Horrors and horrors ((Closed RP, Kurama, Kusuriyuri))

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Even among the strongest of souls, those most prepared for anything, there were times when things that could not be prepared for had to be faced...and at times, fled. Kusuriyuri could fight humans, youkai, oni, mononoke, but whatever that was that was in his office was not something he could fight. Or, rather, something warned him utterly against touching that thing.

The jump from his window may not have been the wisest thing. His knees and back, while not injured, protested their abuse. When he was far enough away to be sure the thing and its disembodied voice were not following him, he slowed to a walk, seeking out the greenhouses where he'd already arranged to meet Kurama.

Ah, what would his lover think of him, fleeing from such a thing? he wondered as he approached, slowing as his knees demanded. Would Kurama even believe him?

((OOC: It's the demons, they're lovers...and that kitsune believes in one cure for everything...so, worksafeness in question.))

Owl to Lezard Valeth

[mio-remaining.livejournal.com]

Mr. Valeth,

You had said in the computer post that if I needed a distraction, you would be happy to help. I think I would be happier here if I got myself a pet to take care of, and I was wondering if you'd like to come with me so I could get one.

Mio Amakura

Potions Office Hours: Valentine Feels Bored and Scholarly

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Valentine had some time back returned from his year away, scouring the world for new and interesting substances and experiences. And oh, what a year it had been. But he was here now, back to the large, odd castle and the house elves who cowered justifiably every time he walked by, and life had regained a pace of a sort.

Valentine hated monotony.

And so, he emerged from his latest drug-sodden haze into one slightly less so, worked on drawing up a lesson plan (sometimes literally--his room was now covered with pages and pages of nonsensical words and images) and ordered his personal house elf to dust off the office and hang up the "Office Hours" sign. The elf, who had considered year of Valentine's absence the happiest of his life, hurried to do so--anything to stay away from the Potions Master, who still seemed to think that vivisection was a wonderful practical joke.

Several hours later and Valentine sat stretched out in his chair, one long black-clad leg on his desk, narrowly avoiding a cluster of potted plants nestled among cast-off scraps of parchment. A platter of muffins sat in the other corner. The door was left propped open, leaving him to hum and doodle on parchment scraps until otherwise occupied.

((ETA: Some of the muffins are drugged and/or hexed. Some aren't. Up to the mun to decide if their pups get a tampered one, and what the effects are!))