Revolution...?

Those bastards... Coming to his pack he knew instantly he'd have to leave when he could smell them as they stalked him. It had taken longer then he hoped for them to come but now he'd need to start this game and protect that which was his. Orange fire like orbs danced over to the ashy colored figure beside him."mother" as everyone knew her as had found him here once before and she told him in soft tones she had rallied the troops to help him this time. Only problem he didn't know when those troops would be here and with the time thought came that of his old
band and if they themselves would join in his
idea... Jabbar had fallen into the clutch of someone he was opposed to just as
much if not worse then his dislike for akira.

"do they know where to find us?" his eyes were met by deep blue purple black tinted eyes and he withdrew his question mentally knowing full well her answer out loud would have made him look like a fool. Jenova never spoke out loud very often she was good with words but through her looks. Time and age had brought this gift
upon her. It was when she slowly turned her head forward again that he too noticed another figure coming towards them. "Ripper... Him? I guess he'd be good in Muerta..." sephiroth took a deep breath as the drake came near and nods were exchanged between the brus the elder was left alone and to the side of this conversation. "such a long walk but tell me why it was worth it sephiroth." though Ripper was called by Jenova he knew better then to ask an observer like herself but to ask the observer who did the stalking actions first
hand...

"jabbar has recently been taken over by someone who doesn't fit into this plan. I want him over thrown and wanted it done before damean had to loose his life. The art of persuasion is in order and the art of tour dislike for females specialy alpha fems is in order for muerta. We will wait for the others before we devise a plan for now just sit. " and so they did. Ripper looked no where except behind the two watching their Baka while Sephiroth and Jenova sat watching behind his...

"Just the three of you?" A malicious voice erupted from the abyss. The words perfecly enunciated, dripping mockery, origins unknown. Neither scent nor sight of him was there. It truly was funny to watch, the three of them so serious about whatever the hell it was they were planning. The stranger grinned darkly to himself as the fools sat around alone, ready to pounce on Evander and Akira come hell or high water. "Don't make me laugh."

He watched them in disturbing silence. How cute, watching each others' backs... while he had been watching theirs for hours. Funny how just passing through, just looking on your way to nowhere turns into something much more. He licked daintily yet hungrily at his own teeth, bod half risen, waiting for the proper moment to show himself to the trio of miscreants. His observances were detailed. Psychological. The "leader", if he could call himself that, the poor delirious boy, at least had the good sense to take on apathy as his life's motto. Though it seemed he was far too involved in whatever got him riled up every moment. HE let himself get too involved in plotting to be able to pull off any little trick he wanted. But that could be easily fixed. He would be useful. The femme he eyed next, not seeing much from her save a connection, a proxy. Nothing more. Pretty though she was, she was too aged for his tastes. It occurred to him for a second that he didn't even know how old he was himself. Regardless, his convictions served him 100 percent, and he wasn't interested in a lay from her. Not his type. Seemed no one was lately. Lastly his gaze fell to the last one. Crazy was what came to mind, and though they both shared the word as a synonym for their personas, it seemed Ripper here was the only one who upheld the textbook definition. The stranger himself walked the fine line between genius and insanity, snipped it in half, and tied the ends together. There was no crazy in his mind. Only perfect chaotic sense. Back to the brute, he had to focus and quit thinking about himself for a second. Most definitely on the bottom of the list of sane ones... interesting. He seemed the type to be perfectly brutal. Time would tell how easily he could be manipulated. So this was what he had to work with should they choose to bite his tainted hook and follow along.

Now was the time. The figure emerged from the shadows, a phantom made real. His orbs burned sick and yellow into Sephiroth, engulfing him in scrutiny, watching his every move as shoulders rolled to carry him forward. The smile was gone. Technically. His jaws boasted a stain, crusted, crimson from the innumerable lives he had swallowed whole, and beneath it, raping the skin of his mouth, brutal scars pulled back to his cheeks to form a brutally disturbing grin plastered to him 24/7. The fur of his back was relaxed, though near his shoulders it pricked naturally, providing yet another illusion, this one inferring he was always on edge. The trail of his spine was tinged green with earth. The beast was filthy. And yet his scent told nothing of it. In fact, it seemed his scent didn't exist at all. Quite the handy little birth defect when the situation called for it. And it almost always called for it. He appraised them silently, roaming eyes touching on Jenova, Ripper for moments longer, and landing back to the fire-hued one, then addressed him with finely clipped words.

"You think planning is going to get you anywhere? You think... sitting here and moping about what some punk brother did is going to get your problem solved?" He choked on a laugh, but remained emotionless. "Seems you're late to joining the party wagon, Sephy." Yes, he knew his name. Word traveled, and he wasn't born yesterday. He didn't even bother introducing himself. He broke into a yellowed grin, head bowed, citrines looking up maliciously. "You want something? You want a sympathy assault party? Look - listen - let me tell you something. You want sympathy? You're going to find it alphabetically... Somewhere between shit and syphillis. You've gotta learn to take revenge for yourself, no questions asked. If this mattered so much, the consequences would be nonexistent. Now, which way to Jabbar? I've got some madness to plant." As soon as the question ended, he was walking off in the right direction. He already knew. And the moment Sephiroth overcame the effect of the short onslaught, he would be calling him back. His bedraggled tassel bounced laconically behind him as his wretched form stalked away. Slowly. Beckoning. Here, fishy fishy fishy...