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[ Yuta's steps are swift yet quietly cautious as he advances in the direction that feels most off. As strong a deterrent as Rika's presence is to most curses, he knows better than to throw caution to the wind. He has no idea what he's up against, the brief had very few details to illuminate the matter, and asking the locals about anything unusual in the area had only led to tales of the usual myths and urban legends so far. None of it enough to warrant the flocking of curses, of the foreboding unease he's sensing now with every step he takes. Whatever it is, he's getting close.
With a tightened grip on his drawn sword and Rika's breaths in his ears, he turns another corner, ready to—
Well, Rika is more prepared. She suddenly rushes past him, giving him only a glimpse of various shadowy shapes scattering to escape her charge. Where she hones in on one shape to chase, Yuta instead finds his attention caught and held by something else entirely. To his alarm, there's a very human-shaped lump on the ground. He doesn't even hesitate for a single second to come running over, trusting Rika to keep the curses at bay while he checks on the person, assumed injured if not worse. ]
Are you okay!?
[ There's little hesitance too in dropping to his knees — a blatant disregard for any stinging incurred by the suddenness of it — and reaching out with his free hand. ]
[ There's another person's voice, one that Will doesn't recognize at all. He blinks blearily before slowly opening his eyes, gaze a little unfocused. It rests on the stranger's face before lowering to land on the sword in the other person's grasp. Just his luck, he thinks to himself, that even after managing to outrun most of those strange entities, he'd meet his demise anyways by a stranger with a blade.
Will shies away from Yuta's hand, curling himself further around the book despite the sweat gathering on his brow. This person must be here to take it from him. He won't let them, can't let them, not when it's something he must protect on his friend's behalf. ]
Stay away, I -- I'm not... I'm not handing it over --
[ A wave of powerful cursed energy radiates from the tome. It pulses like a beacon, as though it were broadcasting its location. For a moment it appears the signature goes undetected, until a shrill ear-piercing cry fills the air. The sound of wings flapping in the air draws nearer and nearer, and with it, the sensation of overwhelming energy.
Something's headed their way. Whatever it is, it's strong. ]
[ The person flinches away from his touch after glancing at his katana and Yuta doesn't force it, though it does nothing to assuage the frown of concern or keep it from deepening. There's no visible injury that he can see right away, but that doesn't mean the other teen isn't hurt. With the way the he's curled up, he can't see everything either. Yuta can only just barely make out the book that's being clutched tightly in his arms. The stranger just looks unwell and that can't be ignored. Did he get cursed or poisoned by those fleeing curses? If only he could be allowed to touch him, Yuta could suss out what's wrong and apply RTC where needed, but he doesn't want to carelessly touch him and potentially make matters worse. ]
I'm not here to hurt you.
[ He tries his best to soothe, voice schooled into something calm and even. It doesn't work though, he's being told to stay away and the second bit about "not handing it over" throws him into confusion right up until the pulse of cursed energy that sets his teeth on edge instantly. The source of what's been attracting the curses. It has to be. ]
You can't keep holding on to that, it's—
[ There's no time to explain, it seems. The shrill cry cuts him off and whatever it came from is honing in fast. Yuta wastes no time calling out Rika's name to have her abandon her chase and come darting back to stand guard against the powerful presence that's approaching. There's a battle-ready tension winding tight through his body, but he doesn't rise to his feet just yet. The alleyway is a bad spot for them to remain and for him to take a stand in, he needs to get the other boy somewhere safer if he can help it. ]
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With a tightened grip on his drawn sword and Rika's breaths in his ears, he turns another corner, ready to—
Well, Rika is more prepared. She suddenly rushes past him, giving him only a glimpse of various shadowy shapes scattering to escape her charge. Where she hones in on one shape to chase, Yuta instead finds his attention caught and held by something else entirely. To his alarm, there's a very human-shaped lump on the ground. He doesn't even hesitate for a single second to come running over, trusting Rika to keep the curses at bay while he checks on the person, assumed injured if not worse. ]
Are you okay!?
[ There's little hesitance too in dropping to his knees — a blatant disregard for any stinging incurred by the suddenness of it — and reaching out with his free hand. ]
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Will shies away from Yuta's hand, curling himself further around the book despite the sweat gathering on his brow. This person must be here to take it from him. He won't let them, can't let them, not when it's something he must protect on his friend's behalf. ]
Stay away, I -- I'm not... I'm not handing it over --
[ A wave of powerful cursed energy radiates from the tome. It pulses like a beacon, as though it were broadcasting its location. For a moment it appears the signature goes undetected, until a shrill ear-piercing cry fills the air. The sound of wings flapping in the air draws nearer and nearer, and with it, the sensation of overwhelming energy.
Something's headed their way. Whatever it is, it's strong. ]
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I'm not here to hurt you.
[ He tries his best to soothe, voice schooled into something calm and even. It doesn't work though, he's being told to stay away and the second bit about "not handing it over" throws him into confusion right up until the pulse of cursed energy that sets his teeth on edge instantly. The source of what's been attracting the curses. It has to be. ]
You can't keep holding on to that, it's—
[ There's no time to explain, it seems. The shrill cry cuts him off and whatever it came from is honing in fast. Yuta wastes no time calling out Rika's name to have her abandon her chase and come darting back to stand guard against the powerful presence that's approaching. There's a battle-ready tension winding tight through his body, but he doesn't rise to his feet just yet. The alleyway is a bad spot for them to remain and for him to take a stand in, he needs to get the other boy somewhere safer if he can help it. ]
Can you stand?