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[serpente]

[ Just one simple phrase scrawled on the pages from him. The writing is unsteady, messy, and written as if the person had been blindfolded or otherwise unable to see the page. ]

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[silver_lucifer]

[At least his handwriting is much neater.]

Where are you?

[serpente]

[ His response is a crude map of the layout of the dorm rooms. Again, it's drawn in the same bad way you'd expect someone unable to see the page would manage. The boxes aren't straight, the 'walls' overlap, and really, it just looks like a child's drawing of irregular squares. But if Kuja squints then he may make out two rectangles attached beneath something that looks like a grate (i.e. stairs). The bottommost one has an 'x' through it. ]

[silver_lucifer]

I will be there soon.

[serpente]

[ When Kuja gets to the marked dormitory, he'll see that there's only one person inside and that they're stretched out on the bed. No burns to speak of, one would think. Not even when one approaches close enough to see Mukuro properly in the dim light (a pair of glinting eyes watches from beneath the bed). Illusion covers the terrible sight of his burns for now.

There is at least a hint that something is wrong when Mukuro makes only the barest movement to turn his head towards Kuja. His voice is raspy too. ]

Who...?

[silver_lucifer]

Kuja. The healer. [He's tilted his head, crest ticking slightly; Mukuro is the only person there...]

Should I be looking for someone else? Or is there a glamour at work?

[serpente]

[ He sighed. The illusion peeled off to reveal the burns Mukuro had been hiding. Kuja would have to move a bit closer to see them in the dim room but the clear line between singed/burned off hair is at least obvious. ]

Come in.

[silver_lucifer]

[And that explains everything, including how horrid the handwriting had been.]

I see why you sent for help. [He lets the door close behind him, crossing the distance quickly; a small orb of light appears, circling over his head. Severe, to be sure, but considering some of what he'd healed himself from before...] But I think that I can handle it.

[serpente]

[ Speaking is difficult. So is nodding. The words he forces out are slow and a little muffled. ]

I hope so. The alternative is adding another death to my tally. [ There's some measure of wariness as he watches Kuja. ] What do you require in exchange for doing this?