Forty Seventh Shot

[sin_nom]

Rufus. I'm bored. Can I go home yet?

I'm decidedly bad at this domestic assistant business.

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[sexforbreakfast]

 

[sin_nom]

. . . shit.

Hi there, Dark.

[sexforbreakfast]

You know where he is?

[sin_nom]

. . . What do you mean where he is, isn't he at home with you . . .

What happened to Rufus?

[sexforbreakfast]

...Dammit.

Krad took him.

[sin_nom]

That idiot! How did that bastard even get to him?

[sexforbreakfast]

Pretty easily, actually. He must've worldhopped right into his office; I found feathers there.

[sin_nom]

And you don't have any idea where Krad is?

[sexforbreakfast]

Finding him isn't going to help me find Rufus. Lady, I have to find him now.

[sin_nom]

. . . Is there something you aren't telling me that makes this a hundred times more urgent? If I were going to kidnap someone, they'd probably be in the same place I was.

[sexforbreakfast]

Because he's going to die if I don't find him within the next few days!

[sin_nom]

Duh.

I watch prime time TV, Dark, we've got some 48 hours before our chances of finding him are slim to none.

So, how long has it been?

[sexforbreakfast]

I don't need that kind of talk right now, Lady.

Two days. The longest any human has lived in an artwork was a week, but I don't think he could last more than five.

[sin_nom]

He's in a piece of . . . art?

Alright, Dante's offering to come help, too, up to you whether we can actually use him or not.

Isn't there just one place where Krad could keep his art? I mean, a gallery or something?

[sexforbreakfast]

I'm sure you've heard of stranger things before.

He could've put it anywhere, but so long as it's active, I'll be able to feel it if I'm close enough. I'm pretty sure it's in Japan.

[sin_nom]

Good point.

Want us to come with? We can distract Krad while you get Rufus out.