//I accept discussions or random starters. I do NOT accept anyone coming to fight with my character. I want stories, adventures, plot. Not just someone looking for a sword measuring contest. I'm a multi para + writer and willing to write with anyone and everyone from whatever genre, as long as I can fit Kadaj into it, I'm willing to give it a go.
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Kadaj, SHM, Remnant
Final Fantasy, Advent Children, Fantasy, Medieval, Crossover & Customs encouraged
About me: 'Kadaj? You don't have to hang on any longer. Everyone's waiting, if you're ready...'
That was the last words he heard. Ready to believe that he was done, he surrendered and dissolved into the lifestream. The lifestream was the flow of life that came from the planet and so returned to the planet, the perfect example of recycling. However, he wasn't such a simplistic creation and found that he wasn't so much recycled as he was spat back out like a parasite.
And where was he? Somewhere lost between life and death, gloved fingers lightly clawing against the terrain that lay beneath him, vision blurred, distorted images of the truth denying him sensory identification. He attempted to move, the mind willing, but the body lacking. Too soon. Steadily the multiple images began to align and a soft chuckle escaped the youngest remnant as recollection came; the Forgotten City, or the outskirts of. The very pool where Cloud said his farewells to Aerith, where he and his brothers sought refuge. There was irony in there some where.
How long had it been? For him, it was mere moments, as if, not ten minutes prior his body was released broken by the General that fled as death came. But, had it really only been minutes, or days, weeks, months?! Another attempt to move, another failure.
It had been three months since he was spat out unwanted and left for dead upon the precipice of the Forgotten City. The youngest spirit had made it to the city itself and to refuge in one of the empty buildings. Time was spent recovering, searching the city that was impossible to reach without the elusive harp; something his brothers and he had never had a problem with. His brothers... what happened to them? Did that idiot Strife end them too? Were they spat out like unwanted garbage? Where were they? He had searched every inch of the city, finding some lingering remnants of materia they had stolen a life time ago, along with a few accessories. Good. He still held his prized possession, the Souba, and, to his delight, he found his bike waiting for him upon the very edges of the city.
For whatever reason, he was back and thus he must continue with his plans. The goal remaining the same, but he wanted to, somehow, avoid becoming Sephiroth this time around. Last time, they had rushed, pushed for glory, and, ultimately, failed. This time, he'd take it slow, keep himself hidden. Hopefully, he'll find his brothers, and together they could formulate a new plan.
Hello again young remnant! How have you been since we last chitchatted? Has life been treating you well as of late? I hope you enjoyed my last reply. And please do enjoy my newest reply as well. As always; Please take your time replying back :D
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Sephiroth watched the youngest remnant fight. The creature – no longer living but not dead either, was persistent, not failing or giving up until Kadaj’s blade severed the brain. Not just the head from the shoulders, but destroying the brain utterly. It was not going to be a matter of lopping off heads, but crushing them, turning the grey matter to pulp. It was a disgusting thought, but it would be done. He gave a brief nod before hopping down lightly and joining the fray.
The moment his feet touched the floor, the undead were on him. Their shambling, moving gait excited by the presence of living flesh. Sephiroth brought his blade up. The formidable long weapon glinted in the light before slicing the first victim. It would not be an easy feat, killing in close range with such a long blade. Maybe he should use a weapon which required less finesse against these creatures. A short dagger, or an axe… He dismissed the thought, he had neither and this would do for the time being. He was swift, graceful as he moved through the pack of creatures. His sword found its mark many times, but like Kadaj, he quickly realised that it was brain destruction or nothing else.
Cutting limbs off did have the added bonus of making it harder for the undead to reach him, especially if he targeted the lower ones. It had been so long since he’d fought. The physical excursion was long ago familiar. Muscle memory did more than his actual and he let his body flow into the rhythm of fighting rather than fight against it. Sephiroth did not know how long he fought for, only that he cut one monster down for it to be replaced by another. Kadaj was there too, fighting every bit as hard as he was. He was sure he heard laughter as they stepped around the pathetic shambling things, determined to do their worst!
No good plan survived an encounter with the enemy, that was how the old saying went wasn’t it? This was no different. Problem was, this issue was turning into more than a small hitch. Without the dead returning to the life stream, there would be no overwhelming catastrophe, there would be no returning Jenova to her seat of power and no ruling the world. It wouldn’t do. There was no way this rabble of undead monsters could be allowed to come between him and the great plan. The puppets, remnants, had done a grand job up until now, however it was time for him to step in and assist with the problem first hand.
So it was that he stepped out of the live stream for the first time in years. It stung. The cold air, the sharp intake of oxygen, the whip of the wind and the myriad of smells bombarded him. That first breath gave strength to his limbs and he stretched. It was both familiar and brand new at the same time. The feel of the earth under his feet, the rustle of the trees… then the slow moan of very creatures he had stepped forth to destroy. Not close. Snapping his head up, Sephiroth knew he had to move. One of the remnants was close by, finding them and working with them would be better for all involved.
The ground crunched as the reborn calamity took his first step. Sharp eyes took in the scene – the undead creatures had done significant damage to the human settlements of the place, it had not been a pretty sight the first time he had been here, now it was a wreck. Although there were no actual fires currently, the scent of burning wafted through the city.
The scent of the remnant, Kadaj was its name, was there under it all. They were hard to miss. It was not just scent, it was the way he thought, the way he moved… Sephiroth had spent so long watching and using these remnants from the life stream that it was difficult to not see them anymore. He had been able to see everyone from the life stream; even Cloud and his band of troublemakers had shown up. He couldn’t find them now though.
Stepping over a small stream of green tinged water, he came up on the remnant. Kadaj. He was standing before a crowd of undead looking what could be described as quizzical. “This is not what we had planned,” Sephiroth said. His voice was rough with lack of use, though he was sure that would change. “We need to destroy them.” That came through clearer. Good. He brought his sword up, preparing to dash the bodies of the ones that would shuffle forward first, eager to grant them their doom.