→ Petal XII [commentlog&voice post ]

[kyotodollmaster]

[ Sound of groaning and then an audible clinking of chains, and a gasp of horror. He's in the Freezer Room trap, and his clothes are ripped into shreds ]What is... who dares to...

... a curse?!

[ Sounds of sprays jetting out and then an audible sound of suppressed pain ]

Gh--GHAAAAA!!

Communicator... nearby!?

[ooc; Go, help. :D ]

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[wearedarkness]

[ Paying close attention to a great number of the feeds and networking surrounding the events of the day, Tsuzuki is of course doing what he tries to do above all else; help as many people as he can and this is certainly no exception ]

M-Miibu-san...?!

[kyotodollmaster]

[ Amidst his own pain, he looks up in surprise, eyes widening ]

Wh--Who---gHNNnn!!!

[wearedarkness]

[ Winces at the noises of pain; he's heard so many similar to it already through out the course of the day ]

Miibu-san, it's Tsuzuki! Can you tell where you are?

[kyotodollmaster]

[ Oh, that name. That name is enough to make him stubbornly not reply, but he doesn't want to -die- here. ]

Ghh... COLD...

[wearedarkness]

[ He makes a slight growling noise in his throat, mostly from a frustrated kind of concern ]

Answer me; where are you?! You could die if you don't! Please!

[kyotodollmaster]

[ The jets are getting louder, and he gasps aloud. Never before has he ever faced something like this, and while he can tolerate it, it feels like he's being stabbed on a cutting board ]

Track...er... A--AAARGH!!

[wearedarkness]

[ He doesn't have to be told twice it seems, even through a voice cracked with agony. Tsuzuki wastes very little time putting that tracker to good use, finding where Oriya's signal is coming from before getting himself to the location as swiftly as possible. And for a Shinigami that is not a very large amount of time at all.

It doesn't take him long then to force himself into the place, his eyes narrowing at what he's faced with as he moves over quickly. Withdrawing a talisman from inside his coat, Tsuzuki creates a barrier using o-fuda magic, accessing the situation and how to go about bringing down this trap without causing too much damage to the surrounding area or leave Oriya exposed to the ice jets beating against the shield once again ]

...'ch! Damn this curse!

[kyotodollmaster]

[ He's losing hope, even though he's tried to writhe free. The chains are unrelenting and the jets are getting faster... he can certainly feel the blood chilling in his body... ]

Nnh... damnit... this isn't...

[ Consciousness is becoming fleeting and for the briefest moment, he swears he can see... ]

Mur... aki...

[ Muraki... was he dying... for real? Hallucinations growing stronger, he can barely see the shinigami or his efforts to aid him ]

... cold...

[wearedarkness]

[ Gritting his teeth with a stubborn, almost blind determination, Tsuzuki moves himself closer to Oriya, extending his arm with the talisman to expel a wave of magic energy around the area, using the pressure of it to shatter the jets surrounding them, keeping the barrier in tact however to protect against the fray ]

Damn it!

[ Next is the process of tearing apart those chains, which is easier for him than it would be for most with further use of fuda magic, preparing himself to support Oriya's weight against him ]

Miibu-san! Can you still hear me? Miibu-san!!

[kyotodollmaster]

[ the sounds are not missed by him, and he tries to focus, managing to for a bit and his eyes widening briefly.

No, not Muraki... then... ]

... You..

[ Despite his condition, he's able to feel enough anger towards this situation to hiss the word heatedly, and before he knows it, he can feel the binds above him snap free, and gravity doing the rest of it's work, allowing him to fall. But still stubborn enough, with every last bit of energy he has, shivering with the chill of death that he has now, he snarls ]

Don't touch me!!

[wearedarkness]

[ Tsuzuki doesn't mind taking the blunt of that anger, it didn't seem like Oriya had the physical strength to do much aside hiss at him for the time being anyway. If he wanted to lash out at Tsuzuki at a later date when he was recovered then the Shinigami was already sure he'd endure that also.

Sighing, he moves to remove his trench coat, draping it about Oriya's shoulders. Tsuzuki has a feeling the gesture wouldn't be looked on too kindly, but he's not going to just leave the man in that state ]

I'm sorry... But I don't think I can just leave you here like this, Miibu-san. I'm going to take you back to the Koukakurou for now.

I promise you can do your worst later, but for now please save your energy.

[kyotodollmaster]

[ The warmth of the coat is not unwelcome, but he hates everything about it, he hates that he's huddling under it as though for dear life, and he hates that it's this SHINIGAMI giving him that comfort... ]

Ghhn...

[ His teeth are clattering and he has to curl inwards to feel more of the warmth, then he just closes his eyes.

His actions are clear. He'd rather have died than be saved by this Shinigami. ]