Pushed Aside For A Lie
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This is an independent RP blog for Yazoo from Final Fantasy VII: AC. Feel free to ask him any question you can think off, but beware that he may choose to answer or shoot you with Velvet Nightmare.

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sanguinesaint:

"Continue from the thread with longhairedremnant here. “

longhairedremnant:

"Hn, not even in your dreams," lips curl up in distaste at the male in front of him. He wasn’t sure what had happened to him though, he had woken up and here he was again. Encountering new and old people.

"You wish."

//ooc: Yeeesssss. *and grins like mad*\

"I don’t much dream now…”

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        ”What’s brought you here,
         Yazoo of the remnants?”

There might have been something like pity, but that’s soon squished, "how… fitting." Doesn’t even know why he says it, really. The next question catches him of guard for a moment,

"…. I do not know."

rwby-sisters:

Listen. 

Sometimes I don’t want to rp.

Sometimes I only want to rp selectively because a certain thread intrigues me at a time.

It’s not me being a bitch.

It’s me being the average human that has interests and moods.

Touch my muse! Touching is a quiet way of conveying your feelings, so tell me how you feel with your touch!

Top of head: Sibling affection/parental affection
Hair: Yearning
Ear: "I want you to hear me out."
Nose: "You're so cute."
Cheek: "I want to tell you I love you."/Deep affection/Devotion
Neck: Dislike/Hate/Disdain
Shoulder: Worry/Concern for other/Fear
Waist: Possessiveness/"You are mine."
Over the heart: "I love you."
Butt: Sexual attractiveness/lust
Hip: Interest
Back: Wanting to kill/will betray you one day
Stomach: Fun!/Silliness/"Wanna go cause some trouble?"
Forearm: Indifference/Don't particularly care for
Biceps: Aggravation/Irritation/"You are an idiot."
Fingers: Friendship/amicable
Wrist: Fear of losing you
Knee: "Don't worry, I'm here for you."
Chin: Beauty/attractiveness
Thigh: Sympathy/empathy
Calves: "I will cause you pain."
Feet: "I will serve you forever."/Deep devotion and and feelings of servitude/extreme fealty

gunsmokeprincess:

Dealing with this man - Yazoo, she mentally corrected herself — felt no different than having to deal with an injured, wild animal in a way.  There was something in the air that made it feel as if the other in her presence was cornered — not by her, because she was about as threatening as a butterfly on a marshmallow. No, there was something deeper going on here. It was…worrying, to say the least.

Especially since she hadn’t seen a shade of silver like that in a long time.

It was like seeing a spectre of one of the Planet’s most prominent figures standing before her today. But the General had no children (and certainly not any that would be this old!) and neither did he have any true blood siblings to his name. Silver was such a rare colour and it almost pained the woman to see it, a shock now that she even noticed it. And it flickered on her face; luckily Yazoo was in his own world of pain and thus too occupied to notice.

She took a step forward, palms wide open in a show that she meant no harm.

I’m Crisis. You all right, Yazoo? You looked like you were hurting there, for a moment." A quick glance over did not find any immediate wounds, but maybe he had wandered into the woods after getting hurt somehow? Junon Woods was not overly dangerous for the wary survivalist, but it was still not a place for people to be, with a few exceptions. After all, she made this place her home for decades now. Concern now colouring her visage, she stared up at the other’s face, trying to read it for any signs, any hints. "If you’re injured, you should get that taken care of. I could lead you to a hospital…

At least a wild animal that could think and reason, most of the time, luckily enough. No, she was not very threatening at first sight. He had learned in the short time he had been allowed to roam that everyone and everything could be a danger, most of the time something he could handle, but very rarely something that was out of his range and then he had to find a way to avoid it and escape.

Oh he had no doubt that she would recognize the silver hair, everyone would. First the man they descended from, if they even could call it that. Then from their own time that they wreaked havoc on the city.

It was such little things that could make him regret things, he hadn’t seen the look because he had been distracted. It wouldn’t affect him negatively this time, but other times it was possible. He needed to be aware of his surroundings at all time and he finally focused on her again. Not quite glaring, he might’ve twitched if she had given voice to her thoughts.

He was all too aware that he shouldn’t have existed. That he was nothing but a clone, either made because of circumstances he had no idea of or scientist. He vaguely remembered them, then again it was the question if it was his own memories, or another’s.

She spoke and she called his attention to her. The question didn’t register, before he scoffed, "nothing wrong." He wouldn’t admit to being hurt as he flashed his teeth again, luckily for him the suit was mostly self-repairing and hid the blood that slicked his skin. The mention of a hospital and he tensed, "no." A straight refusal, no changing his mind on this one.

(Source: longhairedremnant)

thyoutcastangel whispered : "Hello Yazoo." (Thanks for following!)

Tilt head, freeze ever so lightly at the voice. He knows it. He has known it for a long time. He had heard Kadaj speak with that voice, a voice he respected, but mostly hated.

No word passes his lips, but there’s no doubt that the other man has his full attention.

//You’re welcome! ;w; \\

longhairedremnant whispered : //Mun thought this would be a good way to make a come-back* △ *leaves that behind and absconds again.*\\

argentumexitius:

Walks in to see Yazoo pleasuring himself and turns to walk out a second afterwards.

Lazily looked over, not even ashamed of having done what he did. He was about to raise his eyebrows invitingly, but the other was gone already. Hmn, well alright then.

longhairedremnant whispered : //*barges in after long absence, sees the shipping post. Drops to one knee and holding rose in one hand; I ship you and me, as our characters.* Would you do me the honor of granting me a roleplay to celebrate my coming back? (IDK if you still remember me, either way I'm sorry for this random as fuck ask to say hello in a really weird way.) *scuttles out again*\\

sanguinesaint:

      ”Appear again so soon?
       Here I had thought the Turks did you in for good.”

      Call me ‘Master’.

outofcharacter: “Fellow Last Unicorn lovers! I’m glad to see you back, and of course we  should rp!”

c:

"Hn, not even in your dreams," lips curl up in distaste at the male in front of him. He wasn’t sure what had happened to him though, he had woken up and here he was again. Encountering new and old people.

"You wish."

//ooc: Yeeesssss. *and grins like mad*\\

gunsmokeprincess:

Abrasive natures were something that the lady was used to, having been around some of the most caustic of tongues Gaia had ever been borne witness to. Feeling a little more at ease with every moment that passed, an air of serenity presented itself.

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I suppose not," she agreed to his words, roughened as they sounded. Like grain that had yet to be sifted and refined, it was harsh, yet not unpleasant sounding, this strange man’s voice. Fingers moved to twist around dark strands as she contemplated the other, wondering what he was doing there, out in the middle of the woods. "Well, if you don’t have anything on your mind and my subjectively good looks haven’t made you completely mute, then I have to ask…Who are you? What brings you to Junon?

His gaze kept observing, it would be hard to imagine him relaxing. His lips parting slightly and a tongue darting out to wet them, it stopped as soon he realized what he was doing. Not comfortable with the fact that he appeared too human, he knew that he was not. The only thing he was sure about. A ghost of a great man who might or might not be gone forever because of the black sheep. Yazoo’s eyebrows knitted together, attempting to dispel what he did not want to think about, only ensuring that his mind ensnared the thought and didn’t let it go.

A weakness he couldn’t have afforded himself before and now he could only bow his head and accept that it happened. Once more his eyebrows moved, but this time they didn’t meet, "I.." He stopped himself. He had absolutely no idea. He remembered pain. He remembered that he had hidden and woke up somewhere new, as if the new thought had brought it along, pain blossomed and he  took a deep, sharp breath. Inhuman eyes flashed and he raised his upper-lip, baring his teeth, even though he knew logically that she wasn’t the source.

Focus onto something else, Yazoo. "Yazoo," he replied to her question, almost unwilling and then shook his head. Silver hair shifted again and shifted, he had heard of Junon, of course, who hadn’t. But he never had been there, centering at what had once been Midgar, but now called Edge by most. A shake of the head again, not knowing how to reply, or unwilling to reply.

(Source: longhairedremnant)

gunsmokeprincess:

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Unable to help themselves, wide azure eyes trailed down a slender arm towards where it ended, upon the end of the strange weapon the other carried. A split second of fear crossed her expression — her mako-powered heart beginning to race — but she pushed it away, clearing her visage of anything before putting on a smile. Everyone tended to b on edge in this world; why start off meeting someone from a bad first impression? 

Something on your mind? Or am I just that stunning to look at?" she teased lightly.

His own mako-sharpened eyes caught the moment of fear, but it was gone soon and for a moment he doubted if he had truly seen it. But he shoved it aside and instead kept looking at her, until she spoke at least. He finally seemed to explode in movement, tossing his head ever so lightly and silver shrouded his vision, "tsh, neither." He spoke, voice rough as if he hadn’t spoken in a very long time.

Yazoo looked far more casual, but there was still a subtle tension in the line of his shoulders, cat-like eyes kept observing her, not moving around. He didn’t fear his surroundings, neither did he her, but she could become a threat if he didn’t watch out. The remnant knew that he shouldn’t underestimate anyone these days, "not that it is any of your concern."

(Source: longhairedremnant)

gunsmokeprincess started following you

A very faint tilt of the head, eyebrows raising as he stared at her. His hand not quite hovering over the butt of Velvet Nightmare, swallowing dryly as he did so.