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Muraki Kazutaka ([info]muraki) wrote in [info]eotw_redux,
@ 2008-05-31 07:18:00

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Current location:Karakura
Current mood:indescribable
Entry tags:hana, hisoka, jou, muraki, urahara, uryuu

Remember when..? {Atten: Jou & Hisoka}
Without sound the jagged tear opened black and endless against the blue sky, a second later it had healed up leaving no sign of its ever being there in the first place. However the creature it had allowed to cross through its dark maw soared the sky above the market area of the town below it, eyes watching the people moving through it idly. He wasn't looking for anyone purposely, but when he spotted a certain blond, the massive clawed wingspan dipped to tilt the body into a downward angle to take him down closer.

Affirming the identity of the young man, he briefly considered the choices and promptly decided on the next course of action to be put into effect, starting with once again lowering his flight to brush the tip of one wing down over the top of the blond's head to let him become aware that there was something there with him now. The next action would be the boy's, depending on it, he would decide what course would follow -- or rather one might say just how long the rest of his time here would be, extremely short or perhaps lasting for just a few hours longer, provided they weren't rudely interrupted in the course of their little game.



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[info]liveasourselves
2008-06-08 11:03 pm UTC (link)
Hisoka blacked in and out of consciousness, fighting to stay awake. The wrenching tear of agony up through his torso when Jou moved him helped a little. The world spun dizzily and he tried to gasp for air through his ruined diaphragm and lungs, gripping weakly at Jou's elbow. Pain made his vision swim, but he flinched as one of Jou's tears fell onto his face. He reached up shakily and touched Jou's cheek, his lips forming Jou's name as he fought to draw breath, feeling his body work furiously to put his internal organs back in order, his lungs filling again first before the healing quickly moved down his torso.

"Jou," he finally managed to wheeze as he felt his insides knitting together, the pain making him lightheaded. He cupped Jou's cheek, leaving a bloody handprint on his face, before he fisted his hand the shoulder of Jou's shirt, trying to pull himself up a little, trembling as the ruined tendons and muscle in his arms protested, his grip weak and shaky. "Gun," he said wetly, and coughed, trying not to spit blood all over Jou too much as he fought it out of his lungs. He felt for the weapon and forced his hand to close around it and lift it, trying to sit up a bit; he knew the hollow was still around somewhere, and it would be a hell of a waste to go through all of that just to have to sit and watch as it ripped Jou limb from limb. The thought sent a cold shock of clarity through his brain and his eyes narrowed, his vision steadying along with his grip as his arms healed slowly and he raised the gun, looking around for their attacker.

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[info]katsuya
2008-06-09 01:12 am UTC (link)
Jou trembled with intense relief when Hisoka moved against him and then wheezed his name. Tightening his arms around him, he buried his face against his hair for a moment, feeling the blood dry stickily on his cheek. "Ssh, you're still..." he mumbled against his hair, his voice sticking awkwardly in his throat. "Please. Please, don't die."

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