Are You My Mother? [Active]

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Character(s): Kadaj/Daath & Jenova
Content: Kadaj searches for his mother...
Setting: Paixao Central Station.
Time: Monday2 evening, after the interaction in the message boards here.
Warnings: I apologize for the title. Really. >>

Kadaj kept his hood up as he made his way towards the center of Paixao, eyes searching among the blonde-haired, blue-eyed citizens for one person in particular—Jenova. She would be here, somewhere, he just had to find her. He felt a little foolish suddenly—how was he supposed to know it was her, anyway, if he had no recollection of what she looked like?

He paused for a moment and let his gaze sweep the area, uncertain now. She would probably look like him… silver hair and green eyes, something like that. Right? Or possibly there would be other identifying marks…. He growled softly under his breath and started moving again, stalking through the crowds and growing more and more frustrated at the amount of people who didn’t match what he thought his mother would be. There had to be something about her… something that would grab his attention, like the things that the President had said made him do a double-take. Something…

He moved quickly, covering as much ground as possible. It didn’t seem likely that he would be spotted; it was dark now, and a lot of people were in a hurry to board the train or go to their homes, so he should be all right… still, it was best to be wary.

He just hoped he would find her soon.

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Jenova made her way off the train, glancing around for mysterious informant and wondering if this was truly worth the time and effort. But at the moment, anything that might distract her from her circumstances was desirable.

Her time here had been... less than pleasant. Life as a human didn't suit her, and being reduced to panhandling on street corners and washing dishes in hotel kitchens for the sake of a meal and a place to sleep was beyond undignified.

Nor did it help that her features and coloration drew inevitable stares and murmurs wherever she went. But she'd grown rather attached to this form, and had no desire to change it to conform to the hordes of blond and mindless mortals.

She wanted her children back. Now and then she could still sense one on the edges of perception, but they flickered in and out of existence and were barely recognizable as hers half the time. The loss of her youngest, especially. Kadaj had shown such potential, weak though he was.

The faceless crowds remained stubbornly uniform, and Jenova realized she had no idea of what this stranger looked like, or anything save the fact that he had promised information. But scanning her surroundings more closely... there. The black cloak was hardly typical of mortal attire, and his mind stood out instantly among the ordinary citizens, and there was almost a touch of familiarity to it. But only a hint, some connection she couldn't quite trace.

She set off in the stranger's direction, grimacing as she was forced to push through the crowd.

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Still no sign of her. Kadaj was getting frustrated, and quickly. He had been waiting for this moment for so long, and now that it was finally within his grasp, he couldn't find her. Every new face he glanced to was more of the same, blonde hair and blue eyes-- infuriating. He was starting to hate that coloration; all it ever did was mock him. Just like... someone... someone else?

He turned his head again, still searching. Who was it... and where was Mother?!

That was when he finally spotted her.

A woman with blue skin was pushing her way through the crowd, clearly making her way towards him. Kadaj's eyes widened at the sight of her, taking in every detail of her appearance in an instant. Something about it all resonated within him, and that was when he knew: this was her, his mother... Jenova.

The instant this thought filtered through his mind, he started walking towards her, overcome by the desire to be by her side. The feeling was so strong, so intense, that it eradicated any other thought in his mind other than that of serving her. She deserved so much more than what she had now; the fact that she had to struggle to make her way through the crowd was infuriating to him suddenly. All of these people, these weak, useless people, they were taking away what was rightfully hers. She shouldn't have to lift a finger for them to bow to her will; she was that powerful. He didn't even question how he knew this, simply accepted it and let his fury at everyone and everything grow-- then, abruptly, vanish.

That didn't matter anymore. He would return all of that to her, and more.

His figure stalking towards her was thankfully imposing enough that people got out of the way for him, then for her as he got close enough and stopped in front of her. Looking over her one last time, he dropped to one knee before her and bowed his head, uncaring of how the onlookers would react. They weren't important, especially not when compared to her.

In a soft voice, just loud enough that she could hear, he said, "I've finally found you... Mother."

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Jenova could not quite disguise a smile as the stranger knelt in front of her. His obeisance was only what she deserved - and it had been so long since anyone had treated her with the awe and respect she expected.

But at this proxmity his mind's resemblance to her youngest's was all to clear, which baffled her. She had sensed Kadaj's death days ago. Not that death as mortals knew it was by necessity a permanent fate, but this world had no Lifestream for him to be pulled back out of. This could only be some pale facsimile, not Kadaj himself.

More to the point, there was nothing of her in him anymore. Without her cells, he was of no more use to her than any ordinary human.

Jenova reached down to push back the hood that hid his face, and her eyes narrowed at the changed but still familiar face. Kadaj, but transformed into something entirely outside her experience. "You said that you knew of Kadaj, not that you had once been him. You will explain yourself at once."

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Kadaj winced as the hood was pulled back, but did not raise his head just yet. She didn't seem very pleased with him... he would just have to work harder then. Slowly, he rose to his feet, glancing around. There didn't seem much point in replacing his hood, not when Jenova knew his identity now. Besides which, other than his hair the other more distinguishing markings were covered now, so it was unlikely he could be linked to Axel just by sight.

He turned back to her and continued speaking in a low voice. "I couldn't tell you everything then, and I can't tell you it all now. I apologize, Mother, but-- can we move this somewhere else? Then I'll be able to, but as things are..."

He just hoped she would understand. The Organization was still out there, and he wasn't quite confident enough to divulge their secrets after telling his location in that message board post. He especially wasn't ready to reveal his nature where anyone could hear. That would just lead to trouble. No, this was not the place to do so, but maybe somewhere else...