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discedo_logs2008-06-09 01:57 pm
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Who: Yazoo and Reno
Where: Gar Road
When: During/right after this.
Rating: PG-13 for fighting and possible swearing from Reno?
Summary: Yazoo tried to play the semi-civil card, but Reno had to play you-mother-is-a-monster card, and now Yazoo is angry. You won't like him when he's angry >:[.Fight!
the log:
Finally, a good source of entertainment. Not the kind of entertainment he would have asked for, but Yazoo supposed the spastic redhead would have to do.
It was strange how Reno didn’t remember him, and Yazoo thought maybe the scientists had wiped his memory. It was probably the only thing they could do, as Yazoo firmly believed there was nothing one could do to make the Turk any less intelligent than he already was. Either they'd wiped him...or he was from a different time.
It’d all started as a harmless game, leaving hints and clues as to who he was, rubbing in little details that Reno didn’t seem to remember at all. He’d even taken to quoting the redhead in regards to his own Mother – "Oh. Jenova’s friggin’ head." -, but it’d all gone down hill from there.
Jenova was not a monster, and Yazoo was going to make sure that Reno remembered that.
After finding the Turk’s location, Yazoo wasted no time finding his way to Gar Road. Silently, he hopped up onto a dumpster and climbed up a fire escape, stationing himself on the roof of a warehouse that overlooked the street. Taking his time, the silver-haired remnant checked his communicator one last time to see if Reno had responded, making his way to the edge of the building.
Smirking to himself, Yazoo peered down at the redhead, tilting his head almost curiously as he lifted his communicator close to his mouth, and spoke.
"...Look up."
Where: Gar Road
When: During/right after this.
Rating: PG-13 for fighting and possible swearing from Reno?
Summary: Yazoo tried to play the semi-civil card, but Reno had to play you-mother-is-a-monster card, and now Yazoo is angry. You won't like him when he's angry >:[.
the log:
Finally, a good source of entertainment. Not the kind of entertainment he would have asked for, but Yazoo supposed the spastic redhead would have to do.
It was strange how Reno didn’t remember him, and Yazoo thought maybe the scientists had wiped his memory. It was probably the only thing they could do, as Yazoo firmly believed there was nothing one could do to make the Turk any less intelligent than he already was. Either they'd wiped him...or he was from a different time.
It’d all started as a harmless game, leaving hints and clues as to who he was, rubbing in little details that Reno didn’t seem to remember at all. He’d even taken to quoting the redhead in regards to his own Mother – "Oh. Jenova’s friggin’ head." -, but it’d all gone down hill from there.
Jenova was not a monster, and Yazoo was going to make sure that Reno remembered that.
After finding the Turk’s location, Yazoo wasted no time finding his way to Gar Road. Silently, he hopped up onto a dumpster and climbed up a fire escape, stationing himself on the roof of a warehouse that overlooked the street. Taking his time, the silver-haired remnant checked his communicator one last time to see if Reno had responded, making his way to the edge of the building.
Smirking to himself, Yazoo peered down at the redhead, tilting his head almost curiously as he lifted his communicator close to his mouth, and spoke.
"...Look up."