Nightshift 19: Soccer/Recreational Field
[Coming from 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 that stupid.
I need to find a decent weapon... Kurama mused to himself, a slight frown slipping across his lips. He knew it was only a matter of time before they came across something vicious, considering the stories and battle wounds that others had. His little darts weren't going to do too much to monstrosities such as those.
It wasn't long before he came upon another door, leading back into the building. As curious as he was to where this headed, he wanted to finish scouting the rest of the outdoor area before heading back inside. Making a mental note of the door, he continued past.
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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.
Grasping the handle of the door, Kurama pushed against it, but to no avail. Pulling yielded the same result. Locked, perhaps. Frowning just a bit more, the redhead kneeled down to look at the lock. In his past life, he'd made a career out of breaking locks and other devices. The more complicated, the better. He wasn't half bad at it as a human, either... Perhaps he could pick this one, too? It was worth a shot.
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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 to breath. How effective this would prove to be, he knew not, but it was certainly worth trying.
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Well, if Karasu was going to cooperate, he might as well get to work...quickly. Normally, he'd just slip one of his plants into the lock, break it from the inside and that would be that. At this point in his career, normal locks were so simple that they were boring. But he couldn't rely on his plants this time. Not with his powers as they were. He'd have to pick the lock the old-fashioned way. And he'd have to make his tools from scratch as well.
Slipping his fingers into the hair at the base of his neck, he expertly untangled a seed from his locks, pulling it out once more. He hadn't tried this yet, but he hoped it would work. Transferring some of his energy through to the seed, a shoot rapidly broke out of its encasing and began to lengthen. Unlike a normal flower, however, the shoot only formed one blossom with no leaves, while the roots were replaced by a pointed tip.
It didn't take much more than a few seconds for the rose dart to form, but the result left Kurama disoriented from the energy loss. It took him by surprise at first, having never experienced such a thing before, and he quickly placed a hand against the shed to steady himself, trying to keep an eye on Karasu and the woman at the same time. Was this strange effect also the building's doing? It had to be...
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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.
After sticking the pick through the cloth of his shirt to keep from losing it, Kurama then took up the blossom half of the dart. Grasping the broken end firmly between his fingers, he began bending it, putting small amounts of energy into it while doing so to keep it from snapping like it had before--almost as if he were forcing it to grow to a right angle. He felt the dizziness begin to cloud his mind a bit, but it wasn't nearly as bad as a few moments ago. Still, it was enough to cause his fingers to slip, a hiss of pain following as he cut open his thumb on one of the thorns. If he had been brought up as any less of a gentleman, there might have been a cuss or two.
Bringing the cut to his lips, he sucked on it for a moment before picking up the bent stem he'd dropped and moving to the door.
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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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But he did-he released once of her wrists, that is, the other grip having loosened considerably before it tightened again, his place over the maid having faintly faltered, though he tried his hardest to keep his ground.
The maid’s laughing was unnerving, -very- unnerving. It wasn’t about to affect his grip on her, but it certainly was putting a loud ringing tone in his ears as she only got louder and louder. He almost felt that he had no place to call himself crazy-not after seeing this...place. But then again…
Moving his other hand again he went to grab at the manically giddy woman’s momentarily freed hand. The pain in his stomach was slowly diminishing, allowing him better movement and his adrenaline along with the idea of staying alive added to it.
“How are you doing…?” he asked Kurama, a bit surprised at himself for even asking or thinking to ask to begin with.
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It was tedious work, which made Kurama all the more on edge considering the psychotic woman that Karasu was currently grappling with. It would have been frustrating to anyone else, trying to hurriedly complete a task that by nature took concentration and patience, but Kurama was used to it. This was how he'd started off his career about 300 years ago.
The redhead barely heard Karasu's question, he was so intent on his lock-picking skills. "Getting there..." he muttered back in a preoccupied tone, his gaze fixed on the lock as he heard another tumbler click into place. He couldn't afford to look away, couldn't afford to break his concentration. If he loosened the torque on the lock, he'd lose the progress he'd made so far and would have to start over.
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She was made to be the perfect woman. Sadly, despite all her beauty and obedience, all Daniella had become was the perfect monster.
Her arm was free, just for that brief moment, but it was enough. The time was enough for her to shriek in anger and disgust as the raised hand swung back, took aim, and immediately rocketed the sharp glass through the air and at the man by the shed.
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