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herePushing the door open, Kurama was surprised to find himself stepping out into the dark night, cool air meeting his skin and giving the redhead goosebumps. Almost surprised enough to forget his present annoyance with Karasu. Almost
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He was still rather annoyed at the fact that Karasu was still following him, but he let it rest for now. What was he really going to do about it? Yell at him? That was a ridiculous notion. Not only would it prove futile since Karasu wasn't above not listening to him, but it would only prove that the crow's presence made him uneasy. It wasn't like he could force him to go away either. Karasu was most likely physically stronger than the redhead, and he wasn't going to waste what limited abilities he did have on something so petty. Not to mention he'd rather cut off a limb from his body than admit to Karasu exactly how weak he was right now. That would be like saying 'Hey, look. I'm vulnerable. Come get me.' And he wasn't ( ... )
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Turning his gaze back over to the said smaller building, he could only half-wonder if there would be anything of particular use held within-if not some monster that decided to make a small place its abode for unsuspecting wanders. He had from then until he and the fox demon reached it to think about what to do if that was the case-or if a monster decided to show up before them.
There was nothing yet, though-not that he was able to see. Keeping true to his wandering gaze, he continued to observe the unmoving environment taking pleasure in the foreboding silence of the night. It certainly made things all the more exciting. Traveling with a rather annoyed Kurama only made things all the merrier.
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He took his time approaching the shed, keeping to the wall until he'd reached the outer wall. Turning right, he headed up behind the other goal, his flashlight sweeping the area ahead of him. He was becoming more and more unsettled, the farther he got from the doorway, though outwardly he remained calmed. Finally, he paused at the door of the shed.
It was almost a relief not to be doing this alone... Though that relief was mostly (if not completely) dampened by the fact that it was Karasu that was with him, but at least it made things easier. Two sets of eyes were always better than one ( ... )
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Daniella was not one to disobey, and the moonlight shimmering off something very reflective, very sharp beside her figure might have been proof enough, had they known what it was. Her footsteps slowly, dreadfully so, became louder, closer to the men. Her shape became closer and closer with them, insane cackles beginning to erupt from her lips.
Picking locks would just have to wait for now.
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Observing the shed door as Kurama had tried to pull it open; the crow felt the corner of his eye twitch softly upon the sound of another's voice--a rather unfamiliar voice at that. Though rather annoyed by the fact that he had momentarily dropped his guard, he set that disappointment aside to abruptly turn and face the source of the strange voice, narrowed eyes observing with caution as he moved his hand to place it gently upon Kurama's shoulder.
"It appears that we have a little guest in our midst…" he murmured just loud enough for Kurama to hear, hardly able to help himself from smirking at the very excitement. Though he wasn't about to allow his masochistic nature get in the way of staying alive.
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A woman, from what he could see. She didn't look like the monsters he'd heard of, but the glint of metal that she was holding looked very intimidating. He didn't like the emotionless tone in her voice either. "So I noticed..." Kurama replied just as quietly to Karasu's comment, shrugging the hand off his shoulder and making a mental note to rebuke the crow for touching him at a later time.
For now, as ridiculous as the notion was, he was going to need Karasu's cooperation. The very thought made absolutely no sense, but according to the circumstances, that's how it was. "Do you think you could keep her entertained for about a minute?" Kurama continued, his voice still at a whisper. "It shouldn't take any longer than that."
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What it happened to be, unfortunately enough for the two men infront of her, was razor-sharp glass. The maid clutched onto it tighter as she came into enough distance, eyeing the man who had disobeyed her command in the first place. Her arm raised, the smile becoming wider as she ignored the other in favor of punishing the little thief.
"Naughty, naughty boy," she shrieked with glee before swinging her weapon back down.
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Karasu barely had time to answer as his eyes narrowed in on the vicious shard of glass that was very quickly making its merry way toward the red-head. He didn’t even have a second to think; stepping forward, he swung his hand forward, taking a bruising hold on the arm containing the glass, paying mind to grab her nearest to her wrist to hold better control just in case she might try to stab forward at him.
Acting on instinct, he spread his fingers apart from one another and allowing the sharp ends to sink deep into the flesh, in attempt to cause her to drop the questionable shard of glass; his mind’s eye certainly did not like the very thought of the foreign-looking substance held upon it or what it could possibly do.
With his free hand, he reached forward to grip tightly onto the maid’s neck, pressing his palm forcefully against the middle of it; if she was even remotely human-of which even the very idea was still withholding much questioning to Karasu-then she perhaps would not be able ( ... )
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Normally, one would expect someone to shriek or loosen his or her grip on a weapon when injured and/or lacking air. Sadly, Daniella was not normal. In fact, she had continued to cackle until the hand decided to choke her, and even then, her main response was an annoyed groan at being held down. She struggled, her hand tightening the grip on the glass even still, no matter the ugly cuts she retained, or the pink, transparent liquid that slowly trailed from these wounds.
"Azoth… will. Be… mine," she said quietly, raising her free hand to strike the man whose grip she had found herself in.
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Upon seeing her moving hand coming across in hopes of making rough contact with his cheek, he quickly ducked back, though not enough to catch a rather large portion of the blow. Cursing incoherently, Karasu ignored the stinging sensation in his cheek, refusing to release the woman’s arm as he sunk his nails in even deeper and moved his hand away from her neck to quickly reach for her other arm as he made a rough lunge forward as though in attempt to knock her backwards.
If he could get her on the ground and pin her there, that would be a miracle in itself. Perhaps if she was as weak as her apperance made her seem, he could buy Kurama a bit more time with his lock-picking.
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Shoving his thoughts aside, Kurama took the rose dart firmly in his hand and snapped it in half. One down... Kurama thought, looking over the broken tip. The slim pointed end would make a fair enough pick...but the wrench was going to be harder to make ( ... )
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Her laughing became more manic as she pushed back against who was weighing her down, struggling to get free before her mouth opened wider in a maddened shriek. She was not strong, she knew that, but nothing they could do would hurt her.
Nothing could hurt her.
It only made her laugh louder, much as it did when she freed her leg to shove it quickly into the gut of the rather feisty patient. Manners were just harder and harder to find these days…
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