*They Start Chanting An Ancient Language.*

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*the kitten hops on the mattress and placed his paws on his arm* mew mew *his cuts and bruises started to heal. he stopped bleeding*

*The injuries don't go all away, but it certainly helped. His breathing eases further, and it looks more like sleep and less like unconciousness.*

°He finds his phone and looks over just as Jim starts healing. He just, he really needs a nap. Thank you, Snowy.°

Yeah.. I.. I tried talking to him but he didn’t respond.. he was bleeding from his temple and I’m seriously worried.. -Neb

°CJ is still again. A second passes.°

°...I owe you Neb, that's two people I owe here now, thank you. We /will/ find him, my brother /will/ be ok. I just have to show this scarecrow wannabe the inside of a fireplace before I can do anything. Can you see what street he's on?°

*the kitten wiggled and purrs. he wonders if the man knows CJ and RJ*

*he adjusts himself into a more stable position and looks at what he had been typing. There were three things, actually, but the current one was an email. It looked harsh to him, and it had been. It looked more like an interrogation than a worried inquiry. His writing just tended to be like that though. He needed better words, gentler words.

*His brother had clearly been afraid- and the vague-ness had worried him further. All he knew was that one of the dumbasses had gotten hurt and that the other was being cryptic about it. By the time he actually got the right words, that got both his thoughts out and communicated them in a way that did not sound accusatory, he would already be in their house.*

¶...I worry about them, Kitten. I do. I hope that he's just riled up over nothing, you know?¶

*Alright he's just- he's just going to go. With the plane landed and a hotel room sorted, the Newscaster sends a text. It's worded a little stiffly, but the reply of just °K° was maybe not the friendliest either.*

*NJ's foot maybe bounces in the car ride over, just a bit.*

*He's knocking, and CJ opens the door. The Cameraman's expression isn't the easiest to read, but after a moment, he seems to come to a conclusion. A small sigh, and CJ offers a small smile. NJ manages one back. The Newscaster enters, and it's not the most calm situation, but he's here, and a bit of back and forth between the twins in sign he can't follow has RJ offering him a similar small smile.*

*Maybe this wouldn't be so terrible after all.*

*The stop talking and stare at him for a while, before sending him through a portal.*

°His eyes go wide and he curles up like a cannon ball as he falls, not knowing what else to do and terrified of what might be below°

*the kitten seems to smile at him* :3 *he sees him as a parent.* mew *he purrs and rubbed his head against his arm, showing that he loves him* :3

°...I am trying to interrogate you, why must you be this adorable? He sighs. Stop growing on me, you tiny fluff. There's no threat to it, he just looks a little tired still and like he's decided to adopt them unless they eat him in the next few minutes, the cuteness is strong with this cat.°

°If we hadn't been kidnapped not that long ago, you'd be one of the strangest beings I've met. I guess you still are though? Given your little Vision move out there. l still wonder where you come from though...°

°He moves a hand to gently pet them.°

*RJ rolls over, but isn't awake just yet. He will be soon though, as his dream begins its final act.*

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