:07 am (UTC)

Posted by: Zax Strife (saintsoldier)
Posted at: November 18th, 2006 06:26 am (UTC)

Posted by: aenaku_kaosu (aenaku_kaosu)
Posted at: November 18th, 2006 06:41 am (UTC)

Posted by: Zax Strife (saintsoldier)
Posted at: November 18th, 2006 06:55 am (UTC)

Posted by: aenaku_kaosu (aenaku_kaosu)
Posted at: November 18th, 2006 07:26 am (UTC)

Posted by: Zax Strife (saintsoldier)
Posted at: November 18th, 2006 11:06 am (UTC)

Posted by: aenaku_kaosu (aenaku_kaosu)
Posted at: November 18th, 2006 11:47 am (UTC)

Posted by: beat_rush_tifa (beat_rush_tifa)
Posted at: December 11th, 2006 09:14 am (UTC)

Tifa’s day had been an uneasy one. This was not on any account due to strange occurrences. Call it woman’s intuition or whatever you will, Tifa was very uneasy. The day itself though had proved to be normal.

Denzel and Marlene had been good today, and while they weren’t always angels it wasn’t an amazingly rare occurrence. Nothing strange enough to be suspicious about, they weren’t children who were unusually good to get something out of a parent.

It was not yet time for the bar to open. She had spent the day caring mainly for the children and otherwise sprucing up the bar. It wasn’t good if the place looked slummy, some of the customers themselves were enough to scare off some potential customers.

As Tifa wiped the counters she looked at the clock, it was getting late in the afternoon but she still had a few hours before she usually opened the bar. The rag she was using to clean the counters gave no sounds or indications that it was being used, for some reason Tifa took time to notice that.

Today felt so normal, and so silent. Everything was as it was supposed to be. Not even the rags were abnormal in any way, not even the counters were dirtier than usual. There was no sign of anything abnormal at all, and yet here she stood feeling as if today was to bring something new.

Not even the rags seemed different from normal, so maybe Tifa was just hopeful for change. At the same time, why would she be? Things were good.

Tifa placed the rag under the counter and returned upstairs where Denzel and Marlene were. She looked at them as she came into the room they were currently in. They looked at her in return. What were they expecting? What was Tifa expecting?

“Tifa?” Marlene asked, her voice no different than usual. The tone of voice she carried and the looks of curiosity no more abnormal than any other case where Marlene had encountered a situation where she did not know what was going on.

Tifa shook her head, “Nothing, nothing at all”

Perhaps today there really was nothing going on at all.

Tifa looked out a window in her room, where she had come to relax for awhile. She looked out of it, expecting something as she had all day. Yet nothing.

Tifa sighed and sat in her chair, until she heard an odd knocking. It was faint and....Tifa shook her head at herself. It wasn't strange, it was very recognizable. Someone was knocking on the door, it was faint because it was downstairs.

Tifa went back downstairs while shaking her head at herself, "you're letting yourself go Tifa" she opened the door with a sigh to see someone who frequented her bar.

He looked frightened.

Perhaps, Tifa had been right after all.

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