Nothing I Won't Give [RL with Kid and Kuronue, forward dated to the 25th]

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When he had been Yoko full time, Kurama had learned quickly that removing emotions from the equation in terms of heists and jobs was the only proper way to do things.  Put emotion into it and you got careless and made mistakes.  He'd forgotten that once, and it ended in his losing someone he cared deeply for.

He was no longer Yoko, not as often, but

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He barely spared a glance for Kid, focusing right now on finding Kuronue. Already walking along, searching for any clues for the bat's presence -- very deep down, he was afraid it had all been a dream, or still was -- he replied "Best if you do; they'll happily kill you inside of a second if you're alone."

[cioara_bata]

Big and stupid was a fair assumption - at least Kuronue flashed a secret fanged grin at the dark, at the silence, and assessed it himself to be the case when a few moments of faux raving and screaming and clawing at the walls fooled the lot of them. 'He's gone mad,' one muttered, elbowing the other, who nodded in agreement. Who would question a prisoner making sounds, laughing sobbing or yelling at nothingness, if that prisoner'd cracked

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Those two guards? Were now just rotting chunks of meat on the floor of the castle in the blink of an eye.

Kurama walked past them, gingerly avoiding getting their blood on his white shoes as he licked the Whip's thorns clean. "Of course you can, Kid-san," he drawled.

Suddenly his head popped up, eyes wide. He sniffed delicately, separating scents in his mind. One scent stood out among the rest, clear as day and bright as yesterday's memory. "Kuro..." he breathed, dashing off in the direction of the smell.

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It was a gesture that made Kuronue's smile slip, wavering at the corners and pulling tight. He leaned forward, wincing, his movements stiff and haltingly careful, and reached out with his free hand to try and touch. His fingertips could just barely graze the fox's, extended as far as they could. "Yeah," he managed, then slipped back to cover his mouth with the hand, bending a bit with another cough. His palm came away wet, and he curled his fingers around it quickly like a secret in the hopes his fox didn't catch it.

"Got some kind 'a ward on this thing, and can't get my hand t'unlock enough to get free of it yet."

He couldn't meet the kitsune halfway this time. As unfair as it was on Kurama to come all this way, he'd have to do all the work while the bat spat useless apologies for the trouble. In the distance the guards were shouting again - this far underground it echoed and sent the bat wincing, ears twitching back in reflex. "Not trapped, far as I can tell. Don't think they 'xpected you to really show, ne ...?"

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He visibly shook himself out of the daze he'd fallen into and clenched his jaw at the scent of fresh blood. He was hurt worse than he'd suspected, of course. Kuronue always did tend to minimize some of the worst things.

"They should have expected me to show," he growled. "No one gets away with this if I have anything to say about it."

With that he pulled his hand back and set another plant to picking the lock on the bars. "I trust you gave them a serious fight when they caught you?" he asked as he waited.

[cioara_bata]

"Not so much," Kuronue watched the plant, small velvet-green leaves peeking through the other side of the large lock and eating into the metal, and cracked a smile. Kurama's methods always were entertaining to watch; true, however, the scent of blood and pain were high and sharp in the air. Old injuries, new ones, deep and sore and refusing to close due to the depth of trauma. Possible infection in places; this wasn't the cleanest environment for a convalescent.

He downplayed injuries so often, evident when he spoke again, low words carried on the wings of a sigh. "Woke up in here, fox. Don't quite know what happened between there 'n here but it ain't pleasant, 's for sure."

His chin lifted, tilting towards the door to indicate the possibly-quite-dead guards just beyond. "They wanted t'know where the mirror was, so they kept me alive. Maybe hoped you'd get stupid 'n come to get me, and they'd have both of us, can't rightly say."

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He could almost hear the raspy sound of Kuronoue's breathing, knowing he had to work fast... and fearing that his plants wouldn't be enough to help him and he would have to enlist the help of one of the community doctors.

...He really did not want to explain all this to Angie.

So he focused at this point on what he could do to at least start treating these injuries. Willow bark for certain, with all the pain Kuronue had to be in.

He growled, casting a sour look at the plant. "That stupid mirror. We shouldn't have even bothered with it," he spat. "Not worth the price we've paid for it."