Theft Thirty-One

[demonfoxthief]

[Almost to himself.] Tch. I've seen worse places.

And I don't think that it's so b -

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...

[All the color has drained out of Youko's face. His eyes are wide, and he stops in his tracks.]

N... no. You can't be... you can't be here.

[He recovers, and snarls, dashing after something only he can see.]

I'll kill you, you bastard!

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Comments

[vi952]

Hallucinating as well, Youko? [Isn't looking for a fight, for once. Is already beat up enough, his stabbed arm in a sling and quite a few parts of him bandaged up with Nataku's ribbon.]

[demonfoxthief]

[He's positively frantic now, not even noticing that he's on the second level, or that Wei isn't really there.] Don't get in my way! He needs to die!

[vi952]

You can't kill what is already dead - or nonexistent.

[demonfoxthief]

[Youko isn't listening, he's sprinting ahead, lashing with his whip. It never quite reaches whatever he's chasing, and he skids, slamming into a half-destroyed building. His eyes go wide, and he coughs, his lips bloodied. He shifts slightly, and groans. He's got a foot and a half spike of rebar sticking out of him.]

Wh... what?

[rasenjou]

Y-Youko?! What're you doing, what's wrong?!

[discardedwish]

Uncle...