House HUNTing

[Loz]

There were too many rooms in this building. Too many crumbly stairs and too many drafts. This place was going to have to go through major remodeling if anyone was going to be comfortable. Unless their definition of comfortable is to sit in ankle high brackish water and wade through mobs of who knows what kind of gunk that Loz's sensitive nose had to endure through. You get what I mean.

Loz filed into a room and glanced out the murky window. It looked directly at a white castle in the distance...

"Why can't we live there?"

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[Kadaj]

"It doesn't suit Mother's tastes," Kadaj answered candidly as he perused the lobby of the building. Pulling out his souba the youngest brother pointed the blade down at the soaked floor and began to pivot it around in circles, slowly becoming faster and faster and raising its edge up. The water of the room swirled around in response to the blade, its very matter and flow targeted and directed by Kadaj's superhuman skill. The brother raised a swirling pillar of water up a meter from the ground and then made a lightning slash toward the exit once Yazoo had cleared its space. The current created a vacuum that sucked up all the loose water on the ground and turned it into a stream that flew outside, splattering all over the square beyond the entrance stairs.

The room remained damp, but it was an improvement.

[Yazoo]

Yazoo too was interested in the castle, only because it suited his own tastes, but he could easily settle into the less opposing and intimidating skyscraper. Just as Kadaj was ridding the ground of water, Yazoo was drawing Velvet Nightmare from it's holsterand glancing around at all the exposed piping that didn't really seem to be good for anything. A sudden hail of bulletfire lit the darkness, and multiple rusted pipes fell to the ground in shards, and dust rose up off the water ground which all was quickly pulled into the vacuum of Kadaj's sword swipe. An effective spot of impulsive teamwork. It resulted in the place going from wet and brackiahs to just a little damp, and a little more habitable.

[Cloaked Individual]

A spraying sprawl of grey appeared in the corner of their eyes.

It was then, with a whisk of speed, did a lone creature of the unbeings seem to appear. Holding the darkness close, it saved it's appearance from view as it stayed.

It moved in a fashion completely foreign to all existence. It possessed a thought process not comprehensible by all other creatures, the way it slithered through the murky air, it's lengthy twining arms seeming to examine Yazoo, Kadaj, and Loz from a distance.

And it made... a faint, whisky sound as it slid around in the high shade. The sound of thunder, put to a turtle's meager speed.

Two more sounds waded in, abroad of the swill of water yet remaining elsewhere. Two more grey memories of the eternal nothingness.

The three beings, keeping to the relative safety of the ceiling's corners, made no effort to hide from the trio of foreigners. They merely kept their distance, having no interest in combat.

They arrived without immediate movement. Obviously, they could leave again in such a fashion... using the darkness to fly away safely.

A hesitant, strained moment.

Study.

Until one, facing Kadaj, bore it's face into the closest thing you might call a shadow of light.

It wore a grey hood, bore dark stripes across the sides of it's appearance, and move easily through the air. It's head defined it's nature and alliance-- an insignia representing Nobody forces was in clear display.

The two unseen Dusks drew back to the shadows, rightfully tense, and ready to withdraw at a moment's notice.

Though it's hood remained shut, the creature gave the seeming of beckoning. A silent call to the brothers, to come close and listen more closely.

It was then, that the mental echo entered their minds.

[Loz]

They got company...

Loz had just begun to join his brothers, waiting for the vacuum of water and pipes to be washed out so he could follow it up by a ground trembling smash to the ground that was sure to shake off all the lose cement of this place [and hopefully not bring the whole building down in the process] when suddenly, he tensed up. In a different way than the preparation of attacking.

HEAR ME.

Loz jolted at the foreign voice that entered his head.

"Playthings...?"

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[Kadaj]

"Don't go playing around in our new place so soon, Loz," Kadaj chided as his right hand began to glow with bright blue-tinted light. "It's enough of a mess as it is."

Tiny sparks began to fly out of the teen's hand in droves after he raised it before himself. The miniature shots of his usually fierce Matra Magic were not strong enough to kill even a Shadow unless it were pummeled continuously for a gross amount of time. Still, their purpose was not to attack should the dusk itself be threatened. Instead they pelted all the floor and low walls of the room, filling the area with flashes and sparkles as if an electrical short-circuit were taking place on exposed wiring.

When he stopped the first floor lobby was dry as a bone.

"Well, shall we look above?" he asked, not really meaning it as a question so much as an instruction. Kadaj loved his brothers but he still had a superiority complex from being the only one to hear Mother's voice. The Dusk's beckoning was ignored on the same count. Its voice was not nearly as magnificent as the one he usually heard echoing within his mind.

[lysander]

Yazoo walked across the dry floor as if it had always been that way, stopping halfway between Loz and Kadaj. He was, for all his worth, the middle brother. More mature than Loz, less focused than Kadaj. Of course, he heard the voice, but he didn't immediately respond. Like a beautiful young woman who had been raised to finish painting her nails before picking up a ringing phone, Yazoo had things to ponder before giving the dusk any due attention. "..." The sound of his own breathing would be heard by the dusk before anything. And then when Kadaj made his suggestion of exploring further up, Yazoo spoke to it. 'No.' And then turned his head toward the youngest brother. "Why would we inhabit only a corner of a room when the entire world is spread out before us, Brother?" Yazoo smirked.

[Loz]

Unfortunately for the older brother, he didn't have the pleasure of hearing Mother's voice in his mind. The whole voices echoing in your head thing had Loz confused for a few seconds as he stared at the dusk. It beckoned for him sweetly, the beautiful echo of a caring mother...

Well, shall we look above?

Loz slowly turned and looked at his younger brother. Family first. The apple will have to wait for another day.

He followed his two brothers towards the stairs, but did not forget to turn and give the dusk one last lingering look before climbing up the stairs after them.

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[Kadaj]

Kadaj stopped walking at Yazoo's question and seemed to think on it. His postured shuddered slightly, before his head pulled back and his voiced came clear.

"Heh heh heh," he quietly and disturbingly in a way that would have made anyone besides his own kin very uncomfortable. When the teen's neck turned to stare into Yazoo and Loz's green eyes with his own the unnatural being smiled knowingly and spoke with a certain self-satisfaction. "Don't think of this as our home, Yazoo. Such a dreary world isn't nearly fit enough to welcome Mother with. There is a much better place."

Kadaj's smile failed to stay and his lips curled into vain condescending expression as he looked past the other two silver-haired monsters. The Nobody was still there, waiting. How troublesome. Did it not understand that it wasn't wanted here?

"Yazoo, show our uninvited guest some manners," he said before turning back up to the next floor. Loz might be useful for any heavy-lifting that had to be done, so he could tag along. "And don't mess up the clean floor."

[Yazoo]

Yazoo's everpresent smirk was, well, still present. It was not exactly the arrogance of his younger sibling. Sure, they all had that superiority complex about them, something that was inherently a part of those who were born from the deepest shadows. But no, his smile always held something more to the most attentive of creatures. A broadening of joy, a quiver of anticipation, always relaxed. Sometimes, however rarely, he might even frown. And yet again, his smirk held none of these qualities either. The only thing that could distinguish this from his ordinary (however ordinary of the three he was) self, was that he seemed. . . Devoid.

"You are right. Simply taking this place would suffice for now." He mumbled, empty smile, empty eyes. For him, there was no such thing as doubt, perhaps a weakness of character to some, that would ever impede his ability to perform a task. All was done for the sake and the name of Mother, and yet maybe he felt a little disconnected? For ones such as they, companions were strange entities, and yet they held a brothership together. An odd musing that loners would come together in that way.

A graceful lift of the arm, and an artful twist of the wrist. "Allow me to show you the exit, dear guest."

[Loz]

Loz nodded, having nothing intelligent to add to the conversation. As usual. He watched his younger brother stayed behind to greet their unsuspected guest. A little bit wistful. He wanted some fun too.

"What do you need me to do, brother?"

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