Sore and groggy, Yukimura awoke in a shabby little cell. The tell tale feeling in his stomach from the rolling waves gave away that he was in a ship. But why...He moved to stretch, but his hands were tied
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Marui let out a low groan as the jarring clang of something hitting metal resonated in his ears. He opened his eyes slowly, but there was very little light to adjust to anyways, and instead shifted his gaze towards the direction of the source of the disturbance
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"Oh good boy, you're not dead." They had met once or twice on the vessel, but Yukimura never could remember names very well. Marvin? Makoto? Close enough.
He had been on the cute side too... he reflected. The spitting corrected his former opinion.
Having to escape on his own would have been even more difficult. Attention straying from his new helpmeet, he focused on his surroundings for a plan of attack, muttering to himself through the thought process. There didn't seem to be an easy solution. "What skills do you have?" he asked the redhead after a few minute.
"Unfortunately," Marui replied, frowning warily at the other, unsure of what to make of him, let alone the situation as a whole. He carefully worked his way up onto his knees and then to his feet so that he could look around a bit better as a pretense to not answering the other's question right away
( ... )
Lively despite circumstances, Yukimura chuckled at the spirited 'genius.' "I'm very good at feigning speechlessness upon hearing plausible escape plans," he couldn't help but tease. "But I do have a selective policy on plausible, a bit of forewarning."
Though, the plan Yukimura's artistic brain began to pull together seemed more complete whenever he went over it. The only thing they were missing was information. "What do you remember about the attack, Mr....?" he asked gently.
(ooc: omg lj has been such a bitch to me all dayyyy)
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He had been on the cute side too... he reflected. The spitting corrected his former opinion.
Having to escape on his own would have been even more difficult. Attention straying from his new helpmeet, he focused on his surroundings for a plan of attack, muttering to himself through the thought process. There didn't seem to be an easy solution. "What skills do you have?" he asked the redhead after a few minute.
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Though, the plan Yukimura's artistic brain began to pull together seemed more complete whenever he went over it. The only thing they were missing was information. "What do you remember about the attack, Mr....?" he asked gently.
(ooc: omg lj has been such a bitch to me all dayyyy)
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