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For once she hesitated a bit before actually going for it.

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" i'm a dangerous girl and right now i'm losing my patience. "

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"Whatever you're comfortable with. Help me track him down, or help me dispose of him, too." The woman had made quite a name for herself, not only as an archaeologist but also as a bona fide action heroine. Yet, breaking into the homes of the long-dead is entirely different from being the one who laid them to rest in the first place, and Kurtis doesn't know how Lara feels about being the judge, jury, and executioner. Hell, he doesn't even know if she's killed anyone before.

Granted, it can't be overlooked that she seemingly took down Eckhardt, Karel, and the Sleeper single-handedly, but he wasn't there and couldn't vouch for what happened or how she felt about it now— something else they haven't talked about yet.

" 'Course it goes without saying that you don't have to do anything, but on that note, I'm sure you know that you're already in so deep that it's not like any further involvement now risks siccing Gunderson and his goon squad on you since you're undoubtedly still on their radar. At this point, it's just a matter of who strikes who first. And, seeing as we're outnumbered two to a million, I'd wager our odds are best if we stick together here."

Would he place their chances at zero if they were to split up? Absolutely not. But they had made one hell of a team before. No denying that, either.

And to offer a little extra time for Lara to weigh her options, Kurtis asks a question that's been on his mind, anyway: "How much do you know about him and the Agency?" He's willing to bet it's a fair bit, considering how much she already knew about the Lux Veritatis by the time they met.

Her smile got slightly wider at that first answer. Confident, are we? Good. Then surely he won't need any hint to find that.

Of course, that would mean that he'll have to look up and down her whole mansion to find the right buttons and switches for that, but, who knows. Maybe that could've been a good excuse to test how secure that room actually was. She's been thinking about changing a few steps lately, anyway. It was getting a little too repetitive for her own tastes.

That's thoughts for later. Maybe while they track down their villain of the week. The familiar name makes the smile fade, and an eyebrow rise. Right. She almost forgot about that guy. He was nowhere to be seen once she was done with that whole ordeal, so for once she hoped she was spared a lunatic, for a change.

Of course, that would require them having half a working brain, and big buff men in charge of crumbling cults rarely do.

What a shame.

"Help tracking him down?" straight to business "Or simply to pay him a visit, too?"

There's a hint of... something, in her voice. Excitement? No, that's not it. It's still a little tense. Kurits' presence is a surprisingly welcome one, and so is the idea of taking down the last member of the Cabal, and yet there's something, in the back of her head, begging her to take her time, that it's better to just pretend things went as well as they could have gone.

She's never been good at listening to that little voice.

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Walks by, leaving what looks like a giant, sharp tooth near him. It's still bloody.

"Souvenir"

And like that she's just going to have a shower. No explaination.

Kurtis hears the distinct sound of the raider's boots against the concrete of the expansive garage floor first. However, it's only after the subsequent (and decidedly less familiar) sound of the heavy enamel being put down nearby that he pushes himself out from underneath the vehicle to see what's happening.

Propped up against his elbows, the demon hunter merely stares at the bloody mass for a moment, although it doesn't take long for his brain to discern what exactly he's looking at— or what he's pretty sure he's looking at, anyway. After all, a velociraptor's head sitting on one's lap isn't an experience easily forgotten. Even still, Lara can hear him quietly questioning to himself, "Is this supposed to be another dinosaur part?"

And then, called out after her: "Because you know it's all still just papier-mâché until you finally bring me with you at least once, right?"

A feigned sigh, and then it's back to staring at the second unanticipated gift beside him. The woman handed out presents the way a large feral cat would

And he can't help but smirk at the thought.

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"Guess we'll find out in a minute." The moment the light illuminates the confines of the floorboard, Kurtis picks up right where he'd left off, using the different colors of the bundled cables to determine which of the three they needed. From there, a couple of the individual wires are narrowed down even further, again using the colors of the insulation wrapped around them.

Even with his experience (sometimes legal, sometimes illicit), there's a distinct possibility that he's doing this all wrong. Without time or opportunity to consult the owner's manual, there's no definitive way of knowing whether or not the coloring means what he thinks (and hopes) it means— and there's little to no room for mistakes with something like this. A car fire would undoubtedly be a distraction, just not the kind they need right now.

From behind her cover, Thompson watches impatiently as Richard attempts to fit his luggage into the Mitsubishi's trunk, the man rearranging this and that before trying it another way while occasionally leaning to the side to comfort Charlie. He knows Charlie is a big dog and needs all the backseat he can get.

Thompson would mime banging her head against the car in front of her if she wasn't afraid of setting off a possible alarm.

During all this, small, thankfully inconspicuous lights along the Chevrolet's dashboard come to life, supplying a backlight for the radio and various gauges. Unfortunately, at the same time, the radio itself also comes on, the volume cranked and blaring some song. It's not what he would have expected from a car like this, but all right. Kurtis is working double-time now and doesn't bother fumbling for the off button because the ignition has started simultaneously.

Startled by all the sudden noise, Richard had paused, hand on the trunk he'd been about to close, staring at the old Chevrolet. Thompson had done much the same, only she wasn't about to stay idle for long. Raising her gun, she all but breaks out into a sprint, trying to make leaving her cover look as natural as possible (and not as suspicious as it really was).

"Police— stop!"

There are only a couple more steps now (finally) and one last thing to address before that. There's no use in being quiet now, so Kurtis asks over the music, "You're good to drive, yeah?" After all, his new mystery friend has ended up in the driver's seat.

The shrill barks sent Merris further toward the floor; somehow, in her fear-laden imagination, she envisioned that Thompson somehow managed to find a dog to help track them down. However, as time passed and the situation became more apparent, it was a ridiculous summation.

The voice, in actuality, belonged to Richard, an older gentleman in apartment 7C and his dog Charlie. They only spoke once or twice at the community mailbox, but a pleasant man. Charlie was always a good boy and even made her consider owning one someday. A better time and place, maybe.

With the extinguished beam in response to their arrival, Merris realized just how afraid she was for their safety suddenly. What was stopping Thompson from going after them instead? What separated them from anyone else anyway? Her mind was racing and it was sending her stomach in knots. She wanted them to leave, drive somewhere before Thompson were to even formulate such a thought.

The sound of the car's security system being disarmed, followed shortly with the device being thrust into her hand startled the female, a brief expression of disorientation and confusion before her thoughts could focus on what the other was requesting. Light.. light! The timely intrusion would only last so long, and along with it their opportunity to escape before the Officer was on top of them.

Fighting her pronounced trembling, Merris moved from where she was currently hiding and angled herself just low enough to give the man what he required.

"Speakin' luck.. migh' jus' b'changin', pr'vidin' th'damn thin' ev'n start..!"

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if you were a deity, what would you be the god of?

The Revenant

At some point in recent years, you suffered what felt to you like a 'death', whether creative, social, emotional, spiritual or even literal, and you've been reborn. This reincarnation didn't come easy, and you're not entirely the person you were, but you sloughed yourself out of your figurative grave with the kind of vigour only a phoenix could have. When you sleep, you dream strange and vivid dreams, and your gaze now holds a certain intensity. When something takes your attention, it doesn't let go. Your kindness is endless, as is your love for vast things like the sea, the sky and the stars. You have a certain unshakable fixation with religion or higher powers, and the prospect of death doesn't scare you. In fact, you feel less fear than you should, and you've never felt more alive than you do now. As a deity, you're the god of life and death, of moving on, of growth and of courage.

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"Hofnarr." The name escapes before he can catch it, the reality of the situation hitting the demon hunter in the face with all the tenderness of a brick. The mention of separation is more than enough for Kurtis to piece a lot of the puzzle together, although even at that, there's still at least one more empty space that requires a little filling in.

"What happened to you?" A rather insensitive question to ask, most likely, given the altered form currently standing before him, but it's also the most obvious one, carrying with it an earnest concern. "I looked everywhere for you— thought maybe you'd kicked the bucket, too."

Of course, the fact that he'd almost hoped that the other had kicked the bucket goes unmentioned. Those chucklefucks (as he so aptly put it) weren't always known for granting merciful deaths; to say something similar to this very scenario hadn't crossed Kurtis' mind before would be lying. To say that he isn't now wondering if he had inadvertently left the man to this fate would also be a lie.

"HUH." Genuinely surprised, the zed gives a tilt of his head, unintentionally mirroring the other, and flicks his tongue across his bile-stained teeth. He's not mad at him, is he? Because that sounded sort of accusatory—enough for defensiveness to bristle through Tricky like a dull ache. It's not like he is trying to beat him at his own game; up until now, he didn't even realize that Kurtis was still out there, scheming and fighting like always, but the human, of course, doesn't know that.

"HOW THE HECK WAS I SUPPOSED TO KNOW? I THOUGHT YOU CROAKED AFTER THOSE CHUCKLEFUCKS SOMEHOW MANAGED TO SEPARATE US."

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"Um, no, no allergies. None that I'm aware of, anyway." The response comes delayed, Kurtis closing his eyes and shaking his head as if to momentarily disperse the thoughts already swirling around in his still-hazy brain. "Can hazard a guess as to what the things were, though— had a bit of a demon problem since as long as I can remember, but the realm?" Eyes still shut, he shakes his head again.

Admittedly, he has more thoughts about this, too, but none that he's quite ready to confess aloud just yet. The mere mention of his otherworldly infestation feels like too much divulgence. Even for somebody he'd like to consider a friend. And again, somebody who, even now, currently finds themselves surrounded by some of the demon hunter's best-kept family secrets.

So, instead, Kurtis offers another point of interest as he waits, something he feels a little more comfortable sharing. Cracking an eye open to peer in Hofnarr's direction as he does so. "And hey, don't go beating yourself up; it sounds like you and Tricky really saved my ass back there."

"Sounds like that's about where I come in. Long story short: I messed up; Tricky took the reins for a minute; and before I knew it, I was off to Cabal candy-land. Except your trail ended up leading me to some bizarre realm where I found you practically already dead, being pecked at by some... I don't even know. Screaming, desiccated things. So I shooed them off and dragged you back here."

Having found everything he was searching for, Hofnarr straightens back up, righting his glasses on his nose before shuffling back over to the couch. It occurs to him then that he might as well pull over a chair, so that he does, taking a seat next to Kurtis and placing the various medication packets in his lap.

"Okay," he starts, enunciating the last syllable. "Any allergies I should know about? If not, ketamine would be my recommendation. From injection to relief, it's about five to ten minutes. We'll start the dose low and work our way up from there if necessary."

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And, head left canted to one side, there it is again— that smirk that's usually not far behind when it comes to Lara. "Keep it locked up in the trophy room, huh? Guess I'll have to find it later, then." Never one to shy away from a challenge; if Kurtis sounds confident, it's because he is. She's not the only one experienced in solving puzzles and finding hidden chambers. He's sure she remembers getting into the Vault of Trophies. The Lux Veritatis were predictable solely in their love of unpredictability.

Besides, he can only imagine what this treasury of hers must hold. Being expected to put in a little work in exchange for being allowed inside sounds like a fair trade to him.

But for now, and just like that, it's down to business. Just like it had always been during those short-lived dealings in the past. Although, unlike last time, Kurtis has been of two minds until this very moment. On the one hand, it would've been nice to show up with no deeper motive than to see Lara and coincidentally pick up the Chirugai while he was there. On the other hand, of course, he has plans in mind (he always has plans in mind), but was it really his place to drag the archaeologist back into his own personal conflicts?

Ultimately, he guesses it all comes down to the fact that he could never drag her into anything in the first place. She's a big girl, she makes her own decisions. So, Kurtis offers Lara that decision.

"Gunderson's still out there, and unlike the others, his crooked operations aren't going to crumble now that the Cabal's gone. Something I intend to fix. I could use the help if you're game."

She has to stop herself from commenting that a much better way to prove he was alive was to actually show up a little sooner, but... that'd be a little hypocritical, wouldn't it? She didn't spend that whole year the media thought she was dead in the depths of a crumbling pyramid, after all.

A thought that makes her sigh. She didn't expect to go down memory lane, today.

"If you can manage to get in the trophy room, of course."

She's joking. ...half joking. Surely he won't have any problems with that, right? Not when, right now... the Chirugai comes in second place, pushed aside from Kurtis' last words.

"...just what I thought." once again, she's just half joking as she lifts an eyebrow behind her cup, left on the counter "It's good. Whatever you had in mind, it's not like I had much planned, lately."

She wouldn't mind some action.

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Truth be told, it's a less-than-ideal situation for the woman to gain a bit of hands-on hotwiring practice, although he does have to admit he appreciates the honesty. Before anything else can be said on the matter, however, they're sent a luckier break than Kurtis could have ever hoped for when a door at the far end of the garage opens, a large golden retriever slipping inside from around the crack, followed by a haggard-looking man, still shrugging on his jacket with one hand and pulling a single piece of rolling luggage behind him with the other.

The dog wastes no time in bounding for the car that it knows belongs to its owner (a silver Mitsubishi), while the owner in question lags behind— briefly struggling to get the wheels of his bag over the lip of the doorsill. A couple of barks echo throughout the concrete space, the person responding with, "Hold your horses, Charlie. I'm coming." A fellow tenant, no doubt. Spooked by the gunshot and vacating for an extended weekend.

While all this is happening, the flashlight outside the Chevrolet is switched off, shrouding Thompson in shadow as she ducks down behind one of the vehicles.

Inside the Chevrolet, and seizing the opportunity, the blogger would find her phone thrust back into her hands, the demon hunter quickly and quietly making a single request, more than a single time: "Light, light, light—" If he can hurry and finish up, then she might not need that crash course in carjacking one-oh-one.

Merris could even sense the urgency within those steps as they grew closer, gaze now concurrent to the intrusive beam of light as it penetrated soundlessly over their heads and through the top portion of the compartment. There and gone, but the danger was even closer still—a harbinger of what was yet to come, a junction in the intervals of initiative and subservience.

Merris was dreading the proposal; She really didn't have experience with such things. (At least up until this point) Whatever knowledge she had was from loosely watching low-budget 80's action movies, she kept on in the background so she had some resemblance of the company in the otherwise unfrequented space. Conversely, she had to try, in defiance of her own diffidence. After all, she wasn't entirely without some resource, the ones she now held in her shaken hands and the individual willing to risk his life for the both of them.

"Puttin' a lotta' faith in me, mister.. but fer' th'sake of dis'traction I be guessin' we don' got a'lotta' choice in th'matter, righ'? Imma' be honest.. I don' know nothin' 'bout crossin' no wires 'er what's gon' be happin' b'cause.. a'summin' som'how I be managin' not gettin' my'self killed n' th'mean time.. Jus'.. don' die, 'kay? I al'ready fightin' fer' my life tonigh', don' thinkin' I be gettin' lucky 'gain, an' wit' 'yers too.."

As reluctant as she was in her feelings towards the other, she merely and loosely consolidated that the concern towards him came not from his company but the collaboration in mutual self-preservation.

(Let's face it, dying alone-and dying for nothing-just sucked.)

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