Madness of a Marionette

Mon, 15 May 2006 04:02:24 GMT

((Because everyone knows he's been poltergeisting around anyway, you can have his ghosting posts in his journal now. Got to use his journal time while it's still here. :/ Already wasted three months))

It's always interesting to see where one's conscious puts them when one has enough mind to separate themself from the lifestream and hivemind enough to manifest. He rather wishes he could feel the Jenova bloodline easier, something like he used to so that he might be able to find his brothers. It's an ultimately useless wish, but he can't help it. When he isn't awoken around them or they don't happen by, he doesn't find them.

He's outside Midgar today, eying the ruins he and Sephiroth fought over. Something seems unusual about them, but he can't place what-- maybe something like a voice in the back of his mind that's a bit louder than the mass consciouses he knows. He's not close enough to investigate them and he's not entirely fond of walking the grounds where he had almost met death the first time. Still, something bothers him about the grounds enough that he turns away and begins heading for one of the Nexus jump portals he's aware of. Maybe his memory will hold out long enough to let him remember somewhere interesting to go.

Thu, 09 Feb 2006 09:52:04 GMT

Kadaj is still dead. Alas. But look, Neuro-thinger.

Get your own spectral analysis from Area 23^®

Sun, 08 Jan 2006 03:18:10 GMT

The contamination of Midgar was finally done.

Kadaj strains to keep his focus as he returns from the city, pain sparking his vision white. It was some miracle when he finally pulled up next to the other bikes, turning off the engine and ungracefully half-sliding, half-falling off the bike. He steadies himself against the bike frame, trying desperately to catch his breath as he heads up to the house. He just needed sleep. That was all. The burning skin, the tight chest, the lack of air- it was all stress. Just stress.

He swings open the front door, pulling it shut behind him as he heads for his room, using furniture to keep his balance as he passes the living room into the hallway. Suddenly a hand snaps out to try to catch himself against the wall, his legs giving out under him, collapsing him to the ground with one hand clawing at his chest.

Terror. Pure unadulterated terror. Something was wrong. He couldn't breathe. He couldn't move. PAIN.

Thu, 05 Jan 2006 06:55:04 GMT

Kadaj blinks groggily before eyes opening fully, realizing he shouldn't be groggy because he shouldn't be asleep. He sits up sharply, disoriented and rather alarmed. One hand snaps up to press over one eye, cupping half of his face. If he knew what one was, he might describe this as feeling like a particularly nasty hangover. His arm burns and he finds his lungs are aching furiously- he can't seem to catch his breath. The youngest sighs, resting his head against the wall, letting the hand on his face drop to rest on his chest.

Surely it was just stress. He pushes himself out of his bed, heading for his closet. He needed armor... and where has his souba been put? It had to be cleaned. He needed to return to Midgar as soon as he could-- the upper plate hadn't been properly introduced to Geostigma yet, and Mother was an impatient person. There would be no risking her wrath after what he had done for Yazoo.

There was no time to consider the exiled or the dead. A soldier would always continue advancing.

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Tue, 03 Jan 2006 04:13:26 GMT

Kadaj gets home and kills the engine on his bike before groaning and folding his arms, laying against it with a malcontent moan. His strings to his puppet have been severed, one of his wayward brothers had managed to best him, and he feels like hell-- the cells still haven't finished with the poison in his system. He wants to eat and sleep but it's more important to find Yazoo. The mental barrier had the faintest hints of a jenovite signature- but surely his brother wouldn't act against him. And... what could brother possibly want with ShinRa admittance? He mentally scans the presences in the near area, noting that Yazoo is, in fact, missing. That was far from reassuring.

He turns his head, extending out the mental reach to find his brother. He's not even in the Midgar/Edge area. He does, finally, catch hint of his brother somewhere in Junon. Well, there's never rest for the wicked. He mentally taps any/all brothers in the midgar/house region, informing them all that he'll bet out for an undetermined amount of time. He then gently informs mother that he'll be in Junon and will return for her command as soon as possible. With that Kadaj turns the engine back on, shaking out his muscles before kicking off. It will be a fairly long drive.

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It's late morning when Kadaj pulls his bike up in front of the hotel he's tracked Yazoo to. He spares no time [rather ungracefully] slipping off his bike and tracking Yazoo to his room. Knocking on the door seems to get no response so he pulls out the picks he always seems to have, carefully tripping the lock and swinging the door open. He leans against the wall a moment before striding inside the room.

Mon, 02 Jan 2006 07:46:56 GMT

Kadaj shuts of the engine of his bike, sitting on it for a few moments before turning his attention towards the house. He slides off the bike, resting his hand on his left arm gingerly as he strides for the house. It was an unwelcome and unappreciated familiarity. There was no physically visible presence- perhaps it was just strained muscles. He had been doing a great deal for mother lately. Spreading, cultivating, manipulating geostigma in the people suited for it, encouraging it to mutate and spread own it's own. No easy task by any means. Still, Mother had demanded control and he would give it to her.

He drops his hand away, flinching slightly but heading inside, going immediately for the kitchen. How long had it been since he had eaten?

Sat, 24 Dec 2005 04:40:14 GMT

Kadaj doesn't seem to be coming home tonight. How strange.
Of course, if the mental connection is checked, he's very much alive and in no obvious trouble.

((Edit: And thank you for the six months of journal time and user pictures. We are highly pleased.))

Fri, 23 Dec 2005 21:16:55 GMT

My goddess.

[[post meeting with NewMother]]

Thu, 15 Dec 2005 16:12:23 GMT

Once Mother has tired of questioning, the youngest quickly makes an escape to his room. He has no intent on staying around if it might irritate Mother. Her presence reminds him all too clearly of the rejection of her predecessor, and he's not quick to suffer it again. In fact, he's still doing his best to remain comfortably in denial.

Once safe in his room he shuts the door, not locking it, heading to his bed and curling up on it, back to the wall. He shucks off the chest armor and picks up the book off his nightstand, turning on the lamp. He'll keep himself entertained by staying out of the way and reading. In fact, he may make his way outside shortly, just to make himself even more scare.

Skittish around mother-types? Very much so.

And questioning? There would be NO questioning of this mother. Not of her coming, of her intent. Not of the shocks of pain when she touches him. Not of his former mother. Was there ever a former mother? ... perhaps not. Perhaps this has been Mother all along. Rejection was just a vicious and unsettling nightmare.

Sat, 03 Dec 2005 11:08:43 GMT

The youngest winces and pulls back his sleeve, looking at the bandages. He hisses slightly, rubbing his forearm tenderly before mumbling mostly to himself. "Hurts more than usual. Not healing right..."

He frowns and tugs his sleeve down, muttering a curse in the general direction of the other Kadaj before setting on returning to making User as miserable as he possibly can.

Sun, 27 Nov 2005 21:55:04 GMT

This is a fourth-wall breaking moment. I'm not getting comments, so I suggest if you want responses that you tap my ever-forgetful scribe.
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Mother, have we not sat idle long enough? I grow restless.

Wed, 23 Nov 2005 10:48:33 GMT

Kadaj just really never learns. Someone should really teach this kid the meaning of self-preservation.

Fight Picked and Location Set.

Wed, 23 Nov 2005 09:37:37 GMT

Kadaj smiles, a rather creepy expression, sitting out front of the house at some ungodly hour of the night/morning, lovingly sharpening the Murasame. Dearest middle brother, seeing to it that the youngest didn't remain completely unarmed.

He gives a slight laugh to himself, pulling out his polishing cloth and shining the blade with a disturbing amount of care. He may have lost battles to his elder brothers but... he was going to be careful this time.

The bloodlust was rising again and Kadaj is more than happy to nurse it's corrosive burn. The venom under his skin, the madness fraying the threads of sanity-- he would nurture it. There were those who were supposed to be dead. Mother commanded it... and the youngest would oblige. It was his purpose.

This time, he would not retreat. He would succeed or he would die. No more room for failure. But... he needed to rest a bit longer. Bide his time for now.

Sat, 19 Nov 2005 03:13:31 GMT

[from here]
As always, home. This wonderful little place backed by trees and facing desert-like mountain ranges, comeletely impossible to find save by chance on knowing the location. Ideal for private discussion away from prying ears.

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Thu, 17 Nov 2005 11:25:28 GMT

... ... ...

Mon, 14 Nov 2005 07:40:08 GMT

I... suddenly find myself with a great deal of free time.

*lowers head and runs his fingers affectionately over a fragment of a souba blade* ... ...The leader is going to step back until he is again fit to command.

Forgive my weakness, mother. Give me time.

... I'm tired now. I will rest.

Tue, 08 Nov 2005 02:24:25 GMT

TRAITORS.
I scarcely know who merits trust anymore. Can I even trust my own blood? Mother, why is everything that was so sure, so set and certain, suddenly as hazy and unclear as all else?

They make my skin crawl, all of them. Filthy traitors. Perhaps it would be easiest to remove all of them.

Fri, 04 Nov 2005 01:26:30 GMT

*smiles affectionately* Mother takes care of everything.

Wed, 02 Nov 2005 21:18:47 GMT

He continues to ignore me. Fine. If that's the game he'll play, I'll COMMAND his attention. We'll see how long he'll turn a blind eye when I begin to kill. I will massacre. I will turn this city into a bloodbath for so long as he refuses to acknowledge me.

These deaths will be upon YOUR head, eldest brother.

Mon, 31 Oct 2005 05:14:43 GMT

It had stopped. Well, lessened at least. The youngest was starting to be able to resume a more normal (for himself) being... and with that came a better ability to sleep, which Kadaj was quite contently partaking in, arms wrapped around his pillow, laying on top of his sheets in a pair of pants. It was later than he usually got up- the sun way already rising. But no matter.

Something wicked this way comes.

Thu, 27 Oct 2005 13:11:48 GMT

It hurts.
It hurts.
GET OUT OF MY HEAD.

((This would be Kadaj not at all happy... and in the 'maim you dead' sort of way. Wounded animal instinct, you see.
The cause of his mood swing should be appearing for full interaction within a few days. I think. If it shows up here, I take no responsibility. :X))

Wed, 26 Oct 2005 06:05:15 GMT

He is one of mine now. *slight frown* Rather, he will be, soon. Precious puppet and pawn. *calculating, slightly possessive smirk*

((he's speaking of strifedelivery))

Tue, 25 Oct 2005 18:29:44 GMT

Apologies to anyone who was roleplaying with characters owned by Kadaj or Reno last night. The campus internet crashed. Very hard. For many hours.

Sat, 22 Oct 2005 02:52:22 GMT

Kadaj sits quietly in his room, cross-legged on his bed, eye distant and hands folded in his lap, fingers twitching every once in awhile. The youngest is working on forming, planting, and maintaining the nightmares in his three victims- User, Zax, and the youngest Cloud. The latter is giving him a bit of trouble, straining his energy to properly manipulate the jenova-less mind.

Even if his victims are currently awake they wouldn't realize what he was doing. It's slow, subtle work, building off of fears he either discovered during previous mindplay, he knew of through events in his timeline, or he's figured out on his own. Only once they go to sleep will they be aware of his work at all- the screaming nightmares he's painstakingly built and planted.

It stings a bit, such slow intent work at such a distance, so many people at once, but he'll continue it none the less. When the youngest commands the attention of someone... he'll stop at nothing to get it.

A promise

Sun, 16 Oct 2005 02:12:20 GMT

I am the ruiner. I am the nemesis. I am the marionette in complete control.
And I have only just begun.