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"Please... Just for a few minutes." Takiko did not want him to leave, but she knew she did not want him to see her in the shape she was in.

Crow nodded to Deuce and Jack, "Don't worry, she'll be fine....Your right outside the crypt, so even if I tried anything you'd hear it...."Crow said with a nod. He was still working with her leg, being careful with each stitch.

((Well....My character hates yours so he's not gonna care.))

"Ok. Sure."

He looked down at Takiko and gave her a smile with a thumbs up.

"See you in a bit, ma cushala."

He stood and began to head out of the crypt. He was hoping everything would be alright. He was genuinely worried about her. He let out a quiet sigh as he ran a hand through his hair.

"Why do I feel like an a** right now?"

(Do I sense consent?)

Deuce paused over the corpse, contemplating putting the mess somewhere else, rather than in the pretty little corner. Shrugging, he'd just continue on his way, following Mister Jack.

"No clue, Mister Jack. Perhaps it's simply because you've been gone, and now that you're back, your lady friend is pushing you away. Perhaps you feel she's doing it because of you, and thus you feel you're being punished."

Arms crossed over chest, quietly, as the animal he had arrived with followed him obediently.

Crow let out a silent yelp once she tackled him. "W-What the?! Takiko, what are you doing?! At least try this when other people aren't around damn it!"He snapped, struggling underneath her. He managed to roll them over, putting himself on top. He pinned her wrists down this time, "Jeeze woman! Didn't have to be some damn hard...."He looked over to the door, it was closed. He sighed.

Jack waited out by the crypt, a bottle of wine in his hand. He kept a bottle with him underneath his coat almost all the time. It was blessed, so it acted as a more effective holy water.

Blood of Christ... maybe this is why I'm not dead yet?

Jack sighed quietly as he decided to walk off. As he did though, when he was seemingly alone, a completely spitting image of himself was walking by his side. The only difference was that this figure had red, narrow eyes. This was his alter ego... JR.

"Dammit man... you know what that girl's planning, right?"

"Don't know... don't care," Jack said as he looked towards the image.

"Hey, Jackie-boy... you know what happens to a woman you leave alone right?"

"Yeah, she moves on. What do you want me to do?" he asked. "Besides, you were sleeping with two other women? What do you care? I know what you're planning and I'm not going for it you sadistic f**k."

Jack sighed loudly as he took another swig of the wine. At a greater sacrifice of his sanity, it seemed that JR could not gain control. However, it seemed that JR haunted him more. Now he could actually see him outside of the mirror.

"You know how difficult you make this for me?" Jack asked.

Deuce watched the man walk off, and simply stood there, arms crossed and the dog at his heels, looking for the part like some age old hunter. Except for the part of possessing two bars through two of his belt-loops, rather than a more traditional weapon.