To be honest, Kuronue was a little confused when he'd initially done a scan for Kurama's energy and come up with it in what his mind-map of the grounds said he was in the lake. So, the weather had been getting warmer. Well, not really. English summers apparently meant more rain than snow. Still, it didn't really explain why Kurama would be swimming.
When he finally got out of the castle, and discovered why he didn't like wearing yukata while flying once again, he found that he was on the lake, rather than in it. A boat. Huh.
Visiting Kurama in that boat without capsizing it was a little difficult. Still, he managed to land and steady the boat, look up at his other lover and smile. "Hey," he said, smoothing out his black yukata and sitting.
Kurama slithered up from under the boat's excuse for seats and sat with his back to the remaining one, smiling up at Kuronue. He knew about the session with Kusuriyuri, and that there would be others. Difficult, but at least something was being done (considering that, unlike Kurama, Kuronue was the type to actually work on trying to heal.) He could take happiness in that fact.
"You're getting better at flying, since you've come here," he said, after looking at Kuronue for some time. "Or maybe it's just that I see you do it more."
Truthfully, he didn't have to worry about Kurama or some other demon yanking him out of the sky, hence why he flew a little more than he'd used to. He'd also had the time to learn to use the wind currents properly. Makai wind was a bitch.
Kuronue smiled wider. "I don't have anything else to do, really," he said. He crossed his legs and folded his wings up against his back. "Did Kusuriyuri tell you...about what we're doing?"
"He mentioned you'd be having extended sessions, but nothing else," Kurama sighed, looking out over the water. "I promise not to pry or try to find anything to tease you about."
Walking along the water like it was no different to the ground, Sephiroth approached Kurama slowly.
Having spent the night before with Cloud, he wasn't wearing his own clothes, and so the white beater clung to his sides a little too much in the heat of the sun. He tried not to pick at it.
He nudged Kurama's boat with the toe of his boot when he reached it, sending it spinning, and proceeded to look unamused. "You have something of mine, fox," he groused.
"The world of comedy lost its greatest star in you, Sephiroth," Kurama said blandly, an arm over his eyes. "Which is to say in polite terms that I don't have shit of yours."
Sephiroth had never had a sense of humour, least not one that he aired willingly, and so he tilted his head in lieu of a witty retort and completely ignored everything Kurama said.
"Your star ball. I still have one wish," he said, looking unimpressed.
Kurama lifted his arm, and looked up at Sephiroth. "Do I look like a Djinni to you? The contract was over as soon as you gave me my tama back." And he could have all the good luck he wanted trying to get it by force. He laid his head back down on the boat. "Besides, I was sick of running around looking after your mentally challenged boyfriend. Do you sleep with anyone sane or do you just have a kink for the atrociously stupid?"
One of the things the Master had learned about magic was that it didn't play nice with advanced technology, not without a little tinkering.
He'd been doing a lot of tinkering lately.
He had a new toy, an electrostatic manipulator he hadn't bothered to name yet. It had a cold iron housing adorned with a small rowan cross bound in red thread and looked a little like a wand if you weren't looking too closely.
It made a bit of a hum as it worked and`that might be something he could improve on, but it worked, and after toying with the settings he was able to project a static field that would let him hover over the lake's surface. After a bit of experimentation, he was skimming across the surface with a hand-held answer to the jetski and he basked in this reaffirmation of his innate cleverness.
Normally, someone floating idly on a little boat would be something to aim at, but he was making at least a token effort to stay out of trouble, so he zipped around it in a tight circle instead.
Kurama heard the buzz of... something. Definitely not insect or animal, so the next supposition would be Student. He sat up, rubbed his face, and watched the Master skim circles around him.
"Aha, the Hooligan," he said dryly, stretching. "A common beast, though rarer than its cousin the Ruffian, who doesn't put quite so much time into building devices that are meant to be annoying."
"There's a new one," the Master said, tilting his hold on the manipulator so he hovered in place, leaving a vibrating dip in the water under his feet. "Don't think I've been called a hooligan before. Isn't that something of a sports thing?"
"Originally, yes. But when Burberry hats went out of style they needed to find a new definition," Kurama peered over the edge of the boat. Interesting physics that thing had, but who cared about physics in the magic wonderland of Hogwarts? "Now it generally means 'rowdy and destructive individual.'"
He'd heard the noises of some large thing drinking water, but hadn't quite expected what he saw when he looked up and over the edge of the boat.
Though, the bit with the mermaid had startled a little laugh out of him. "You'd think they'd learn to stay in deeper water," he said, watching Dialga with interest. He'd only seen the dragon from afar, roaming the castle, but it (he?) didn't seem a bad sort.
Kurama patted the side of the not-so-sturdy boat. "With this contraption. It leaks a little, and I think something crawled under it and died not too long ago, but it's better than nothing." And there was no way in hell he'd ever go out in water he couldn't wade in without a floating device.
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When he finally got out of the castle, and discovered why he didn't like wearing yukata while flying once again, he found that he was on the lake, rather than in it. A boat. Huh.
Visiting Kurama in that boat without capsizing it was a little difficult. Still, he managed to land and steady the boat, look up at his other lover and smile. "Hey," he said, smoothing out his black yukata and sitting.
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"You're getting better at flying, since you've come here," he said, after looking at Kuronue for some time. "Or maybe it's just that I see you do it more."
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Kuronue smiled wider. "I don't have anything else to do, really," he said. He crossed his legs and folded his wings up against his back. "Did Kusuriyuri tell you...about what we're doing?"
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Having spent the night before with Cloud, he wasn't wearing his own clothes, and so the white beater clung to his sides a little too much in the heat of the sun. He tried not to pick at it.
He nudged Kurama's boat with the toe of his boot when he reached it, sending it spinning, and proceeded to look unamused. "You have something of mine, fox," he groused.
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"Your star ball. I still have one wish," he said, looking unimpressed.
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He'd been doing a lot of tinkering lately.
He had a new toy, an electrostatic manipulator he hadn't bothered to name yet. It had a cold iron housing adorned with a small rowan cross bound in red thread and looked a little like a wand if you weren't looking too closely.
It made a bit of a hum as it worked and`that might be something he could improve on, but it worked, and after toying with the settings he was able to project a static field that would let him hover over the lake's surface. After a bit of experimentation, he was skimming across the surface with a hand-held answer to the jetski and he basked in this reaffirmation of his innate cleverness.
Normally, someone floating idly on a little boat would be something to aim at, but he was making at least a token effort to stay out of trouble, so he zipped around it in a tight circle instead.
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"Aha, the Hooligan," he said dryly, stretching. "A common beast, though rarer than its cousin the Ruffian, who doesn't put quite so much time into building devices that are meant to be annoying."
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The mermaid hissed and bopped him on the nose, causing him to drop her and she swam away.
"OW."
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Though, the bit with the mermaid had startled a little laugh out of him. "You'd think they'd learn to stay in deeper water," he said, watching Dialga with interest. He'd only seen the dragon from afar, roaming the castle, but it (he?) didn't seem a bad sort.
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