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onepassingnight2012-04-01 04:00 pm
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The Remnant of Midgar (Pied Piper of Hamelin)
((OOC: This is totally not my writing style. But I wanted to follow Grimm's style, so that is what I did here. :3 I hope you like it/it is acceptable))
Once upon a time...
On north of side of Gaia was a town called Midgar. The citizens of Midgar were honest folk who lived contentedly in their urban houses. The years went by, and the town grew very rich.
Then one day, an extraordinary thing happened to disturb the peace.Midgar was struck with an illness known as Geostigma. A black plague swarmed over the whole town. The terrified citizens flocked to plead with ShinRa to free them from the plague of Geostigma—which the ShinRa company had been responsible for. But Rufus ShinRa had, for a long time, been sitting in the Presidential room, trying to think of a plan.
"What we need is an army of SOLIDERS!"
But all the SOLDIERS were dead.
"We'll atone for our mistakes then . . ."
But most of the damage was already done and even attempting to please the Planet did not stop the Geostigma.
"It just can't be done without help!" said the president sadly.
Just then, while the citizens milled around outside, there was a loud knock at the door. "Who can that be?" the Turks, ShinRa’s henchmen, wondered uneasily. Mindful of the angry crowds, they gingerly opened the door. And to their surprise, there stood a teenage boy, dressed in dark leather, with silver hair that obscured half his face, and waving a double bladed katana at them.
“I can cure your little problem,” the stranger announced, “All I want in return is Jenova!”
"Jenova!" exclaimed the president. "We'll give you Jenova and all her remains!"
And so the deal was set.
The sun was still below the horizon when the sound of zealous gospel wafted through the streets of Midgar. The little remnant slowly made his way through the houses and behind him flocked the diseased. Out they crawled, the ill of every size, all after the remnant. And as he preached, the stranger marched straight down to a black river, right up to his middle. Behind him swarmed those who were plagued and every one was taken over by the remnant’s will and told to remain out of the city to be used for a later purpose.
By the time the sun was high in the sky, there was not a diseased person in the town. There was even greater delight at the town hall, until the remnant tried to claim his payment.
"You want Jenova?" exclaimed the Turks, "Never..."
"You promised you’d give me Mother!" cried the little remnant angrily. But the President broke in. "Geostigma is dead now and it can never come back. . ."
His eyes flashing with rage, the little remnant pointed a threatening finger at the President and told him he’d regret his actions.
A shiver of fear ran through the Turks, but the President shrugged and said excitedly: "We've saved the Planet!"
That night, freed from the nightmare of the Geostigma, the citizens of Midgar slept more soundly than ever. And when the remnant returned to the streets at dawn, only the children were interested this time. Drawn as by magic, they hurried out of their homes. The long procession soon left the town and made its way through the woods and across a glowing forest till it reached the foot of a huge crater. Beyond lay the Northern Cave. All the children had followed the remnant into the cave, to which he held them captive by pure Willpower alone.
Only one little girl escaped this fate. It was her, named Marlene, who told the anxious citizens, searching for their children, what had happened. No matter what people did, the Northern Cave never gave up its victims, for you see, they had become the remnant’s new brothers and sisters! A brand new army of children to fight for Mother! And it was here, that the remnant known as Kadaj would keep the children until ShinRa upheld their deal—and returned Jenova to her rightful family.
Once upon a time...
On north of side of Gaia was a town called Midgar. The citizens of Midgar were honest folk who lived contentedly in their urban houses. The years went by, and the town grew very rich.
Then one day, an extraordinary thing happened to disturb the peace.Midgar was struck with an illness known as Geostigma. A black plague swarmed over the whole town. The terrified citizens flocked to plead with ShinRa to free them from the plague of Geostigma—which the ShinRa company had been responsible for. But Rufus ShinRa had, for a long time, been sitting in the Presidential room, trying to think of a plan.
"What we need is an army of SOLIDERS!"
But all the SOLDIERS were dead.
"We'll atone for our mistakes then . . ."
But most of the damage was already done and even attempting to please the Planet did not stop the Geostigma.
"It just can't be done without help!" said the president sadly.
Just then, while the citizens milled around outside, there was a loud knock at the door. "Who can that be?" the Turks, ShinRa’s henchmen, wondered uneasily. Mindful of the angry crowds, they gingerly opened the door. And to their surprise, there stood a teenage boy, dressed in dark leather, with silver hair that obscured half his face, and waving a double bladed katana at them.
“I can cure your little problem,” the stranger announced, “All I want in return is Jenova!”
"Jenova!" exclaimed the president. "We'll give you Jenova and all her remains!"
And so the deal was set.
The sun was still below the horizon when the sound of zealous gospel wafted through the streets of Midgar. The little remnant slowly made his way through the houses and behind him flocked the diseased. Out they crawled, the ill of every size, all after the remnant. And as he preached, the stranger marched straight down to a black river, right up to his middle. Behind him swarmed those who were plagued and every one was taken over by the remnant’s will and told to remain out of the city to be used for a later purpose.
By the time the sun was high in the sky, there was not a diseased person in the town. There was even greater delight at the town hall, until the remnant tried to claim his payment.
"You want Jenova?" exclaimed the Turks, "Never..."
"You promised you’d give me Mother!" cried the little remnant angrily. But the President broke in. "Geostigma is dead now and it can never come back. . ."
His eyes flashing with rage, the little remnant pointed a threatening finger at the President and told him he’d regret his actions.
A shiver of fear ran through the Turks, but the President shrugged and said excitedly: "We've saved the Planet!"
That night, freed from the nightmare of the Geostigma, the citizens of Midgar slept more soundly than ever. And when the remnant returned to the streets at dawn, only the children were interested this time. Drawn as by magic, they hurried out of their homes. The long procession soon left the town and made its way through the woods and across a glowing forest till it reached the foot of a huge crater. Beyond lay the Northern Cave. All the children had followed the remnant into the cave, to which he held them captive by pure Willpower alone.
Only one little girl escaped this fate. It was her, named Marlene, who told the anxious citizens, searching for their children, what had happened. No matter what people did, the Northern Cave never gave up its victims, for you see, they had become the remnant’s new brothers and sisters! A brand new army of children to fight for Mother! And it was here, that the remnant known as Kadaj would keep the children until ShinRa upheld their deal—and returned Jenova to her rightful family.
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Once again, the Remnants have run off with kids, and they actually are insane enough to think they're doing the right thing.
"You can come out now," she says, adding, "Assholes," under her breath.
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“Where is she?” Kadaj demanded. Whether the Turk could see it or not, the remnant was surrounded by his new family. If she tried anything stupid the children would protect him without a second thought.
Not that he needed protection! But the humans held such high regard and love for their own species that it’d likely stop an attack its tracks. Especially the females; they seemed to hold a particularly strong bond for children---even the weak and pathetic ones.
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"Yeah, we've got your mom." Don't make a 'your mom' joke, Reno, she told herself firmly, although the temptation was there. "We're gonna need you to give back the kids first, though. Cause we don't trust you."
She looked at those kids. She could tell that they were slaves or brainwashed or whatever the Remnants had done to them. Great. It was true that she was much less likely to kill a kid than an adult, but she'd done so in the past. Following orders. Sometimes sacrifices had to be made. But if it came down to it, she'd rather avoid it if she could.
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Loose gravel crunched beneath his boots as he neared the Turk. Finally, he was full in view, and he was not a happy camper. “Give me Mother.” He stared her down, letting his frustrations boil deep within the pit of his stomach. Still, he remained temporarily unhurried. He wanted to have fun with this one. It would be her who would end up suffering for her boss’ mistakes.
so sorry for the slow!
It wasn't that she didn't feel afraid--she'd be stupid not to be, monsters that the Remnants were--but she was damned if she was going to show it. She kept her grip on her EMR and her gaze steady.
"Like we have any reason to trust you. If we hand her over right off, you'll keep her and the kids. Don't think I don't know it. She ain't here, and guess what? If I don't come back in one piece--there's not going to be one piece of your mom left."
No worries. <3
“You wouldn’t dare threaten Mother.” The tone of his voice, surprisingly, lacked a trace of anger. Instead, he sounded quite sure of himself. Confident. Proud. Secure. “Foolish turk. If you take Mother away from me then you have nothing left to bargain with!”
Small swivels of black mist curled around Kadaj’s hand. He held his hand up to face level, contorting the dark mist at will, lacing it between in fingers, in and out. He laughed, amused. “What’s stopping me then from just ruining the entire planet? It’s what Mother would have wanted. . .” Kadaj clenched his fist shut and the smoke vanished.
“I won’t ask again,” he held out a demanding hand. “Give me Mother.”