paixaorpg | Looking. [Solo/Completed]

Character(s): Yazoo
Content: Yazoo wanders, Yazoo looks, Yazoo finds nothing.
Setting: Around Niflheim, O Pastor Hotel.
Time: Friday, late afternoon - night.
Warnings: Annoying emo.

There had not been anything behind the hotel. There had not been anyone down the alley. There was nothing anywhere except extra flesh and extra blood that was not his, nor his family's, and therefore was unimportant.

Becoming more dejected with each passing day, the white-haired spirit could feel a tightening in his stomach and a strain in his legs. Despite his pain, he could not end the search. His family... it was an obsession to find them, of course, but who could blame him? He was only one small piece in a much larger puzzle. And what piece can feel complete alone? No, he had to find them. He must. If that required the use of other people, some of these drones that wandered the city like so many ants or bees... then so be it.

Even Yazoo had noticed it, however. The people of this dome, this cage, were all alike. Copies of each other. He wouldn't be surprised if their whole lives were just a silent orchestrated piece of music, commanded by a higher conductor than they could understand. But he was the same way, he supposed. His life was music, however; a stray instrument that could be beautiful, if only lead correctly.

And Mother, his creator, would lead him. The Reunion would take place. Maybe not in the original location it had been planned at, but it would happen. Mother wished it, so it would be.

Telling himself that his family had to be here, must, because he was here also, helped drive him on. The last day, however, had proved quite trying to him. A vague emptiness, not reminiscent of something he had felt before, created a dull pain in his chest. His heart. Yazoo was unsure of what this might mean, but either way, it could not be good. So he kept searching, every cobblestone and every street, to find his family. Maybe the dull ache was loss, slowly eating his core? Maybe Mother was calling to him?

Perhaps it was time to investigate the insides of the city. Where its heart and its organs were. Where the masses went.

The first building he found, among a group of rotting, rag-wearing people, was rundown. It's outside was rotting just as badly as the people crowding around it; wooden pillars crawling with white worms and the yard around it littered with trash. Yazoo was disgusted with it, the way these humans abused the planet which bore them. But there was no Lifestream here, it seemed. So nothing would stop Reunion...

Moving past the people, he entered the building, nose scrunching at the smell within. A particular scent caught his nose, and he felt his stomach lurch. Food... energy.

The moon was now rising as the sun was going back to sleep. Perhaps this was the best time...

He couldn't search if he was dead, after all. He would be of no use to Mother, right? She wanted him alive. He needed her. It was only for Mother to decide if it was his time to die, or not. So, the search would have to go on a very short stop, so he could recuperate and gather his strength.

The spirit would search every corner of the city, if need be.