onepassingnight | Interlude IV

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Interlude IV - The Fourth Dream

[She may have been small in her dreams again, but she recognized this place. It was the Forgotten City. The glowing trees, the lake,and even the men within. They looked just like Sephiroth, how could she not know that they resembled him? This time, she had her memories, she just also had the impulsiveness of a child. And sometimes the attention span of one.

But right now, she was watching the children walk into the blackened water, being told it was their cure for Geostigma. Genesis didn't have Geostigma, so she didn't know why she was here. She wasn't even armed!

She looked around, wondering how she could get out of here.]

[[OOC: This is Genesis as a child, yes I know her PB is rather obvious XD But it's the only one I thought that would match. Anyway, this is also for

silversouba, threadjacking is encouraged! I'll be replying with

lil_rhapsody.]

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[Reno recognizes this place, too. Shit. Why is she here? She definitely does not want to be here. She also does not have Geostigma, and as a Turk, she is a walking, redheaded target where Remnants are concerned.

Great. She has to get out of here. But there's kids... She can't just leave kids with these freaks. Ugh. Isn't Cloud supposed to handle this crap?

She tries her best to look inconspicuous, already knowing that it's a lost cause, and when the other redhead comes close, she calls to her in a hissing whisper.]

Hey. Kid. Come here.

[she heard the hissing whisper and, taking a quick look to see if the remnants were watching, she quickly ran over to the voice and found herself looking at Reno.]

Reno? What are you doing here?

Huh? You know me? Well, I know I'm famous... [Reno, this is not the time to have a big head.]

But I don't know what I'm doing here. We sent Cloud up here. Look, we have to get out of here, ASAP.

How can I not? Everyone knows the Turks!

[Oh, wait, no one had seen her as a kid before.]

It's me, Genesis. And what about the other kids?

True.

Genesis? Like, the actual Genesis or some kind of Deepground clone thing? [In any case, that's very, very bad.] Oh damn, you're like full of Jenova cells or something.

Yeah yeah, I know, we gotta do something. I'm trying to think...

[She punched her shoulder.]

The real one, idiot!

[She huffed before looking back at the kids still in the water. If Cloud was suppose to be here...]

Should we just wait for Cloud then?

Hey! [Well, she's got a real strong punch for a kid, so she's probably Genesis.] I'm not an idiot. I wouldn't put anything past those scientists. There were all kinds of clones running around.

Yeah, well, we could do that, but Cloud kind of screwed this part up. [Reno's faith in Cloud is somewhat limited.] Never a good idea to wait for somebody else to show up. They might not.

So what do we do? I can't fight them like this!

You are real tiny. Uh... [She thinks. This is a tough situation.]

Listen, no matter what, we can't let them get you. These guys are bad news. How about I distract 'em, and you get the other kids away? [Suicide missions are the most fun. Sigh.]

Can you fly? Or do some magic or something? [She may be a kid, but she's a super kid.] Anything?

Well, I don't have my materia, but I still got my wings. But I can't carry all of the kids.

[Still, she could probably herd them away from the air anyway. She wriggled out of her coat, revealing just a cotton tank top and let out her wings.]

I know you can't carry all those kids. There's way too many. I was trying to find out what kind of advantages we might have.

[She examines the wings. They look pretty creepy to her, but she keeps the thought to herself (for once), as there are more important matters at hand.]

You got any other ideas? You're some kinda supersoldier, so let me know if you do.

[He is confused, by both the surroundings and the strangers. Like Genesis, he has most of his own memories in spite of his child's body and childishness, but there are many things she knows that he does not.

He's pleased to see Genesis here. He recognizes her at once in spite of her youth, so that's one familiar thing here, thankfully. He makes his way to her side at once.]

Genesis. What is this place?

[She gasped when she heard his voice before promptly grabbing his wrist to drag him to the bushes. She whispered harshly.]

What are you doing here? You can't be here! If they see you, they'll catch you!

[He goes with her, but once they're in the bushes, he turns to look at the men curiously. They do resemble him a great deal. He doesn't feel afraid of them at all.]

I don't know why I'm here. [A pause.] I'm not worried. Who are they?

That one child who stood off to the corner did not go unnoticed. Kadaj would ignore her until he decided to deal with it. Giving her attention now would only steal from his spotlight. When the children finished consuming his will, and Cloud had attempted a rescue attempt ending in failure, did the young remnant begin to address their little spy.

Kadaj narrowed his feline eyes on her, somehow she was familiar but he couldn’t quite figure it out. Was she one of Cloud’s little orphans? Had he seen her the last time he was in Edge? Or maybe this was just another one of those Sephiroth memories that often interrupted own.

As Yazoo and Loz readied their new brothers and sisters onto the truck, Kadaj approached the small red head, Souba withdrawn. She didn’t have Geostigma, so she was useless to Mother, and she didn’t prove much of a threat either.

She was just an annoyance. Or target practice, depending on how their conversation ended.

“You know,” he smiled to her, though there wasn’t any sweetness behind it, “children shouldn’t eavesdrop.”

Genesis watched the entire time, mako blue eyes taking everything in until they were all gone and all that was left was Kadaj giving her that unsweet smile. She stared up at him and shrugged. "I wasn't eavesdropping. If I was, I would've hid myself."

“Clever girl.” Kadaj still wasn’t impressed. “But you don’t belong here.” The remnant lifted the double bladed katana to poke at her tiny, tender throat. He had no qualms about hurting children. They were disgusting offspring of an insignificant race. The fewer there were the better! Though Kadaj could still have a fun time gutting one alive—weak and pathetic as they were, he’d make quick work of the child.

“Now then,” a cruel smirk wormed its way onto cold lips, “it would be a good time for you to hide far far away from here.”

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