𝐇𝐈𝐒 𝐈𝐌𝐀𝐆𝐄  

[k-adaj]

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𝐑𝐔𝐋𝐄𝐒           ㄨ           𝐀𝐁𝐎𝐔𝐓           ㄨ           𝐇𝐄𝐀𝐃𝐂𝐀𝐍𝐎𝐍𝐒

[k-adaj]

𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐑𝐄𝐌𝐀𝐈𝐍𝐒 𝐎𝐅 𝐀𝐍 𝐎𝐋𝐃 𝐋𝐀𝐁𝐎𝐑𝐀𝐓𝐎𝐑𝐘  are  sunk  in  perpetual gloom,  like  a  desolate crypt  located  in  a  twisting  maze  just  beneath  the  city.  it  smells  of  rusty  old  pipes,  mold,  &  drains  that  date  back  at  least  century, the occasional flashes of thunder filtering through the ceiling vents barely outlining any of the worn-down machinery scattered about; a long series of looming test tubes, black screens, as well as torn cables & shattered glass covering most of the aluminium flooring. it's a truly forlorn place, yet as sephiroth & two shinra troopers continue to venture deeper into the dark, something begins to glimmer at their feet...

blood.

at first there are only a few drops, like a handful of small rubies. then, a splatter & a smear, dragging all the way up to a pair of locked doors. the mission given to them back at the hq was clear: investigate the abandoned laboratory & retrieve a sealed box located somewhere inside, but that trail of blood makes the troopers freeze in place. not even wererats should be in here, let alone people. one of the two eventually glances at the silver-haired youth & asks, albeit somewhat hesitantly, ❝ uh... sephiroth? didn't you say this place was abandoned? ❞

@sephaeroth

[reh-hateshumans]

[man-butcher]

Both stood in a dimly lit warehouse, flickering lights hanging above painted the space between them with tension. Dressed in a perfectly tailored suit that accentuated his muscular build, our tyrant looked every bit the businessman — his perfect façade that masked the killing machine beneath. His blonde hair was slicked back, framing a face that could have belonged to a model, angular and flawless, save for the silver tint in his eyes that hinted at something far more sinister.

In his hand, he casually held a sleek, metallic container. It was small, unassuming to the untrained eye, but Smasher knew it was important — well, Arasaka’s intel had been crystal clear on that point and they were hardly wrong. Whatever was inside the container was valuable, a kind of value that men like Kadaj would tear the city apart for. Given the trail of destruction Kadaj had left behind in his blazing trail, Smasher had no doubt that this was the key to capturing the stranger.

He didn’t need to understand what was in the box; he just needed to leverage it and on such note, his lips twitched, curled, they contorted into the smile of a a creature who enjoyed causing pain onto others.

❝ You’ve caused quite the mess for Arasaka, kid. ❞ Adam began, his husky voice chambered across the vast emptiness of the warehouse. ❝ They want you alive, so don't fuck around or else — ❞ Before Kadaj could move a muscle, Adam's palm somehow slid a smart-link firearm from underneath the sleeve, allowing its hollow barrel to blatantly point at the box.

𝐈𝐍𝐅𝐎𝐑𝐌𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍 𝐒𝐇𝐀𝐑𝐃; starter 𝐂𝐎𝐍𝐍𝐄𝐂𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍: @k-adaj

[k-adaj]

𝐅𝐎𝐑 𝐖𝐄𝐄𝐊𝐒 𝐊𝐀𝐃𝐀𝐉 𝐇𝐀𝐃 𝐂𝐎𝐌𝐁𝐄𝐃 𝐓𝐇𝐑𝐎𝐔𝐆𝐇 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐂𝐈𝐓𝐘 𝐎𝐅 𝐌𝐈𝐃𝐆𝐀𝐑 𝐈𝐍 𝐒𝐄𝐀𝐑𝐂𝐇 𝐎𝐅 𝐉.𝐄.𝐍.𝐎.𝐕.𝐀. he interrogated the weak & the compliant, & crushed the opposing, searching through every single grimy corner til the streets finally whispered of a potential lead ── of the vermin who may have kidnapped her ── the supposed ' butcher ' of the shinra electric power company. kadaj & yazoo felt quite sceptical at first but, seeing the box now in person, it'd seem as though the dead men do not lie.

❝ you.... ❞ he hisses in a low, dangerous tone, the unfurling words dripping with nothing short of pure vitriol; ❝ get your..... filthy..... hands off of her. ❞ the remnant isn't even trying to hide his anger as he suddenly steps closer & reaching for the handle of his souba, gets ready to exterminate yet another pest from this wretched planet ── only to stop as soon as a gun is drawn. ❝ . . . . . ?! ❞ wait. no.... hold on. that bastard! kadaj immediately halts in place, his leather-clad fingers twitching a mere inch away from the handle. it's obvious that the man won't do it. he knows it. he knows it & yet.... & yet. ❝ . . . . . ❞ kadaj doesn't so much step closer. he can't. the cold & arrogant smile plastered on adam's face sets a seed of doubt in the otherwise relentless creature, for once making him hesitate. after all, he'd seen humans betray even their own kind before & if there's but a slither of chance that the trigger is pulled, the remnant won't & can't risk it; mother is just too fragile right now. too unguarded. she won't survive.

alas inhaling a deep breath, the remnant slowly recomposes just as his serpentine eyes sharpen their black slits, giving the youth a stunningly wicked look. if eyes alone could kill, the infamous butcher of shinra would be dead a hundred times over tonight. ❝ if you don't give mother back.... you won't leave this place.... alive. ❞

[k-adaj]

⸻ 𝐈𝐍 𝐁𝐀𝐓𝐓𝐋𝐄 [ … ] 𝐘𝐎𝐔𝐑 𝐌𝐔𝐒𝐄,

bold what applies - italicise sometimes. repost, don’t reblog.

fights honorably / fights dirty

prefers close - quarters / prefers range

chats during / goes silent

low pain tolerance / high pain tolerance

attacks in bursts / attacks steadily

goes for the kill / aims to disarm / fights defensively / strikes first

is provoked easily / provokes their opponent / teases

gets visibly frustrated / shouts while attacking

uses strategy / focuses on the battle / experiences conflicting thoughts during battle

rushes in recklessly / tries to read their opponent before engaging / fights wildly / fights calmly / fights apathetically / fights with anger / fights with excitement

fights because they have to / fights because they want to

fights without regard to wounds / runs away when wounded / hides wounds / takes a blow to protect another

prefers a blade / prefers a gun / prefers hand to hand combat / prefers a bow / prefers a shield / prefers a personalised weapon / prefers magic alchemy or spells

their greatest weakness is physical / their greatest weakness is mental / their greatest weakness is emotional

transforms for battle / fights as they appear

relies on strength / doubts their strength / relies on speed

uses everything they have / proceeds with caution / hides their full potential

exhausts quickly / has high stamina

behaves arrogantly / brags after landing a hit / belittles their abilities

uses psychological tactics / uses brute strength

avoids civilians / strikes down civilians

damages surroundings / avoids damaging surroundings

signature fighting style / makes it up as they go

mastered skill - set / learning their skill - set

messy fighter / elegant fighter

accepts defeat / refuses defeat / begs for mercy

compliments their opponent / insults their opponent

uses unnecessary movements / moves efficiently / barely moves

prefers to dodge / prefers to block

defends their blindside / has no blindside / leaves blindsides vulnerable

uses all available advantages / strictly uses one main method

plays around / holds back / fights ruthlessly / shows mercy

waits for an opponent to be ready / strikes when opponent isn’t ready

fears death / fears pain / fears killing

has ptsd / avoids fighting

has lost a fight / has won a fight

has killed / refuses to kill

wants to die standing / would succumb slowly

tagged by : @strifiisms

[chronic-paragon]

Harmony draws a sharp breath through clenched teeth. Pain sparks over her scalp from Kadaj's twisting the long locks and pulling her head back. She thrashed and writhed with no success, but her body tensed from his heated breath and that tap of his blade on her thigh. Wide, tearful eyes glare at him.

"What?" She asks, "To be your minion? You're serious?" The Turk growls, struggling to break free from the Remnant's hold. Those words stab her like an icy blade. Harmony doesn't want to believe him. But they are not far from the truth. Rufus intervened on her behalf not out of kindness or pity. He saw her as a tool for his protection and nothing more. Her rescuer would have no issue to leave her behind. That hurt. Rufus never hid that fact but hearing that still hurt. Harmony clings to her fierce front, but the pain of the truth can't be hidden. "Stop! Y-you're lying! Why should I trust you?"

[k-adaj]

𝐀𝐒 𝐇𝐀𝐑𝐌𝐎𝐍𝐘 𝐒𝐓𝐑𝐔𝐆𝐆𝐋𝐄𝐒 & 𝐖𝐑𝐈𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐒, trapped like a rabbit within the jaws of a viper, kadaj continues to watch her condescendingly, with a crooked brow & a mocking smile. he couldn't careless about what she thinks, retaining a firm hold on the tortured locks until those words of ' trust ' come forth & he just laughs, a delighted burst of sound. ❝ who says anything about ' trust... ' ? don't flatter yourself. ❞ tilting his head ever so slightly with the silvery bangs brushing across own shoulder, kadaj glances at harmony's quivering lips before returning back to her eyes. ❝ you've wasted enough of my time already & while i should just kill you for that alone, i'm also feeling rather generous today; be thankful. i'm about to leave you with a very special parting gift. ❞

suddenly sheathing his sword back into its liquored sheathe, the remnant pouts with complete & utter sarcasm seconds before closing the gap between them & just like that, clash their lips together in a searing kiss. one which he soon parts with a sleek tongue, allowing for the negative lifestream to surge into her mouth like a slithering mass of black tendrils.

[man-butcher]

The very foundation of Shinra Electrics quaked violently as a deafening crash reverberated through its core. Dust and debris erupted into the air akin to a plague, and in an instant, the concrete floor succumbed due defiant bastard putting up a fight. Our tyrant without response plummeted through, his inconceivable weight had no trouble to face what was in store.

The initial impact was catastrophic. The floor beneath him buckled, unable to withstand the force of his massive, cybernetic frame. The ground below too caved in, sending splinters of metal and shards of concrete flying in every direction. The structure, once solid and unyielding, crumbled like brittle parchment under the sheer pressure of his descent.

As he crashed through the first floor, the cascade of destruction began. People in suits, people in lab coats, monsters in test tubes, furniture and business supplies became crushed beneath debris the further he made his descent. Any ensuing screams were immediately muffled and if Smasher could feel an inkling of adrenaline? This was it, this was the exact moment he'd been waiting, a pile of meat that didn't get crushed under a single rain of bullets.

The last floor, able to hold him, trembled slightly. ❝ Cocky little punks! ❞ Cybernetic lenses immediately craned skywards where two outlines descended at a fast speed. Smasher then made routine a check to quickly enumerate the utensils and containers in his immediate vicinity, some having propagative elements bustling within them. All that the two would see plummet past the veil of dust and debris directly at them was two large canisters leaking some manner of substance, ensued by a single arm canon shot that pierced past the dust itself and lit the whole flickering place. Should they have any direct impact, the nitrogen should serve as a nice ice coat, all whilst keeping Smasher obfuscated beneath the whole coat of dust.

[k-adaj]

𝐓𝐇𝐑𝐎𝐔𝐆𝐇 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐒𝐏𝐈𝐑𝐀𝐋 𝐎𝐅 𝐒𝐌𝐎𝐊𝐄 & 𝐅𝐈𝐑𝐄 𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐘 𝐃𝐄𝐒𝐂𝐄𝐍𝐃, a synchronized extraterrestrial duet. one up front & the other close behind, their smiles matched only the rapacious intent shining oh so brightly in their serpentine eyes, their needle-thin irises reflecting a pair of cannisters rolling in. loz, paving the path, doesn't even flinch & just continues to dive down like a titanium bullet, followed by yazoo who suddenly re-manoeuvres with grace in mid-air & pressing a tip of his black boot 'pon the man's muscular back, leaps to deviate, firing his velvet nightmare ── one bullet per cannister. the explosion is imminent. a loud bang thunders throughout the pit, followed by white vapor & fragmented shards flying outward at high speeds. loz tanks them all, using both forearms to stop any aimed at his face in particular. ❝ RAHHHH── !! ❞

tearing through the glistering clouds that suddenly overlap everything, the remnant ignores the searing ice & jabs of metal that viciously bite into his simulated flesh, just to swoop down on adam & deliver one hell of a powerful blow to his face, tilting own full-body weight straight into it. in that very same second, a contraption activates. the dual hound springs into action & jabs, pummelling the cyborg's head with a blow of raw electric current. yazoo meanwhile doesn't wait, his elegant silhouette landing 'pon a broken test tube as he quickly aims his gun again, but this time at a metal pipe near adam. he shoots it with deadly accuracy, a scorching steam jutting out of the hole like an erupting geyser to punch & swallow the already preoccupied cyborg. loz immediately flash-steps away, most of his body now free from the sheet of ice thanks to the intervention but not quite scott-free; his tall & muscular body is still riddled with metallic shards & bleeding profusely with black blood, his simulated flesh trying to patch the collateral damage.

❝ tsk... ❞ he kisses his teeth, frowning at own body. ❝ i think i broke my phone.... ❞ reaching into the pocket of his tight leather pants, loz retrieves a pair of slabs connected by a petty wire, a metallic shard lodged inside the flickering screen; ❝ urghhh.... brother is going to be mad. ❞

[titusdravtos]

J E N O V A || Calamity from the Skies

[moved-saintsebastiensbf]

Herakles, trans. by Anne Carson

[m-ythos]

In the dimly lit confines of a concealed mithril cave is where our warrior was, the air was thick with combined scents of earth and minerals. Soft glistening lights from the cave’s natural luminescence veiled long shadows on the walls, revealing their rough and rather jagged surfaces of the cave’s interior. Clive who was on an expedition had his dark hair slightly disheveled from the exertions of the day, he was knelt beside a figure slumped against the cool, rocky floor.

The stranger was utterly unknown, an unfamiliar face whose features bore a striking resemblance to someone Clive could have sworn he had seen before - or perhaps not. This young man's doll-like complexion was pale, and his silver hair fanned out around him like a halo of moonlight.

Clive could not help but share an expression of concern as he gently cradled the stranger's head on his knee. He popped open a leather pouch in order to pour trickles of water to try and somehow bring the stranger to life

❝ Come now, ❞ Clive murmured softly, his voice almost lost in the vast silence of the cave. ❝ You must wake up. ❞

@k-adaj

[k-adaj]

𝐀𝐒 𝐇𝐄 𝐒𝐋𝐄𝐏𝐓, kadaj found himself floating in air. a cold, dark, & empty space, like that of the cosmos but not quite, for there were no stars into which he fell; only darkness. one which stretched on & on indefinitely, being so very vast & deep that the remnant felt as though he was but a lost slither of a broken moon, & this boundless prison his punishment. to be forever abandoned. forgotten. cast away like dirt by their mother. oh, words alone could not express the pain kadaj felt in his chest in that moment, having failed not only to retrieve her, but also convince cloud to join them before meeting own inevitable end, or rather, penance. perhaps sephiroth was & always will be──

a sudden pause. the remnant gasps as something washes over him & like an electric ripple, makes all his senses come alive. ❝ . . . . . ?! ❞ instinctively arching his back against the feeling, kadaj's serpentine eyes now snap open just as darkness shatters & reveals a brand new scenery, as well as an unknown man upholding him. breathless, he stares at the other without thinking, almost like a person who was miraculously saved from drowning. no words come to his mind & neither does the feeling of cold water glazing his pale face or the silvery hair, being all too focused on the warmth alone; the breaths fanning his trembling lips, the strong thighs supporting him & those large yet gentle hands grounding him in reality. a mindless whisper eventually managing to escape, ❝ am i... alive... ? ❞

[chronic-paragon]

@k-adaj

"AAAAAAAAAH!" A shrill shriek follows the swift slice of her arm. Though the bionic parts are of metal, wire, and fluid, unlike the rest of her body of flesh and blood, that very action of losing an arm stirs grim memories of her past when she was one of Shinra's soldiers. One fateful night at Reactor Three, now so long ago. She can never forget the torment that followed that incident. Kadaj's vicious grip on her hair pulls her from the depths of her memories where she was drowning.

A sharp cry follows a loud thud when her body collides with the wall. The turk flinches when the soft brush on her ear. Tightly shut eyes snap open from those hushed words, and her fury returns. "Puppet?!"

He called her a puppet?! She as Harmony was Shinra's puppet, before switching to Hojo, to Rufus and now him?! A hiss answers Kadaj and her remaining arm swings for him as she struggles in his hold. "No! No, I-I'm not a puppet! I'm not! I'M NOT!"

[k-adaj]

𝐎𝐍𝐋𝐘 𝐒𝐎𝐌𝐄𝐎𝐍𝐄 𝐖𝐇𝐎 𝐈𝐒 𝐀𝐓 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐄𝐃𝐆𝐄 𝐎𝐅 𝐃𝐄𝐀𝐓𝐇 can lash out the way she does, with an undertone of pure, uncontained anger. scorching & wild. so much a prisoner of own impuissance that she fails to see the bigger picture, a subtle threat which he just whispered in a shape of a single word. ❝ no... ? ❞ tightening the already harsh grip, kadaj keeps the young turk still while continuing on, exhaling lukewarm breaths against her ear; ❝ then what are you waiting for... ? go on, prove me wrong. fight back. try to deny it. ❝ the gloved fingers twist the captured locks even further, forcing harmony's head to tilt back against the wall, ❝ but you can't── ...right? ❞

chuckling lightly, kadaj leans back just enough to leer at her pained expression, his feline pupils turning into needle-thin slits. so very merciless, hungry. ❝ you are weak. ❞ he could crush her so easily right now, but in the light of her fire, a most wicked thought ignites & so he tilts his head, in seconds shifting from that sadistic look to a much more playful one. a silvery brow rising while the sword has its flat-side ' tapped ' against her thigh, ❝ though, it doesn't have to be that way, you know. i can make you stronger. so much stronger than those pathetic, self-centred hypocrites currently sitting at the top & patiently waiting for you to die. ❞

[titusdravtos]

Don’t think you can keep her from us for long.

[k-adaj]

@chronicparagon || cont:

This is getting bad!  The creature pins her to the floor and caught in a fierce fight for her gun. Her other arm preoccupied by holding up Obstacle. The sterling barrel of the gun bends and the cracks from its maw earns a sharp gasp from the Turk. Powerful jaws destroys the weapon as though it was a flimsy piece of cardboard. It’s unbelievable!  Harmony continues to wrestle the remains of the gun from its mouth. Her eyes shot back at Kadaj when he speaks. He disregards her orders, even mocking her! The nerve! She has no choice. He’s already at the other side of the heavy force field. Harmony shoves the unusable gun forward, forcing the beast back. She uses those few precious seconds of reprieve to deactivate Obstacle. The materia embedded in her brace loses its blue glow. The wall emitted by the materia disappears and Harmony’s gloved hand clench into a fist.  The arm swings, aiming for the shadow’s cheek. The strength of her cybernetic arm would be enough to inflict deadly force off her if she lands the punch. Then, she can deal with Kadaj!  “Out of your league? That’s funny!” She answers, though she’s confused by what he means by being human. However, despite his appearance, it’s apparent that he’s not a normal person.  Perhaps… He’s not human himself.  “I’ll-I’ll prove to you what we are really capable of!” 

𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐈𝐌𝐏𝐀𝐂𝐓 𝐎𝐅 𝐇𝐄𝐑 𝐌𝐄𝐓𝐀𝐋 𝐅𝐈𝐒𝐓 𝐎𝐍 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐂𝐑𝐄𝐄𝐏𝐄𝐑'𝐒 𝐉𝐀𝐖𝐋𝐈𝐍𝐄 𝐃𝐑𝐀𝐖𝐒 𝐅𝐎𝐑𝐓𝐇 𝐀 𝐇𝐎𝐋𝐋𝐎𝐖 𝐄𝐂𝐇𝐎, a sound of a shattering bone followed by thick rain of black dust. the beast immediately withdraws from her just then, its shadowy head now only partially intact as kadaj continues to walk in a prowl, slowly, nonchalantly, circling the young woman & the beast with a cruel smile glimpsing through the silvery fringe. he does not care to spare a glance, drawling in that very same, boyish tone, ❝ bionic arms, hm? ❞ a small chuckle escapes him. ❝ that's good. ❞

as soon as harmony gets up, kadaj turns in place & swiftly drawing souba from its lacquered  sheathe, proceeds to suddenly slice the turk's metallic arm off in just one cut, spilling artificial blood on concrete. a sea of sparks illuminating the smile that widens slowly, ❝ i'm glad you won't be dying on me like the others. ~ ❞ casually stepping over the convulsing limb, the remnant closes in while brushing his free gloved hand through the mane of the shadow creeper, completely indifferent to any whines or screaming there may be. ❝ after all, i've been pretty pent up lately. i hope you understand. ❞

moving his slender fingers away from the growling beast, kadaj reaches in & grabs a fistful of reddish-brown locks, twisting them around the gloved knuckle before just as briskly yanking harmony towards a nearby wall, harshly slamming her into it. a loud thud echoes down the stairwell while he leans in, keeping the grip rough but steady, his soft lips brushing 'pon the ear as they murmur, ❝ you know... you look much better like this, broken & helpless, just like a puppet. all you need now is for someone to pull your little strings... ❞

[k-adaj]

𝐋𝐎𝐙'𝐒 𝐒𝐄𝐑𝐏𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐈𝐍𝐄 𝐄𝐘𝐄𝐒 𝐆𝐑𝐎𝐖 𝐖𝐈𝐃𝐄 𝐖𝐈𝐓𝐇 𝐆𝐋𝐄𝐄 𝐀𝐒 𝐀𝐃𝐀𝐌 𝐑𝐄𝐒𝐔𝐑𝐅𝐀𝐂𝐄𝐒 𝐔𝐍𝐒𝐂𝐀𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐃, looking almost like a child who just found a new favourite toy to twist around & break, but yazoo on the other hand couldn't be any less bothered. he pouts ever so slightly through that uncanny smile, sizing up the artificial pile of junk before glancing over at kadaj who merely smiles at adam in turn, acting completely, utterly condescending. a spitting mirror image of the legendary hero who once butchered war machines much bigger & stronger than the one standing before them today, still not sparing a single word.

❝ oi, ❞ loz suddenly chimes in, ignoring the fact that adam is clearly about to shoot them all, ❝ what are you waiting for? c'mon, over here! ❞ outstretching both leather-clad arms to the sides as though a fighter on the ring, loz slowly steps forward & chuckles in a low, masculine tone, a full-blown out smile across his face seconds til bullets start to fly, illuminating him & just about everything else rapid in blasts of light. they tear through the walls, the pipes & even the adjutant doors like paper, with ease, but the remnants themselves only continue to smile. their bodies instantly riddled with holes 'pon holes, expiating smoke.

when the fired missiles finally pitch in & bombard the chamber, rattling the whole building down to its very foundations, adam's scanners automatically deactivate their auto lock-on function, unable to pick up any vitals from among all the blazing fire & mounds of rubble, until, ❝ not bad... ~ ❞

the smoke gathers from every crevice, slithering along the bullet-riddled floor like pitch-black tendrils which smother & mould back into the same three men from seconds ago, their devilish smiles & leather-clad bodies perfectly intact. the burly one in particular appears exceptionally excited, being the closest to adam & still approaching with that same, arrogant stride, his arms outstretched & playfully taunting til he laughs & suddenly pulls one muscular arm back, curling the gloved hand into a first. ❝ hehe! ❞ thus punching the already feeble ground, sending the heavy cyborg straight through the many floors below along with the shattered concrete.

loz doesn't wait & jumps right after, followed by yazoo who sighs. kadaj meanwhile walks up to the edge of the hole & tilts his head, shutting the flip-phone with a loud ' clap. ' he hums to himself, hoping that the other two won't waste too much of their time before turning 'pon heel & making his way through the fire, intending to pay the president a little visit.

[1wingedpuppet-deactivated202304]

About Sephiroth.

[k-adaj]

strykingshot​:

Like a candle in a storm, her plans were snuffed as the pipe was yanked out of her hands. As she stumbled back, her aquamarine eyes met his, and suddenly, it felt like the ground had shattered like glass, and she was falling. Images flashed inside the shards; images of him and Kat felt a creeping dread as Kadaj’s voice echoed in her mind.

But as she was yanked back into reality it wasn’t Kadaj that towered over her.

It was Sephiroth.

Dread turned to terror as she struggled to free her shirt from his grasp. She couldn’t fight Sephiroth; she wasn’t as strong as Cloud or Tifa; she wasn’t as skilled with guns like Vincent. She was going to die if she tried to fight him.

“What about your son?”

Kat stopped struggling as a familiar female voice echoed through her mind as images of Denzel filled her thoughts. That’s right, Denzel was waiting for her. With a growl, Kat raised a foot and braced it against the wall.

“Im not, your fucking playing!” She shouted as she raised her other foot and pushed off the wall, throwing her full weight onto him and shoving him back. It wasn’t much but enough to allow her to break free and tumble to the ground near her gunblade. As soon as her hand wrapped around the hilt she grabbed a fire materia and slammed it into the slot as she stood up.

“And I’m not scared of your mother loving psycho ass!”

                      𝐈𝐍 𝐓𝐇𝐀𝐓 𝐋𝐎𝐍𝐄 𝐌𝐎𝐌𝐄𝐍𝐓 𝐎𝐅 𝐒𝐈𝐋𝐄𝐍𝐂𝐄,   kadaj  watched  how  the  young  woman  slowly  fell  apart  ──   confused,  dizzy,  &  afraid  ──   so  terribly  shaken  by  the  imaginary  visions  &  sounds  that  poured  into  every  dark  corner  of  her  mind.  they  were  like  pure  poison.  she  couldn’t  possibly  stop  nor  slow  it  down,  only  hold-on  as  the  invasive  force  corroded  everything  in  its  way,  everything  she  thought  she  knew  &  everything  she  thought  she  felt,  fueling  the  wickedness  in  the  mirror;   a  merciless  smile  stretching  all  the  wider  across  those  pale  &  moist  lips.  he  wanted  more.  more.  more.  so  much  more...

                            or  perhaps  both  sides  of  the  mirror  did.

❝    is  that  all?  ❞    s̵̨̗̊ͅĕ̶̗̦̥̬͂͜p̷̘̲̱̆̑̽h̶̜͖̊̾̔̌̾i̵̙͙̬̱͓̐͑͑̑r̴̖̫̫̗̮̋̌o̴͍͙̬͒̄t̴̰͑͑ḧ̸̨̢̹̩͈̅  asked  in  a  low,  sultry  voice,  but  much  to  his  surprise,  the  young  woman  replied  not  with  words  or  much  expected  whines,  but  with  newfound  fire.  one  that  shattered  their  ongoing  momentum  &  set  her  free,  surprising  the  remnant  greatly.  it’s  not  easy  to  suppress  the  horrors  of  geostigma  after  all.  many  people  have  already  tried  &  failed,  but  there  she  was,  a  little  white  rabbit  standing  against  all  odds  no  matter  how  bleak  or  grim,  like  a  true,  unfeigned  champion.  he  could  almost  respect  that  fact.   almost.   still,   just  as  she  gets  up  &  turns,  the  souba  is  already  pressed  against  her  neck,  warning  to  draw  blood  with  even  slightest  movement.  s̷͇͎͔̪̑̃͗̃ȅ̶̬̝̬͙̑̍p̶̟̭̯͗̀̌̔ͅh̶͖̃̂̍̄i̵̞͌̓̿ŗ̵͇̥͗ó̴ͅt̷̠͈̃ẖ̷̙͕̫͂  chuckles,  ( or  is  it  kadaj... ? )  the  visions  glitching  still  as  he  speaks  through  the  static,    ❝   since  you’re  so  desperate...   how  about  a  game?  ❞

[k-adaj]

" gold saucer, does the name ring a bell? " kadaj might not have known the name, but he'll be damned if the place does not bedazzle him with all the attractions.

                    ❝   𝐆𝐎𝐋𝐃 𝐒𝐀𝐔𝐂𝐄𝐑...  ?   ❞     kadaj  repeats  slowly,  glancing  up  at  cloud  in  clear  confusion;    ❝    that's  the...  first  time  i  hear  of  such  a  thing.  ❞    it  honestly  sounds  ridiculous,  but  seeing  how  cloud  isn't  the  type  to  wind  people  up,  the  remnant  puts  down  his  phone  &  indulges  the  other  with  a  curious  smile,    ❝   alright,  you’ve  got  my  attention   ──   amuse  me.  ❞