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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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Come on! she says with a screech as she buzzes past the bear and into the street, towards the park. The crows follow from above, ready to resume buzzing Yuri if he gets too close to Daine.
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Then one, a light-colored bird -- the bird from before! -- swoops low and stays low. Yuri huffs in disbelief, expecting another attack from behind -- but since she obliges him by staying near the ground, he lumbers after her, casting glances up toward the sky before he decides they're done hitting him and concentrates on his target instead.
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Not that the park is necessarily empty. She calls out to her nocturnal friends: Are there two-leggers in the park? Where are they? If she knows where they are, she can steer Yuri away from them.
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Unfortunately, Central Park is never entirely empty of people. Fortunately, it's not exactly a nighttime mecca, either.
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Keeping Yuri off the paths seems like a safe bet, so once they're in the park, she glides into the trees, slowing a little to encourage him to follow her. If you want them, come get them!
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She hadn't expected him to tire so quickly, which she supposes is a good thing, but she still can't help worrying about what's going to happen, next. If Edgar finds Kuiv quickly, back-up might be on the way, but she has no way of communicating with them or letting them know where they are (though Yuri's puffing and bellowing are hard to miss). More worrying is the thought that they might be found by someone else: the local authorities, or even Romac. She's not sure if she should be luring him toward one of the open meadows where he'll be easier to spot, or keep him in the underbrush.
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Injured paw held lifted whenever he's still, he stumbles closer again in indecision. Hate animals, he informs her. You should be slower.
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Now that he's marginally calmer, she decides to try and coax more of Yuri out of the bear, if it can even be done. I'm not really an animal, though. Daine, remember? She considers reshaping her head back to human, but if he doesn't know her voice, he likely won't know her face, either. Besides, it would take magic she's unwilling to spare, given how long she might have to be out here. You found me here when I first arrived. We're friends, Yuri.
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You brought that boy down there! he suddenly exclaims angrily, teeth bared as he surges several paces forward.
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As long as he's more or less stationary, she sends out another general inquiry into the park. There aren't any two-leggers in the immediate area, and none have emerged from the base. The crows have returned to their roosts, though she doubts they'll actually allow themselves to sleep until this mess is resolved. The owls are ready to help if she needs them, but she tells them to hold off for now.
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This isn't fair! he objects, giving her a dirty look. He turns and sniffs the air, tilting his head to eyeball the moon. I'm going, he decides, finally lucid enough not to be completely obsessed with the thought of catching Daine -- but not so clearheaded as to remember that he really should be lying low right now.
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pmsingfeeling the hints of the change in the last few days, Yuri laughs. It's mainly recognizable as a mental laugh; the huffing sound he makes doesn't sound all that different from when he was trying to catch his breath. Enjoying himself, he scores deep scars down the tree before thumping back to four feet -- and then three as he's reminded of his hurt paw.no subject
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