“Who are those strange men? Come away from them now!”
“What’s wrong with your eyes?!”
“Such arrogance…Do you see it?”
The thick chain felt cold and heavy in his hand. Good. It wouldn’t break easily, he thought as he gave it an experimental tug to make sure it was firmly set into the eyesore of a monument that had been erected as a pathetic attempt at self-soothing by the guilty minds of Midgar. A few feet away, he caught sight of his brother doing the same with a different chain while around them the angry bleating of frightened people sounded.
How sorry they all looked. So confused and frightened. And the fun hadn’t even started yet either. If they had any sense of self-preservation, they’d be fleeing instead of swarming around this ridiculous shrine that glorified a tragedy as far as he was concerned.
He turned cold, green eyes out upon the crowd and watched one of those lesser creatures attempt to pull away one of the many children that encircled the large monument, watched with indifference as she fussed and fawned over the child and tried to pull him away. A subtle smirk of amusement as the child refused to move and shoved the woman away much to her surprise. It quickly disappeared back into the blasé expression that regularly graced his features.
“What did you do to them?!”
What had he done to them? To the ones that the city had abandoned and cast off simply because they had been touched by someone so much more important than them? Been given an opportunity to set right what these fools and monsters had sought to destroy? Those disgusting, arrogant, self-important and stupid creatures. Who did they think they were? What rights do they have to make demands of him? Of his brothers and their new little siblings? They who would keep Mother from them and deny everyone the better world that she would create? Those filthy, lying, stupid worms.
"So much hatred.."
Yazoo shook his head quickly to clear it. What was he thinking about?
A dark chuckle to his side drew his attention back to his brother who smirked at him with a subtle nod. He too was growing tired of these tedious people as they complained, whined and threatened but not a single one of them dared step past a simple ring of children because they didn’t actually care. Not really. Their own lives were too important to them. They would never sacrifice themselves for the greater good.
Cowards.
He raised his hand towards the crowd and a hush came across them, as if they expected some kind of speech. Perhaps they thought he would waste his breath attempting to justify himself to them? What a foolish notion. Instead, Yazoo gave them the excuse they wanted to run away, a way to save face later on when asked how they could abandon their own children again as large beasts of tangible shadow answered his call and began to tear through the crowd with a fury that matched that deep dark rage inside him that so very rarely showed upon his deceivingly calm face.
"Do you see how hot it is?"
"But whose is it?"
The panicked screaming almost sounded like music to him as the beasts chased away the mob. The young man picked up the chain once more to set about his task as his brother mirrored his movements.
”And what are we up to?”
Another interruption. Two lap dogs approached in their matching black suits, weapons already drawn. Oh. This would be fu–-
“What do you think you’re doing?!”
“Get away from there!”
“I was so worried!”
“Who are those strange men? Come away from them now!”
“What’s wrong with your eyes?!”
Yazoo shook his head, heavy chain in one hand, the other reaching towards his skull as an irritating drone seemed to echo in his ears. He blinked those cat-like eyes of his a few times as he looked around at the angry, whining crowd then towards his brother who tugged on the heavy chain in his hands to see that it was secure. Of course it was secure. They’d already checked that…Hadn’t they?
Wait…What was going on here?
Once more he casts a calculating gaze out across the crowd. How many times had he done this? He hadn’t really been paying attention before, his mind and body going through the motions. But something was different. Something had changed that had broken through whatever had been happening to him but what…
There. That one. That one wasn't right.
“You don’t belong here.” The silver haired man stated as he stopped what he had been doing (again) and pointed directly at the one face in a sea of angry faces that didn’t match, “What have you done?”
”Arrogant, angry…Lost.”
2. Amplitheater - Siren Songs
How did he get here? Where even was here?! Focus.
Yazoo quickly realized two things. First, he was under water and second, he needed to breathe. There seemed to be light shining over head, so he kicked his legs and swam upward then gasped for air before he tried to orient himself. What was he even looking at?
An ocean? What were those wooden things floating in it? Were they supposed to be…Ships?
Someone yelled about a man overboard as he bobbed there treading water, trying to figure out just what it was his eyes were telling him that his mind did not actually understand in the dimming twilight. Before he knew it, a smaller (though still far larger than he would have thought) ship had come close enough to toss the young man a rope to pull himself aboard with. It was like the moment his feet touched the deck of the tall ship, he suddenly had an understanding of the vessel, the likes of which he’d ever seen before.
It was an acutely strange sensation but not one that was entirely unfamiliar. His head was already full of things he shouldn’t possibly know but it was hardly worth thinking about right now as he moved to port and helped adjust the rigging while the first mate bellowed orders to prepare to make a run for safe harbour before the damnedable sea wenches started their cursed singing at them. The man had just barely gotten the words out when a single voice seemed to call out from the growing darkness, then another and slowly more and more. From all sides the cursed song could be heard. A quick glance over the side was enough to confirm what he’d already suspected, the ship was surrounded and the locals were getting restless.
There was a call to arms followed shortly by a surprised cry and watery splash, then the ship jostled from side to side as an overwhelming stench of rotting fish filled the air. Another scream as a mariner was snatched over the railings of the ship to his fate in the seas below them as the singing grew louder still. Practically beside Yazoo’s ear even.
No, no that was beside his ear, he realized as he quickly drew the revolver from his side and wiped around to take aim at the unwelcomed creature behind him ready to fire only to discover what he possessed was not the high powered handgun he was so accustomed to but a very old and outdated looking flintlock pistol. A wet flintlock pistol. There was an unimpressed sneer from the pale man as he adjusted his plan of attack and quickly flipped the weapon around in his hand to whip the heavy wooden handle across the sideskull of the attacking monstrosity then shoved it off of the ship and back into the waters below.
“Somebody get me a gun!” He called out to the ship at large as surely someone on this tub had one that they weren’t using and he’d be damned before he let some bad tuna take him down before he knew just where the hell he was.
3. District 3 - Lantern Lights
It’s. So. Pink.
Disgusting.
Yes, alright fine. There was an aesthetic here and he was sure it was perfectly lovely in its own way. But everywhere he looked there was some shade of pink. Signs, buildings, the lantern light being used to illuminate the night time streets. Even the plants which he found especially offensive, along with their sickly flowery smell.
Look, he has some deep seeded issues with the colour pink. It was an annoying colour though he couldn’t say exactly why that was. It just simply was. But it was also where he found himself after a rather wet time and Yazoo just wanted somewhere to sit and collect his thoughts as he picked little flecks of damp seaweed out of his hair. Or at least that had been the plan before some rather determined looking person climbed up on a bench a little further down from where he was seated to start reciting passages from a book rather poorly. It was ignorable for the first two or three minutes but when they hit the five minute mark, Yazoo stopped trying to think about the day and started looking for several rocks. He’d even take the pink ones at this point.
“Excuse me, are you using those?” He asked with a gesture to a small cluster of smooth stones that rested on the ground near someone else’s foot. Wouldn’t want to be seen as rude before he started throwing stones after all.
4. Wildcard - Dealer’s Choice
((ooc: Want to plot or have a different idea? I’m game. Hit me up here or with a PM and we’ll get something going.))
Yazoo | Final Fantasy: Advent Children Complete
1. Arrival (click click)
“What do you think you’re doing?!”
“Get away from there!”
“I was so worried!”
“Who are those strange men? Come away from them now!”
“What’s wrong with your eyes?!”
“Such arrogance…Do you see it?”
The thick chain felt cold and heavy in his hand. Good. It wouldn’t break easily, he thought as he gave it an experimental tug to make sure it was firmly set into the eyesore of a monument that had been erected as a pathetic attempt at self-soothing by the guilty minds of Midgar. A few feet away, he caught sight of his brother doing the same with a different chain while around them the angry bleating of frightened people sounded.
How sorry they all looked. So confused and frightened. And the fun hadn’t even started yet either. If they had any sense of self-preservation, they’d be fleeing instead of swarming around this ridiculous shrine that glorified a tragedy as far as he was concerned.
He turned cold, green eyes out upon the crowd and watched one of those lesser creatures attempt to pull away one of the many children that encircled the large monument, watched with indifference as she fussed and fawned over the child and tried to pull him away. A subtle smirk of amusement as the child refused to move and shoved the woman away much to her surprise. It quickly disappeared back into the blasé expression that regularly graced his features.
“What did you do to them?!”
What had he done to them? To the ones that the city had abandoned and cast off simply because they had been touched by someone so much more important than them? Been given an opportunity to set right what these fools and monsters had sought to destroy? Those disgusting, arrogant, self-important and stupid creatures. Who did they think they were? What rights do they have to make demands of him? Of his brothers and their new little siblings? They who would keep Mother from them and deny everyone the better world that she would create? Those filthy, lying, stupid worms.
"So much hatred.."
Yazoo shook his head quickly to clear it. What was he thinking about?
A dark chuckle to his side drew his attention back to his brother who smirked at him with a subtle nod. He too was growing tired of these tedious people as they complained, whined and threatened but not a single one of them dared step past a simple ring of children because they didn’t actually care. Not really. Their own lives were too important to them. They would never sacrifice themselves for the greater good.
Cowards.
He raised his hand towards the crowd and a hush came across them, as if they expected some kind of speech. Perhaps they thought he would waste his breath attempting to justify himself to them? What a foolish notion. Instead, Yazoo gave them the excuse they wanted to run away, a way to save face later on when asked how they could abandon their own children again as large beasts of tangible shadow answered his call and began to tear through the crowd with a fury that matched that deep dark rage inside him that so very rarely showed upon his deceivingly calm face.
"Do you see how hot it is?"
"But whose is it?"
The panicked screaming almost sounded like music to him as the beasts chased away the mob. The young man picked up the chain once more to set about his task as his brother mirrored his movements.
”And what are we up to?”
Another interruption. Two lap dogs approached in their matching black suits, weapons already drawn. Oh. This would be fu–-
“What do you think you’re doing?!”
“Get away from there!”
“I was so worried!”
“Who are those strange men? Come away from them now!”
“What’s wrong with your eyes?!”
Yazoo shook his head, heavy chain in one hand, the other reaching towards his skull as an irritating drone seemed to echo in his ears. He blinked those cat-like eyes of his a few times as he looked around at the angry, whining crowd then towards his brother who tugged on the heavy chain in his hands to see that it was secure. Of course it was secure. They’d already checked that…Hadn’t they?
Wait…What was going on here?
Once more he casts a calculating gaze out across the crowd. How many times had he done this? He hadn’t really been paying attention before, his mind and body going through the motions. But something was different. Something had changed that had broken through whatever had been happening to him but what…
There. That one. That one wasn't right.
“You don’t belong here.” The silver haired man stated as he stopped what he had been doing (again) and pointed directly at the one face in a sea of angry faces that didn’t match, “What have you done?”
”Arrogant, angry…Lost.”
2. Amplitheater - Siren Songs
How did he get here? Where even was here?! Focus.
Yazoo quickly realized two things. First, he was under water and second, he needed to breathe. There seemed to be light shining over head, so he kicked his legs and swam upward then gasped for air before he tried to orient himself. What was he even looking at?
An ocean? What were those wooden things floating in it? Were they supposed to be…Ships?
Someone yelled about a man overboard as he bobbed there treading water, trying to figure out just what it was his eyes were telling him that his mind did not actually understand in the dimming twilight. Before he knew it, a smaller (though still far larger than he would have thought) ship had come close enough to toss the young man a rope to pull himself aboard with. It was like the moment his feet touched the deck of the tall ship, he suddenly had an understanding of the vessel, the likes of which he’d ever seen before.
It was an acutely strange sensation but not one that was entirely unfamiliar. His head was already full of things he shouldn’t possibly know but it was hardly worth thinking about right now as he moved to port and helped adjust the rigging while the first mate bellowed orders to prepare to make a run for safe harbour before the damnedable sea wenches started their cursed singing at them. The man had just barely gotten the words out when a single voice seemed to call out from the growing darkness, then another and slowly more and more. From all sides the cursed song could be heard. A quick glance over the side was enough to confirm what he’d already suspected, the ship was surrounded and the locals were getting restless.
There was a call to arms followed shortly by a surprised cry and watery splash, then the ship jostled from side to side as an overwhelming stench of rotting fish filled the air. Another scream as a mariner was snatched over the railings of the ship to his fate in the seas below them as the singing grew louder still. Practically beside Yazoo’s ear even.
No, no that was beside his ear, he realized as he quickly drew the revolver from his side and wiped around to take aim at the unwelcomed creature behind him ready to fire only to discover what he possessed was not the high powered handgun he was so accustomed to but a very old and outdated looking flintlock pistol. A wet flintlock pistol. There was an unimpressed sneer from the pale man as he adjusted his plan of attack and quickly flipped the weapon around in his hand to whip the heavy wooden handle across the sideskull of the attacking monstrosity then shoved it off of the ship and back into the waters below.
“Somebody get me a gun!” He called out to the ship at large as surely someone on this tub had one that they weren’t using and he’d be damned before he let some bad tuna take him down before he knew just where the hell he was.
3. District 3 - Lantern Lights
It’s. So. Pink.
Disgusting.
Yes, alright fine. There was an aesthetic here and he was sure it was perfectly lovely in its own way. But everywhere he looked there was some shade of pink. Signs, buildings, the lantern light being used to illuminate the night time streets. Even the plants which he found especially offensive, along with their sickly flowery smell.
Look, he has some deep seeded issues with the colour pink. It was an annoying colour though he couldn’t say exactly why that was. It just simply was. But it was also where he found himself after a rather wet time and Yazoo just wanted somewhere to sit and collect his thoughts as he picked little flecks of damp seaweed out of his hair. Or at least that had been the plan before some rather determined looking person climbed up on a bench a little further down from where he was seated to start reciting passages from a book rather poorly. It was ignorable for the first two or three minutes but when they hit the five minute mark, Yazoo stopped trying to think about the day and started looking for several rocks. He’d even take the pink ones at this point.
“Excuse me, are you using those?” He asked with a gesture to a small cluster of smooth stones that rested on the ground near someone else’s foot. Wouldn’t want to be seen as rude before he started throwing stones after all.
4. Wildcard - Dealer’s Choice
((ooc: Want to plot or have a different idea? I’m game. Hit me up here or with a PM and we’ll get something going.))