On the contrary, I think it'd be reckless not to try this.
[ Truth be told, Kurapika doesn't have a plan very far thought out outside of... trying to knock things over. Are things in this place knock-over-able? He doesn't know. But he's sure he can come up with something, and he frankly doesn't care if other items in the museum get damaged as a result. From what he can tell, it's a grotesque place that steals things from people, then attacks them. Why should he care if there's a little vandalism? It would be preferable if things were more graceful or neat, but... beggars can't be choosers.
Instead, he does his best to keep up with Dimitri, throwing his arm behind them as they advance - the chain extends as if by magic, obviously longer than what could have been easily concealed under his sleeve. More than that, it unfolds behind them and continues going in the opposite direction, towards the skeleton, as if powered by some unseen force. The metal travels along the carpeted floor behind them as they run, not quite unlike a snake, and the weighted metal ball at the end of the chain eventually knocks against the base of some high standing heavy lamp. Winding up the lamp's neck, the chain suddenly goes taut, and he pulls his arm again, throwing the whole appliance to the ground with a crash - it's more than plenty for the skeleton to stumble over. ]
There— [ Does he have a clear idea of what just happened? Not really. All he knows is that those loud footsteps have receded, if only for the time being. ] That should buy us some time.
[ Enough time to give a cursory glance to the room the wall of glass eyes leads into, which seems to compare replicas of body parts to the real things. Fake eyes, next to real ones. Fake skulls, next to real ones. Fake lungs, next to real ones. There's a pair of scarlet eyes preserved in a jar, near the center of the room - positioned next to laughably gaudy and phony glass ones. ]
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[ Truth be told, Kurapika doesn't have a plan very far thought out outside of... trying to knock things over. Are things in this place knock-over-able? He doesn't know. But he's sure he can come up with something, and he frankly doesn't care if other items in the museum get damaged as a result. From what he can tell, it's a grotesque place that steals things from people, then attacks them. Why should he care if there's a little vandalism? It would be preferable if things were more graceful or neat, but... beggars can't be choosers.
Instead, he does his best to keep up with Dimitri, throwing his arm behind them as they advance - the chain extends as if by magic, obviously longer than what could have been easily concealed under his sleeve. More than that, it unfolds behind them and continues going in the opposite direction, towards the skeleton, as if powered by some unseen force. The metal travels along the carpeted floor behind them as they run, not quite unlike a snake, and the weighted metal ball at the end of the chain eventually knocks against the base of some high standing heavy lamp. Winding up the lamp's neck, the chain suddenly goes taut, and he pulls his arm again, throwing the whole appliance to the ground with a crash - it's more than plenty for the skeleton to stumble over. ]
There— [ Does he have a clear idea of what just happened? Not really. All he knows is that those loud footsteps have receded, if only for the time being. ] That should buy us some time.
[ Enough time to give a cursory glance to the room the wall of glass eyes leads into, which seems to compare replicas of body parts to the real things. Fake eyes, next to real ones. Fake skulls, next to real ones. Fake lungs, next to real ones. There's a pair of scarlet eyes preserved in a jar, near the center of the room - positioned next to laughably gaudy and phony glass ones. ]