Final Fantasy Main Story RP ARC V

Loz nodded at his orders from Kadaj. He would try his best to please Kadaj and, as always, Mother. He had no intention of ruining the plan. Loz looked puzzled at his brothers with the infection, he knew Yazoo did not have those gloves at first and was about to say something when he caught on. of course! Loz hit his own head, but was pretty sure no one noticed, instead listing to his younger brothers torment others. Mother must want them to try and keep the uninfected with the infected so they get infected. The girl was only wearing a tanktop and did have exposed arms after all and it was only a matter of time.

Instead Loz turned to the group and smirked his evil smirk at them all. oh yes, more siblings to join Mother! He fallowed Yazoo and Kadaj into the elevator.

It was as the doors were shutting that Zack spared the man in the red cape his fate on the same floor as them, "Why is brother ruining all of our fun?" he pouted. "No one wants to feel mothers love anymore." Loz looked to their lift mate, Cloud, "Same with you too." Loz then feel into silence, brodding about how no one loved their Mother. At least he had his true brothers with him and they would always be Loyal to Mother, always.



((Yes we know its skin contact, Yazoo found the gloves off someone in Junon >3>; lol he did not have them from his Lifestream clothes at least. The Brothers are just pains in the a$$ because they love to torture other people. Kadaj got it from naked Loz XD! and they see Yuffie as so easy to pick on >D))

((My bad - Kadaj hasn't been told by anyone how it's transferred, and it didn't cross his mind that Loz or Yazoo would have brushed against his face, neck or chest. Also, he's a wind up merchant that would have said it even if he did XD I should have made it clear <3))


Reno lay on his bunk with a yawn, patting the space next to him for Dark Nation to hop up next to him, which the creature quickly took advantage of. "Might as well keep me warm - been a while since I've had anyone to warm my bed," he chuckled softly, resting his arm over the hound's back. "You'll just have to do until I get a better offer, eh? Besides, the master is busy - he'll get you back later."

He yawned again and pulled the pillow closer. Looking after Dark Nation was his excuse to keep away from the others, to keep away from him... That was a fight he wouldn't land a punch on, let alone win.

"Bloody General..." he muttered to no one in particular.

"I will kiddo." Zack managed to say to Denzel before the teenager got distract by the pilot.
Zack smiled and shook his head turning back to Vincent.
He watched the remnants leave following Cloud and he frowned.
"Shit stirrers those kids."
When Denzel was ready he would take him to the training room and teach him to use the materia.



Rufus shook his head to Tseng question. "I believe we are finally done for the night. You can retire for the evening. We all need some rest."
He didn't mind that Vincent and Cid would be on the floor. Cid had worked for the company once upon a time same with Vincent he would let them slide.
The main thing he needed himself was sleep as well. The file memorized and destroyed.
It was about time that they all got some rest.
Turning round he headed back towards the elevator.


[To lazy to switch accounts... -.-;]

With regal air and posture concomitant to such welcoming theatrics she sits upon her polished throne. Her knees turn slightly toward the right arm of the seat as her left ankle slides behind that of her right to denote a subtle touch of femininity and softness. Such refinements contrast the stark white of the fully transmuted hall in which she resides.

"Perhaps," she allows her focus to momentarily flutter, "it contrasts myself; softens the edge in my presence."

Dull noises quietly echo across the chamber from the adjacent room as her senses alight in a light and joyous flutter. The presence of her raven haired son and her beloved daughter flood the hall as they draw ever nearer.

"What is this," she wonders.

A smaller, slightly unfamiliar energy dances through the air as it intertwines with those of the elders siblings. She inhales deeply as her heart expedites in her chest and a cocked smile pulls upward at the left side of her smooth lips, the promise of meeting her first strand of grandchild near bearing fruit as the excitement warms over her pale skin. However, the energies cease to move closer.

The soft pink that powders her face fades away as though an unseen spectator had risen from his seat to stealth unto her stage unnoticed and blow it from her face.

The trio lingers for several long moments before departing from the building; the unusually white shade that had moments before crept upon her countenance replaced by a deep and unflattering hue as her blood begins to heat.

Several hours pass in failed attempts at stoic contemplation, the rejection and distress of a stolen victory leaving her awash in a white hot veil as though surrounded by white flamed candles.

She slams clenched fists upon the arms of her throne as though the effort of itself was enough to raise her lithe frame from its hard uncaring embrace and quickly rises from her ridged posture.

"My children," She speaks into the minds of the infected with weak tones. "My beloved darlings. My adored brood. Why have you forsaken your mother? Why do you leave me in isolation? Why does your hatred abound? It cuts me so. It leaves me submerged in a mire of frustration. Do none but your sister love me? Are my affections, and the strength I have imparted to each of your siblings, not enough?"

Her lavender eyes alight as she emanates a massive wave of distress and rejection to impress upon her children the feelings that assail her being.

"If you will not abide my feelings," she begins with a stronger air, "who shall lead my clutch toward a bright future in our new world? Will it be my silvery locked eldest, who perpetuates failure despite his prowess? The brother with whom he consistently bickers? My grandson with his unique blood?"

She pauses for a moment and lowers her gaze as several renegade strands of hair fall upon her brow.

"I pray you determine which of you is fit to reign," she states flatly. "Perhaps you will pay him due diligence and favor as you have not shown me."