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Yuri sighs as he trudges down the corridor. He's been feeling grouchy the last few days, his temper shortening and his hunger growing. In other words, he feels just like he does every month. Even though he's just had dinner, he finds himself thinking longingly of breakfast.
He also finds himself thinking of Daine as he checks each of the doors he passes, making sure for the fourth or fifth time that they've been put back together right. He made her promise not to come visit him -- or at least, he told her she had as good as promised and that he'd hold her to it, even if she said no such thing herself. She should never have come to see him the first time, and he won't have her on his conscience because she came again and got hurt or turned. Caught up in his thoughts, he isn't careful enough with the second door, and burns himself on a spoon. Without making a conscious decision to do it, he lashes out, hitting the door so it swings and rebounds off the wall, rattling the silverware. Sheepishly, he sticks his fingertip in his mouth and hurries on -- he has time yet before the transformation, but it's getting harder to keep his head.
He's several steps into the room with the cage before it registers that he's not alone. Freezing in the middle of the room, he lets out a huff that's halfway between annoyance and despair.
"Get out."
He also finds himself thinking of Daine as he checks each of the doors he passes, making sure for the fourth or fifth time that they've been put back together right. He made her promise not to come visit him -- or at least, he told her she had as good as promised and that he'd hold her to it, even if she said no such thing herself. She should never have come to see him the first time, and he won't have her on his conscience because she came again and got hurt or turned. Caught up in his thoughts, he isn't careful enough with the second door, and burns himself on a spoon. Without making a conscious decision to do it, he lashes out, hitting the door so it swings and rebounds off the wall, rattling the silverware. Sheepishly, he sticks his fingertip in his mouth and hurries on -- he has time yet before the transformation, but it's getting harder to keep his head.
He's several steps into the room with the cage before it registers that he's not alone. Freezing in the middle of the room, he lets out a huff that's halfway between annoyance and despair.
"Get out."
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But she has to try and stop him once more, even if it's probably hopeless. She winces as he hauls himself into the corridor, clearly the worse for having encountered all that silver. On impulse, she tugs the badger claw free of her clothes, letting it rest where he can see it.
Yuri, you're not a wild animal. Think about what you're doing! How are you going to feel tomorrow if you hurt anyone tonight? She clenches her fists, waiting for his response, and ready to shift if he charges her.
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She blames herself, too. She leans against him and waits to run.
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He wants to be ready to go for Kuiv as soon as he can.
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After another check to see if he's closing on her, Daine adjusts her speed, not wanting to pull so far ahead of him that he loses focus. She hadn't realized how much the silver would slow him down, and begins to think a less speedy shape might have been a better idea. Well, she won't be able to get too far in this shape once they're outside; she'll have to switch to something with better night vision.
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With shaking hands, he cracks open the door and swiftly glances around. The hall is clear and, after a brief shared glance with Almondine, they both take off down the hall as fast as they can go.
He has no idea where Kuiv might be, but his best option is to get to where people are, and fast. The sooner he finds people, the sooner he can start asking where Kuiv is.
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Keep up! she calls, praying that any folk who hear them coming will have the sense to hide.
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Yuri puts on a burst of speed, panting hard and ignoring the pain in a burned front paw. He can see himself starting to close the gap between them, but it's so hard to keep up this speed.
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They're getting into the more populated parts of the base, now. Perhaps it's due to the late hour, but no one seems to be out in the halls, to her great relief. She checks Yuri's position again, wondering how they're going to get through the door. Is it even manned at this hour?
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Her relief at finally seeing the door is short-lived. It is manned, by a rebel she hasn't met, yet. Putting on a burst of speed, she lets out a warning screech. She doesn't much care if the two-legger opens the door or not, but they'd best get themselves away before Yuri spies them.
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All thought of the bird being a problem vanishes when the sounds of thudding she's been hearing and worrying a bit over for the past few minutes resolve themselves into the sounds of footsteps, accompanied by huffs and growls, and a shaggy brown bulk rounds the corner. Letting out a cry of fear, the rebel instinctively bolts down another branch of the corridor.
It would be difficult for a bear to miss that scream and the sudden movement. Yuri lifts his head and lets out a roar, speeding up and veering after the woman as she runs for the nearest internal door.
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Daine waits until the last moment to veer up and over. Hey! she cries, accompanying the mental shout with a piercing scream as she passes over his head, almost close enough to clip his ear with one of her wings.
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He doesn't see the feathered menace until she's literally on top of him. Grunting in surprise, he first ducks his head to protect his eyes from attack, then thinks better of it and tries to turn, leap, and swipe the air at the same time. He's much too late to hit her, reflexes not so spectacular as to allow his attempt to actually work, and he overbalances and tumbles to the floor. Rolling, he's quickly back on his feet, but by now the human is disappearing through a doorway. As Yuri dithers over which to attack, the rebel slams shut the door of the room into which she fled.
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Letting out another sharp cry, Daine zips back up the corridor, giving Yuri as wide a berth she can as she passes him. Hurry up! she says, making a beeline for the door.
This next part is going to be tricky. She can't count on the subway station being as deserted as the base, which means she's going to have to let Yuri get very close to her; otherwise, he's sure to go for easier prey. She glances back to make sure she's not in immediate danger of being overtaken, then shifts into the shape of a barn owl. She's harder to miss, now, and nowhere near as fast as she was before, but she should still be able to stay ahead of him, and her night vision is vastly improved.
Come get me, slowpoke!
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This time, he's a little more prepared, and his swipe comes dangerously close to hitting her. Again, though, she's too fast, too unpredictable, and he's left slamming his paw down on the empty floor.
Just try that again! he snarls, bounding after her. His ears perk forward in surprise as she suddenly gets bigger -- and, to his delight, slower.
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Two of the humans are near the top of the staircase, and they hurry out the exit, not particularly wanting to deal with a frantic barn owl. The third heads down to the station, throwing bewildered glances over his shoulder.
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He also feels a surge of excitement as he realizes there are several humans running about. He's distracted for a moment by the one heading deeper into the station, particularly because he starts moving a good deal faster when he sees that the crazed owl isn't alone. The pull of the outdoors is too strong, though -- much as Yuri would delight in chasing the man down and giving him something to scream about, he turns his head instead toward the stairs, claws scraping on the hard floor as he climbs awkwardly upward, feet too big to fit comfortably on each step.
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