Where's Mother? [Active]

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Character(s): Yazoo, Olette, Ivy, and open to anyone around.
Content: Yazoo enters Paixao and gets a little pushy 'cause, hey, the boy does not do lines.
Setting: Niflheim Gate.
Time: Sunday morning.
Warnings: None at the moment.


With an almost childish scoff, Yazoo realized he hadn't recalled how he'd gotten here. One moment he'd been minding quite a bit of his own business, and the next he'd found himself staring at an excruciatingly long line a good five feet in front of him. Anything that had transpired between the changing of locations conveniently consisted of nothing more than darkness and emptiness; memories that didn't exist, that nagged at him the way confusion and complicated, intelligent matters nagged at a child.

In all honesty, he didn't care where he was. All he wanted to know was where Kadaj and Loz were, and whether or not this -- he took a moment to examine his surroundings with such disinterest he didn't bother retaining much of the information he took in, and stepped up to the back of the line -- place would hinder the plans that were crucial to Reunion.

He had plenty of time to wonder on these important matters, he found. Lots of time. Too much time. So much, in fact, he eventually ran out of things to think about and started all over again from topic #1.

One thing was for certain: this line wasn't cutting it.

With a snarky, holier-than-thou click of his tongue, he stepped from the line and proceeded toward the front, Hell-bent on bypassing anyone who wasn't worth his time, which just so happened to be everyone. Unfortunately, entrance through the oddly attractive gate wasn't so easy, and a hand was held up before him, blocking his passage. He glanced beside and behind him at the several people in the line who looked as though they wanted to rip his head off, then looked back at the man blocking him just in time to hear "Hello! May I have your name, ma'am?"

Insert a blank expression here, please and thank you. Have a nice day!

"Where is mother?" he asked, precise and to the point, as he stared the man down with a deceptively sweet expression. Again, his name was asked, and his question repeated, though the tone of his voice began to grow quite irritated by the fifth cycle.

Eventually, he caved in. "Yazoo- I don't care where I am- Where's Mother?" Again, his question went largely unanswered, instead replied to with a pathetically sympathetic expression as he was handed a small rectangular device, several pamphlets, and enthusiastic "welcome to Paixao!" greetings. This was all regarded with a confused expression, one that only seemed entirely too obvious as he stared up at the icy gate, his arms full of what he was sure was useless garbage.

This was...

He pouted for a moment, figuring Loz and Kadaj had had to endure the same problem and must have already entered the city. The thought was encouraging and he passed through the gate with an alarmingly superior "I couldn't care less~" attitude, without muttering so much as a "thank you" to those who had offered him these strange gifts.

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Well, this was quite a fix Olette had gotten herself into. She'd gotten seperated from her friends somehow the previous day, and had spent most of the rest of it wandering around looking for them. She'd finally spent the night at a less-than-five-star hotel, and found that she needed to get a job... and fast! She was pretty short on cash already. She was checking the messageboards for any job offers when she ran into someone.

Someone tall.

Someone taller than her.

Someone taller than her with silver hair and an attitude.

Olette picked her journal up off of the ground, making a mental note NEVER to play around with it while she was walking. Ever.

"I'm sorry mister, I wasn't looking where I was going...."

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Once again, he'd slipped into a stage where he paid little attention to anything that wasn't his business; the newcomer had nearly gone completely unnoticed, and would have been ignored if not for her addressing the two of them.

...Wait, had she called him a woman?

He ceased the pressing of buttons on his journal device and forced his gaze upward, though the blank stare he initially shot in her direction soon evolved into something resembling shock. Her hair... It reminded him so much of Kadaj. How odd. What was this... feeling nagging at him? He felt such a strong need to be near his brother now that he thought of him again, a need that wasn't related to Mother or Reunion, a need that had nothing to do with obligation. He wanted to be near him.

What was this...? He had never felt it before.

Eventually, he pulled himself from his daze and lowered his gaze to the woman's chest, then looked down at his own. "Hah." He tilted his head to the side as his gaze then rose to her face, a half-smirk tugging at a corner of his lips.

"You will find that Olette is very helpful," he commented as the younger girl finished. "She is quite smart and can even tell the differences between genders. I have no idea where she came across such knowledge." While it may have seemed like he was blatantly insulting the so-far nameless woman, the tone in his voice suggested humour and was laced with a quiet giggle.

"I know only what she's told me, which is the same information she just told you." A casual shrug rolled off his shoulders and he resumed pressing random buttons, then eventually closed the thing and looked around for a place to store it. This, of course, resulted in him circling in place a small number of times before he gave up and simply held it. "Where are you supposed to put these?"

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"A pocket?" He didn't think he had one of those. His outfit hadn't been constructed with anything that wasn't needed, and he never really needed any extra space for anything other than his gunblade, Velvet Nightmare. Well, yes, that certainly meant he didn't have any, even on his pants. "I don't have a pocket."

He didn't know what this "money" was, either. Sounded a bit unimportant, considering he'd never heard of it before. What was with these people and overcomplicating things?

Huffing softly, he turned his attention from Olette to this Ivy woman and replied with a dull, bored tone: "Yazoo" before looking back at Olette. "Where can I get this 'money'...? Was I given some when I entered through the gate?" Maybe it was in one of those 4,652,834,656 pamphlets he'd been given. He looked down at the boot-trodden, dirty pile at his feet and watched them curiously for a moment. Maybe those were the "money"...?

Ugh, this was stupid. He really didn't care. He could get a bag without money. He was cunning enough, after all.

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Olette's expression only confused him even more. Apparently, he was supposed to know about this money stuff. Well, whatever. He hadn't known because he hadn't needed to, right? Right. Wasn't his problem.

Or, rather, it hadn't been until now, because now it was most definitely his problem.

"Oh." He watched with mild interest as she dug around in her bag, his interest piquing as she pulled the orb out. It looked a bit like materia. Just a bit. Despite his sudden amount of interest in the object, he managed to keep himself from reaching out to grab it, though the urge to do so was certainly present. "I'll have to get some," he commented softly to himself, lowering his gaze thoughtfully to the ground.

"Thank you."

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[Sorry for the late reply~ We had a family member pass away. :/]

Well, this certainly was a good seven kinds of "special," wasn't it? Watching Ivy all but drool over the object was relatively amusing to Yazoo, though it remained pretty well-hidden behind a blank expression. Regardless of his apparent lack of interest, he watched her quietly, occasionally taking a moment to watch Olette.

It wasn't too long before he decided he best be getting off somewhere. As much as he was enjoying this entertainment, he had people he needed to find, didn't he?

"I'm going to have to leave now. I've got people I need to find."

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"Thank you. It was... nice to meet you both." He smiled faintly at Odette and spared Ivy one last gaze before he turned on his heel and began to wander off. Truthfully, he probably wasn't going to go very far, as he wanted to save a bit of time for messing around with this journal thing of sorts.

Had he known any better, he wouldn't have wandered off and left Olette with Ivy, but, as of now, he felt no real duty to sticking by her side. ...Though there was a peculiar feeling that he couldn't quite place, and second thoughts that he found himself needing to ignore as he left the two behind.

He'd have to meet up with her later, he supposed.

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Olette was considerably relieved when Ivy leaned back, but suppressed the sigh of relief threatening to escape her mouth.

"About your terminology...'electronic'?" She tilted her head to the side, her expression softening a bit.

'She doesn't know what electronic means? That's strange.... Oh! Maybe she's from somewhere where they don't have electricity. Man, how am I supposed to explain it?'

She placed the munny orb back in her bag, and the bag back in her pocket. "Electronic is... um...." If she'd known she was going to have to explain so many things to people that day, she would have brought along a dictionary. "It's like.... It runs on it's own, without..." One hand played with a few strands of her hair. This was difficult. If Ivy's world didn't have electricity, then what did they use? Olette could only hope it wasn't something she'd never heard of.

"It works without oil or whatever. It's like... wireless communication. Like a letter, but faster." She shifted her weight to one leg. "...Much faster."