Yazoo (secondofthree) wrote in ontheedgerpg,

Who: Yazoo and Kadaj (Sephiroth is also welcome to join)
Where: Wouldn't you like to know~ (Somewhere outside of Edge, secret hideout)
When: Early evening
What: The remaining brothers lick their wounds and discuss their next course of action
Warnings: None, really.

Yazoo crouched by the pool of stagnant water, skipping stones and small pieces of broken concrete across the oily surface. Even though it was below freezing, and getting colder as night approached, the glorified puddle was only frozen around the edges...kept warm(ish), no doubt, by the raw sewage and decay that it smelled of. The stench was the last thing on his mind.

He was being used. And he hated being used.

Fireland had them in the palm of his hand. He held power over their lives, and had already shown that he had no qualms about killing those who displeased him. Now that they were a brother short, he felt...incomplete. Loz could be stupid at times, and was a bit of a crybaby, but they were brothers. His absence left a dull ache in the pit of Yazoo's stomach...and the remnant, having never experienced that pesky human emotion called "grief," interpreted it as indigestion brought on by a stressful day.

Muttering curses, he lobbed a large chunk at the center of the pool. It landed in the muck with a sickening plop.
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