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[You feel a tug, insistent, demanding and desperate. Powerful enough that it seems it intends to rip you out of existence itself. And there is sensation of a barely restrained exasperated breath echoing in your ears you're taking too long, idiot...

Then it suddenly stops, the halted motion launching you face-first into a giving surface.]

[OOC: Please join #vampireheart. All healing abilities off. Combat abilities and items on.]

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From:

hunting

[It's a picture of Yuuki wearing a determined expression as she talks to Zero outside the academy. You get... WAIT FOR IT... A memory!]

From:

blackjacked

[. . . aaaaaaaah]

Thorn. . .

[onto the table that memory goes. .-. ALL PICTURES ARE NOW ON THE TABLE]

[heads towards the closet next]

From:

hunting

[You open the closet and see a white uniform hung in the back. It looks just like what Yuuki was wearing in the memory of her encouraging Zero. The bottom looks torn. On a shelf above is a wooden box.]

From:

blackjacked

[frowns, reaching out to touch the torn part of the uniform]

From:

hunting

[It looks like someone's been trying to fix the uniform, as there is some faint white stitching. Beneath the uniform rest a needle and spool of thread, as well as another picture. A thin vine of thorns wraps around the uniform's waist.

You feel an overwhelming sense of love and conflict when you touch the uniform.]

From:

blackjacked

[reaches for the spool of thread next. does it look like the thread he tore from the door?]

From:

hunting

[No, the threads on the door were colorless. This is white. Touching the spool gives a sense of hesitant... determination?]

From:

blackjacked

[. . . grins a bit, then picks up the needle and thread. TIME TO STITCH UP THIS TORN UNIFORMS :|b]

From:

hunting

[How skilled are you, Kit?]

From:

blackjacked

[decently skilled! he was taught by Rabbit and he can sew pockets and fix tears in clothing, though he's still not an expert at it]

From:

hunting

[Fair enough! I'm guessing you do a fair job.]

From:

blackjacked

[it's probably far from perfect, but HE TRIED. when he's done he puts the thread and needle back where he found it]

From:

hunting

[Well, it looks better than it did a moment ago anyway.]

From:

blackjacked

[reaching for the box in the closet next :|a]

From:

hunting

[The box is wrapped tightly in intertwining red threads, one more frayed than the other but only slightly and in fact looks brighter as it moves away from the ends.]

From:

blackjacked

[tilts his head, then searches the box for a lid to open it]

From:

hunting

[It looks like the box can be opened, but not without removing the red threads.]

From:

blackjacked

[starts unraveling the threads, then]

From:

hunting

[There is some resistance. No, you promised!]

From:

blackjacked

[. . . hesitates]

Don't worry. I'll put them back when I'm done.

[continues unraveling]

From:

hunting

[The instant you open the box, you are nearly knocked over with a vicious rush of self-hatred and self-disappointment. When you recover, you'll find a small gun and a bullet inside the box.]

From:

blackjacked

[GOD YOU THINK AT THIS POINT I WOULD LEARN NOT TO OPEN LOCKED BOXES]

[snaps the box shut immediately with a hiss, and rewraps it with the thread '-']