badfic_manor | 2nd illusion || Rokudo Mukuro || [video/in person]

[The feed comes on showing a full shot of Mukuro sitting on his bed, leaning forward comfortably, elbow on his knees and head in one hand, his trademark trident being held upright with his other. His mismatched eyes almost glowing in the dim light of the room. On the floor in front of him is what looks like a body all garbed in black, face down on the ground with blood pooling around his middle. Clearly he's set the camra up as such to put on a bit of a show.]

My, my, not even two days and already I seem to have made someone irate enough to have taken a stab at my life [pun]. Kufufufu, a shame he was such a weak minded fellow. Why, he tripped and fell right on his own knife.

[There's no sign of any sort of struggle... at all, even the trident is lacking any trace of blood. Though Mukuro seems unfazed, his usual smile gracing his features... though his brows are knit together in irritation.]

If anyone knows who has something so against me, I would very much like to meet them for a...chat. That will be all thank you.

[And the boy gets up, stepping over the body and picking up the device to shut it off. It gets a close up of his face, however there's something just over his shoulder. Without missing a beat Mukuro drops the device to the ground, taking his trident in both hands. He sticks it in the masked figures gut, and begins pushing him.. The two go off screen and then there's the sounds of glass breaking. In a moment Mukuro comes back on screen, picking up the device as he glances out the window, looking downward with smug satisfaction]

Oh dear, poor fellow. That looks rather painful....

[He clearly doesn't care. However, his eyebrows knit together in irritation again when his eyes look once more into his room]

I hope that doesn't stain the rug....

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Ah, of course. [As much as he doesn't trust you, you seem a touch too calculating to do something randomly, and since he doesn't have a good bead on where your motives and goals would be beyond self-interest and self-preservation, he has no reason to start a conflict or be anything but diplomatic; he always has been the first to hit his head on the wall at growling at people just for "being dangerous", nevermind that he's not about to turn hostile on a possible ally.]

[He walked over and offered his shoulder to help Mukuro walk.] There is one thing I'm curious about...

[Mukuro struggles to get to his feet, his legs weak and shaky... and he looks... slightly thinner maybe. Definitely paler. He has to lean heavily on Sagu to keep himself upright, however, though Saguru wouldn't know it he was far better off then he was just the other day.]

Oh? And what would that-

[His eyes widen in genuine surprise for a moment and he looks back down at the corpse. While he was expecting to lose his grip on the entity's mind he was at least expecting to take a few steps before hands. Was this because of his body's weakness? He blinks and the Kanji in his eye reverts to a '1', he steps off of Saguru and in a few blinks he seems to be his healthy sturdy self again, and he's not taking his eyes of the killer this time]

...be?

[The sharp change in health and appearance is odd - the way it seems to just vanish when something gives Mukuro pause and the mark in his eye changes? That's leading him to attribute some sort of pattern relating to his powers; as if he has a limited set of reserves or a limited span of what he can do and those reserves are only going one direction at a time...]

[He DOES notice the implication of the surprised pause and the increased caution after he gets his health back - whatever power had just lost hold, it was what he was using to hold it down, and all bets are off on what it's going to do.]

[He's cautiously picking up a long stick with his left hand; he briefly considers keeping a hand on his revolver, but it would be a waste of bullets and probably not actually slow the damn thing down any.

What's under that gas mask. [He's keeping as much of a cautious distance as he can and perfectly ready to dodge out of the way if it moves, and uses the stick to push the mask up...]

[And as much as he's doing a good job of outward calm, he still jumps back when the body convulses and there's movement out their direction - ]

[A flood of SQUIRRELS scrambling out of the hood, mask, and clothes, scattering every which way with a loud chorus of angry chattering to disappear into the grass, leaving the "body" a deflated pile.]

[There is going to be at least a second or two where, as wary as he is, he's just ... taking pause to blink at the utter wtfery.]

[Mukuro's eyes narrow in irritation, and him lips curl in a rare frown.]

It seems he's eluded us once again.

[As one of the squirrels run by his foot, he impales it with his trident, and flicks it irritably off to the side. His smile returns, though there's still an underlying feeling of irritation to it]

It would probably be best that we return indoors. I don't think I'm quite up to a fourth round.

I'd say that sounds like a plan. [No, no, he rather dislikes needing rescued, and would rather not prevail on your goodwill. Particularly with something where his best bet is to waste scarce ammunition to stall for time...]

[He's keeping a watch out over the fog, including glances back behind him just in case, and going to head for the door, although he is making sure Mukuro is nearby; if whatever power he's using that's keeping him healthy cuts out, he's not going to just abandon the man.]

[Mukuro follows silently, he seems calm and relaxed but he is extremely tuned in to his surroundings. His trident at the ready. Should this thing strike again he may be forced to use his illusions, and that wasn't a skill he was quite ready to unveil just yet.]

So, I believe you said your name was Saguru Hakuba?

[He glances at his cheek, looking rather bemused, but alas he must turn it into feigned sincerity. ah such an effort~ though the game wouldn't be half as fun without it..]

I'm terribly sorry, I seemed to have nicked you back there.

[He nods; he caught that, but really, this isn't the time to say anything about you being a sadistic twat that may have done that on purpose.]

[And if you did and there was a reason for it beyond just amusement, he's going to find a way to make your life miserable later.]

Ah, it's much preferable to whatever that thing had planned if I hadn't managed to get lose.

Ah, very true. Is there anywhere that you would like me to escort you? I would hate to see you perish just after being rescued.

[After all that work too. In fact the use of his powers has left him so tired, he can't help but let out a nice drawn out yawn. He's so taking a nap after this...]

Ah, excuse me.

My room is right at the end of one of the hallways... Death might be impermanent here, but that doesn't mean I'm in a big hurry to experience it. [But then you know, considering the shape YOU seem to be in if you're propping yourself up with powers on a finite energy supply? Just because he doesn't trust you doesn't mean he's up for you getting ganked in an ambush.] But however many tricks you might have, I'd say you seem more the worse for wear than me.

Kufufufu, while your concern is truly touching, this is nothing a nice nap won't cure. I will escort you to your room, then take my rest.

[And that may very well be the most honest thing you'll hear out of Mukuro's mouth... probably for a very long time. He's too tired to fabricate any lies that he feels he could maintain later... besides he's still withholding MORE THEN ENOUGH information to prevent it from being anything useful anyway]

Where is your room? I'm in 31, right by the stairs on that hallway...

[And depending on where the rooms are in relation...]

[OOC: ... :| They're on the SAME HALLWAY.]

Ah, I'm in room 10, just the other end of the hall~

[SMILES~]

Well, that makes this easier - I can stay at my door until you're at yours in case it tries to ambush you; that way, it doesn't get an opening on either of us.

[Yes, yes, you're right near his room, so is one of their main critics, another troublemaker and Shiki are one floor up, and there've been other dangerous people in his hallway. This is not going to bother him.]

[Mukuro nods]

Well then, until next time, I bid you farewell.

[He dips his head slightly in a small casual bow, before turning to walk down his end of the hall. But he pauses for a moment to glance over his shoulder with a smug grin.]

Do try to stay alive.

[The statement is said with honest sincerity.... though for all the wrong reasons....]

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