paixaorpg | we all cry for our own reasons [complete]

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we all cry for our own reasons [complete]

Character(s): Loz, The Corinthian, Desire, and any other character around
Content: Loz wakes up in Paixao, confused, and slightly upset.
Setting: Muspelheim Gate to Cafe Ersesat [N3]
Time: Early afternoon
Warnings: N/A (so far)

It took a while for Loz to realize that he'd been knocked out. Wait. Was it his eldest brother that knocked him out? The muscular man stumbled to his feet and looked around: there wasn't anyone he knew here. In fact, this wasn't where he was supposed to be. What? Where was this? Where here his brothers? Loz straightened himself out.

Realizing that Kadaj and Yazoo were nowhere nearby, there was no reunion currently taking place, and that Mother was probably nowhere close either, Loz did the most mature thing to do-- He tilted his head downward and held back possible signs of tears.

What was he supposed to do now? At least he had the materia...

Carrying the chest of materia, he headed toward a line of people: maybe one or two of them had seen his brothers. "See any silver-haired guys? Or Mother?" Loz asked hopefully, politely as he possibly could (which took much effort) without directing the question at anyone in particular. At times like this, any witness of his entrance would have compared it to a child who lost his source of confidence. Quickly, a blonde-haired man retorted, "Just go to the end of the line, young man." Reluctantly, he did as the man said and moved to the back of the line. Stupid idiots. Lightly, Loz kicked the crest, which was now on the ground beside him.

After waiting a while, a small booth was in front of him. Interesting. "Welcome to Paixao! What is your name? Oh! And here are a couple of brochures and an electrical journal." Loz simply stared at the woman who was talking at a rapid speed, slightly overwhelmed; he decided to put on his "tough-guy" demeanor once more to make things easier. "Loz. L-O-Z." He gave a nod in the direction of the irritating woman with a smirk.

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The Corinthian had been rather ... occupied was the word. With Daniel's sudden nonpresence, however, he was able to breathe easier. Not only that, but he found himself... more like himself. None of those stupid expectations hanging over his head. Of course, a part of him was deeply confused, disturbed and angry. That part was ignored as he wandered Paixao. Stupid blondes. Stupid blue eyes. The very thought of munching on them made him vaguely ill.

...ah. Now what was that. The Corinthian's eyes, well, not-eyes, were caught by a shine of silver. There seemed to be a lot of silver haired people running around, hm? He wandered closer, not attempting to be subtle, but not making his presence too obvious yet. Ah. Interesting. Now this guy reminded him of Kadaj, but certainly did not look exactly like him.

Finding a place to stand, the Corinthian positioned himself to observe, and perhaps engage the man in conversation. tch. He was sure those stupid non-people things were around as well. They were such empty shells, there was nothing there. Not even the shreds of fear. It annoyed him.

Although he still was upset over the fact that Kadaj, Yazoo, and his other family members were not present, Loz gradually became less tearful. At least he did one thing right-- Kadaj would be pleased with the materia... Now that Loz was becoming less agitated, he observed some things he didn't before.

What the heck was up with all these blonde, blue-eyed people?

Looking around the new atmosphere, Loz pouted. Everything was too uniform. It was creepy. The sun was out, there were no clouds, yet he could not help but be uncomfortable for reasons he could not express at the moment. Was it just the discomfort of not having Kadaj, Yazoo, or his Mother? Loz bit his lip-- he wasn't going to cry just yet.

He'd try again. "Do you know where Kadaj or Yazoo are? Or maybe Mother?" There was no civility in that question: it was a question he wanted answered and he wanted it now. Just around now, beating up the woman in the booth didn't seem like bad idea—

Until the woman simply shoved him away with the electric journal that is. She wasn't even worth the trouble. The asshole of a woman: faking her and her stupid ways. Loz mumbled unintelligibly under his breath as he began to walk several steps without bothering to look where he was going.

... The Corinthian had good hearing. More than good, he could hear gods breathing (which was actually, not that big of a feat considering that Loki had been at his feet and it was Loki, but sure sounded impressive to say). And the name 'Kadaj' caught his ears. The nightmare was now not only interested, but he had a small plan working around in his head.

This person, then, would be related to Kadaj. And what better way to get back at that remnant than to mess with his family? Of course, these things must be done subtly, none of the busting in with "guns a blazing", or whatever was the common phrase to use.

"...I couldn't help but overhear... you're looking for Kadaj?" The Corinthian stepped forward, into Loz's path. Odd, since this silver haired man was built far more sturdily than Kadaj. Same hair and eyes, however, and that was all that mattered. "I can help you with that."

It wasn't that Loz was essentially angry... he was more frantic than anything. Unintelligible mumbling was soon replaced by silence and a mellow expression. Finding Loz and Yazoo was vital for the Reunion. The Reunion wasn't an event he had the capacity of fulfilling by himself-- Loz couldn't see Mother alone...

Continuing to walk emptily while carrying the chest of materia, he almost bumped into a man in front of him. He gave a grunt. What the hell. Were people blind? Why did they keep challenging him, ignoring his physical traits? Stupid people. "... you're looking for Kadaj?" The man knew where Kadaj was! Annoyance was soon non-existent in the bulky remnant’s features. Without thinking, he did the one thing parents told their children never to do-- talk to strangers. "Where?" Of course, because Loz wasn't thinking, he didn't realize the possibility that maybe this man had no intention of helping him do anything.

Aha. That was certainly a good thing. The Corinthian watched as the man's expression smoothed and seemed almost... hopeful. In fact, it seemed a lot like that. This would certainly be entertaining. This would be one of Kadaj's relatives, probably a close one, though, not the 'mother' that the remnant was looking for.

"Actually, yes. It would be bad to talk too much here..." The Corinthian waved a hand, indicating that it would be somehow dangerous for them to. "But, there are a few precautions we should take. Did the person at the gate give you anything? I'll tell you, they use those to listen in on us, and I shouldn't tell you where Kadaj is if you have one ... it'd be dangerous for him..."

One of the many traits that Loz lacked was patience-- sometimes, even for Mother. He shook off any ideas of possibly beating down this stranger when the other man finally answered.

For anyone else, the reply would seem at least slightly suspicious. Unfortunately, the bulky figure had some... lack of intelligence and was everything but "anyone else". Believe it or not, trust usually didn't come to the remnant automatically under normal circumstances... However, if this man really did know where Kadaj was, it would be of great help. There was nothing to think about, it was simply common sense as well as instinct to Loz.

"Uhuh..." Loz gave a nod, "What should I do with it then?" Like the idiot Loz was, his response was more honest that it should have been. Anything that could possibly be realized from what he just said was done too late.

Perfect. The Corinthian could not help the small smile that crawled across his face then. This was even better than beating the crap out of Kadaj, really. This was so much better.

"I suggest just leaving it here, that way our conversation will be safe. We can move to the nearby cafe, where we won't attract as much attention." He kept his tone carefully neutral. Perhaps, someone who knew him well or was looking for signs of betrayal might see... something. However, the Corinthian was very good at this game, he'd been playing it for a very long time.

The nightmare waved a hand towards the nearby cafe, "...we should hurry, however. It would do us no good if Kadaj were to ... encounter something dangerous while we made idle talk."

Other than his muscular build, any viewer of this conversation would have seen it as utter idiocy. And frankly, it really was. However, once again, Loz missed the stranger's subtle smile... Nothing was suspicious to him. If only he had even half of Kadaj's intellect.

Pulling out the electronic journal, Loz gave a shrug, and placed it on a nearby bench.

"Oh. Right." Without thinking, his feet took him to the front of the gate. Oh shoot, the materia! Loz ran back to where he was a moment ago, picked up the chest of materia, and resumed his walk past the gate. Now where was that cafe...?

For some reason, at this time being, stupidity was overflowing every inch of his veins. It really was rather pathetic.

The Corinthian felt very satisfied. In fact, he couldn't feel any more satisfied right now. He did give the chest that the man was carrying an odd little look. Ah well, it was probably some sort of supplies or something.

"I'm Jeffrey," he held out a hand, expecting a return handshake and name of course. Now, he wasn't actually named Jeffrey, but the precious name came from someone from the Corinthian's other past. Dahmer would be the last name.

Somewhere, in the back of his mind, the nightmare was disgusted with himself. Playing these sort of games again. But his pride, and perhaps whatever was left behind from the First encouraged him. As soon as Loz introduced himself, he would walk briskly over to the cafe.

At around this time, the other man introduced himself as Jeffrey... ah well. Loz, once again, had enough intelligence to displace his real name with absolutely no suspicion. Curtly, with a nod, he replied with his own name: "Loz". The hand was completely ignored, mostly due to the fact that he was currently holding a chest of materia (which he did not think to put down)...

"We're going to a cafe now right?" the bulky figure asked. Continuing the current flow he added, "Gotta hurry."

In Loz's mind, every action that was being taken for the good of the Reunion... for his brothers... for Mother... Of course in truth, the situation was nothing of the sort and the other man was actually somewhat satisfied with Loz's lack of content "upstairs". And then again, how often were these times when the remnant did something for a trait other than instinct?

Loz. Interesting name. The Corinthian made a note, that as soon as he could to make one of those MB posts. To ask if anyone had been missing a Loz. He began walking to the cafe, at a fairly brisk pace. After all, he needed an imitation of urgency.

"Yes, we should hurry," He agreed nonchalantly.

This was all very interesting. There was more urgency in Loz than the Corinthian would have expected. A kind of careless urgency, which made him wonder if the only thing that drove Kadaj and his siblings was ... well, he had no idea actually. Too much deep thinking led to a headache.

It really was quite ironic how Loz wished to get in touch with his brothers yet he did not have the proper equipment for such a thing. After all, the item that the gatekeeper had given him had been placed on a bench "for safety precautions". How soon was the remnant to figure it out...?

"Jeffrey" began walking briskly. Because there was no other valid choice to Loz, he followed the other man.

How strange that one of the sensible reasons for the three remnants of Sephiroth was simply because they were "related"... Or at least, there was not enough questioning in their relationship for an answer...

At the cafe, the Corinthian held the door open for Loz, gesturing for the bulky man to go through first. His mind was trying to come up with a good plan. While the citizens of Paixao seemed fairly scarce, partially do to the attacks, it would not be... impossible to enact his plan in the cafe. However, it would not be ideal either. The Corinthian was hardly an exhibitionist.

"...did you just arrive, Loz?" He asked nicely enough, "A table in the back... out of the hearing of prying ears would be ideal, don't you agree?" It would do no good to be so easily sighted by passer bys. The Corinthian would prefer to keep this as private as possible.

The pair had finally reached the cafe. Loz felt anxious. In his mind, there was the high probability that this man was going to reveal information about Kadaj... one of his brothers. It would be one step closer to-- well, one step closer to whatever it exactly was the remnant felt the need to accomplish. At the other man's gesture, the bulky youth stepped into the cafe.

How exquisite the inside looked. It was a bit dazing.

At the moment, he realized the other man was talking to him. "... Yeah, just came." It was really hard to tell whether Loz was truly ignorant of the world or if he was just plain stupid. "Yeah--" After all, this was for the safety of Kadaj, right? He waited for the other man to do something... whatever it was that he was going to do for him.

"...Yeah, just came."

A grin made its way across the Corinthian's face. He couldn't help it really, this was all going smoothly and... well, Loz was a funny guy. He just came. That always begged the question... anyway. He pulled his thoughts away from other things to concentrate at the task at hand.

Sitting at one of the unoccupied tables in the back, the Corinthian nodded to himself, before asking, "...Let me check to make sure we're talking about the same Kadaj. I wouldn't want to give you the wrong information. He's shorter than I, with your color hair and eyes... correct?"

There was a single flaw in the Corinthian's plan right now... and it was 'what to do next?'.

[ooc: trying not to make things so effing repetitive >>;]

This Jeffery seemed like a nice enough man: maybe he was an acquaintance of Kadaj? After all, why else would a complete stranger come up to him to bring up the topic of his said brother? The bulky man followed “Jeffery” to a table near the back of the café.

"Yep-" was the short reply. Inside, there was the bubbling feeling for the need to play. Child at heart, one could say. If this man could not tell him something accurate about Kadaj, or Mother, such information could be... made up for. For now, before saying either said anything, Loz would remain quiet. Oh, but it was soo hard to keep it inside—to keep the notion of having fun to himself. Loz shifted in his seat.

Anyhow, these were of pressing matters to be discussed: "Where’s Kadaj?"

Snapping the journal shut crisply, Desire slipped the device easily into it's coat pocket before reaching for yet another of it's cigarettes. The last batch of comments between Death and it had...ruffled a couple of feathers, to say the least.

If there was one thing Desire hated, it was following orders. A being of passing whim and fancy, the Endless did not care for such rules, but quite apparently, it's siblings - Dream, especially did.

How grating.

Deciding to find a new, suitable toy to distract itself, if only for a few moments, and...

...there.

The third of the brothers.

The little game it played with Kadaj was far too amusing, and Desire was all too aware of what the boy wanted as a means of vengeance. So what, if the Endless had lied? It made it all the more interesting, didn't it?

And at least it wasn't bored anymore.

Ignoring the admiring/adoring gazes it inevitably drew from the other cafe patrons, Desire stepped towards the silver-haired man and it's brother's favourite nightmare. The reason for the Corinthian's presence could probably be attributed to one tiresome, dull, and mundane cause: eyes.

Desire was well-aware of The Corinthian's earlier lust for Kadaj's eyes, and although the Endless didn't really care if the boy had his eyes devoured, it had very much preferred him to be intact, namely because one couldn't really see the full effect of the realization of being tricked without those pretty little windows that led to the soul.

Lighting up, Desire crossed over to where the pair were, a ghost of a smirk tugging on it's generous lips. Loz was a man of simple desires, really, much like the other two of his brothers, but this one...perhaps it could send a message to Kadaj through him.

"You must be Loz." It murmured easily before sliding a tawny gaze over to the Corinthian. "Hello, nightmare."

The Corinthian lifted his head as soon as Desire spoke. A flash of anger flickered across his face. This would mess with his plans. The ones that were just now falling together. For once he did not just want Loz's eyes, no there was much more hidden away in this encounter. The Corinthian wanted Kadaj out of this.

"...what are you doinghere?" The nightmare snapped at the Endless, "Go away."Z

"This one, it tricked your brother," The Corinthian said the first thing that came to mind. He was hardly in the mood to let this prey go away, and it seemed that Desire was intent on ruining his fun.

Another presence had entered. Loz looked up to see...

What? Nightmare? That was what the new person had called "Jeffrey", right? What was going on? In his seat, Loz gave a frown. So maybe Jeffrey was an enemy of his brother—

Then who was this new... thing...? There was a feeling of strong desire to find his brothers, find Mother, and complete the Reunion. Why now? The bulky remnant reluctantly felt the need to cry now. How annoying... It was clear that "Jeffrey" was also irritated by the other's presence. Why? These people knew each other, and they were playing with him and his brothers-- at the realization, Loz gave a smirk.

Rising from his seat, two words were articulated: "Wanna play~?" Yazoo or Kadaj wasn't here which meant the remnant would have to fight these people one at a time by himself. Since Desire supposedly tricked his brother, h/she'd be first, then this so-called "Jeffrey", who had not told him anything substantial about Kadaj. Without waiting for an answer, or thinking about the consequences for using aggression in a café, he threw a punch at Desire.

The Corinthian's expression darkened again, the more Desire talked. He had never liked it, and would never like it. The reminder of 'admonishment' was an unpleasant one and brought a scowl to his face. It figured that Desire would be able to ruffle him, and now he was missing his chance. It was clear that Desire's game was going to interrupt his own.

What he had not been expecting Loz to throw a punch at Desire. A mere mortal thing, attacking an Endless. What a stupid move. At the same time he was thinking that he was moving backwards, up and out of his seat. When Desire offered to help Loz out with his brother and his mother, the nightmare made a disgusted noise.

"I'm sure. You're always so helpful," He commented, but was quite clear that he was moving into dangerous territory. The Corinthian wasn't entirely stupid, just ... had impaired judgment.

What? Why wasn't he able to punch Desire? Loz frowned, gave a grunt, attempting at another punch. How come? It was becoming clearer than the remnant was becoming more and more frustrated by the current situation. For once in his life, aggression was not working. At all.

It had offered him a chance to find Mother and his brothers. Still ruffled, Loz took much effort to hold himself back. "Where are they?" After being pulled into one charade, things were rather suspicious in this world. Did it know Kadaj, Yazoo, and Mother? Behind him, "Jeffrey" had said, "You're always so helpful." Clearly that was sarcasm.

This was rather annoying and yet saddening at the same time. He bit his lip and turned around to say loudly, "Take that back! Or I won't forgive you. I won't let you insult Mother!" Without a second thought, instinct pulled the remnant to attack the other man in the same manner he attacked Desire.

Neatly sidestepping another of the silver-haired man's attempt at a punch, Desire gave a long-suffering sigh; one that was more for effect than anything.

When was he going to learn, really?

"I'm sure. You're always so helpful,"

Golden eyes flashed dangerously at The Corinthian in barely concealed annoyance. It knew that the nightmare hated it, thanks to the part it played in the death of the old Lord of Dreams, but if the creation thought that it was going to stand for disrespect, he was going to have another thing coming to him.

"I would hold my tongue if I were you," Desire responded, weighing its options. While this was a delectable opportunity to ruin the damned nightmare's fun as a petty sort of revenge, it now had other things to do, like get those pesky little gil from a willing mortal. But even then, taunting the boy was still an attractive option...

Its momentary indecision, however, was gone when Loz turned and spoke like a petulant little boy who had been denied his treat. Or like his mother had been gravely insulted.

Come to think of it, had Desire insulted Jenova? It didn't remember. Ah, it didn't matter, anyway. What was a teeny little insult in the grand scheme of things?

Deciding that playing with this boy wasn't worth its time, Desire smirked faintly even as it watched the remnant attack The Corinthian. Oh well. On to more interesting things, then.

"Have fun, children." Desire murmured almost mockingly as it made its exit, leaving a faint trail of cigarette smoke in its wake.

Talk about quick to raise a hand. The nightmare was glad that he had already been standing when Loz began his attack. And he sounded just like Kadaj, mother mother mother. A scowl, and he reached for his knife, moving away from Loz's punch at the same time. His left hand moved to grab Loz's wrist, even as his right went for his knife. If it worked out, he would straighten the silver haired man's arm out, and then drive the knife into the inside of the elbow.

Messy, but it might be helpful. Of course, if it didn't go right he'd probably end up on his back. Or somewhere in between. A part of him was well aware that Desire was leaving, and that left him strangely pleased. He disliked it. Hated it, loathed it. And it was even worse that it was well equipped to deal with ... lesser beings such as himself.

"It's no surprise you lot haven't found your precious mother yet. Not a pair of braincells between all of you." The Corinthian had lost his patience.

What? This man had moved away from his punch and was drawing some sort of weapon, most likely. Immediately, Loz dodged the Corinthian's hand, taking a step back. So this "Jeffrey" was no friend of his brother-- he was an enemy, and he was preventing the Reunion. With incredible speed, the remnant maneuvered around so that he was around the other man.

"It's no surprise you lot haven't found your precious mother yet. Not a pair of braincells between all of you." There was a clear frown on Loz's face. "Shut up!" With that, he punched the Corinthian onto the ground, glowering.

There was no point in even playing with this man anymore... or even "offering" to do so. This man had not given the proper respect Mother deserved. With the corner of his eye, he saw Desire leaving. So. It had no intention of helping him and his brothers, or Mother too.

Hate was overflowing ever part of him: "I'll never forgive you."

So fast. The Corinthian had not expected it at all. Loz looked human enough, but the speed and power he exhibited were hardly human. The next punch actually connected, and sent the nightmare to the floor. There he was still for a brief moment. What? Was his first reaction.

Then, as always, anger. His plans immediately left his head, and the Corinthian sat up, the sunglasses falling from his face.

"You stupid insignificant little nothing. You shadow of a person," His right eye-mouth grated out. It's 'voice' was rougher than his own. He still had the knife, and got to his feet, staying in a half crouch with the blade pointed in Loz's direction. "I'll carve out your right eye first, but leave you the left so you can watch me eat it."

[AJ, sorry this took longer than usual >>;]

For a second, it surprised Loz that "aggression" had worked against this man. After all, it had not worked when he had confronted Desire at all. Oh well. Loz felt a feeling of triumph, similarly to how a child would feel right after accomplishing something for the first time. There was a grin-- this was satisfying enough for now. That is, until it could be easily seen that the Corinthian was angry... very angry.

On "Jeffrey's" face, notable the area covered by the shades seconds before, was... Wait. That couldn't be right. Surely every humanoid had at least two eyes, a nose, and an eye as opposed to... one, two, three mouths. Loz frowned. It was real. This man was no human, just like him. After taking moments to take in the current situation, the remnant froze. "I'll carve out your right eye first, but leave you the left so you can watch me eat it."

At that moment, fear took hold of him. As fast as Loz could normally move, and as strong as he normally was, it wasn't doing him any good that his legs wouldn't budge. His eyes widened at what he was seeing. This was just a bad dream... There were no such things as--

Nightmares.

Now it was a one-eighty. The Corinthian felt a small smirk tug across his face. Okay, it wasn't a small smirk, in fact, he was sure that his mouth was set in a positively wicked grin. He was still angry, and there was only a few ways which he could resolve his anger problems. The best option was standing right in front of him.

The nightmare stood, raising to stand at his full height, and while he didn't have a size intimidation factor on Loz, he had something else, and it was easily apparent. The knife in his hand was slowly rotated, so it was parallel with the ground. It would take one lunge, and he aimed for right under Loz's right eye.

While not the fastest of all creatures, and surely not the strongest, the Corinthian hoped to score at least a hit. That was all he really needed, the knife would be naturally stopped by the cheekbone, but a simple movement would drag the blade to the temple. Flesh was hardly as durable as people thought it was.

So he lunged.

His legs were still refusing to listen to Loz. Move! There was another frantic attempt to move away from this place and this man, and just like last time it failed. Fear... did it really derive from not wanting pain? If you want the pain, would that make you fearless? Seeing you squirm like this is lame.

With a short gasp, the remnant moved a step to avoid the knife last second. If anything it was simply a knife, it would not have much damage on his skin could it? While doing this, not much of the bulky man's speed was "used". Or to put it simply, there was now a cut across Loz's lips that stretched even more as he took a second step. Aww. He had to get away quickly. But then what about the materia? How troublesome.

The fear was gradually subsiding. Logically speaking, brute force worked against this man so there was no reason not to use it. The remnant was superior. Thinking so much took too much effort. Simply letting instinct take over, he moved around the Corinthian, grabbed the chest, and ran out of the cafe. Loz sulked as he ran-- he felt lost.

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