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capeandcowllogs2011-03-03 02:34 pm
shiromadoushi) wrote in capeandcowllogs2011-03-03 02:34 pm
[Semi Open] But as far as I can see you are still miles from me In your doorway
WHO: Bakura and anyone who would be in Hell Towers or coming to visit
WHERE: Hell Towers 10th
WHEN: All day Thursday
WARNINGS: Emo, reference to character death
SUMMARY: Bakura attempts to start dealing with the chaos that tore his world apart in his absence and come to terms with the state of his life.
FORMAT: Para to start, whatever people want after
The hardest part was the time that had passed. Passed for everyone else, but not for him. One moment, his world was fading to black, turning so so cold as his life was drained away, everything shutting down as he was pulled into the darkness once more.
And then he was in the Porter building. No soothing nothingness to cradle him, no whispering voices from times long ago, no feeling of a presence gently pushing him back, blocking his way from whatever it was waiting.
It hadn't felt real. No marks on his neck, nothing to indicate anything had happened. Only the sudden change of location. It was almost like it had been when he had worn the Ring. One moment sitting at his desk, working on his homework, the next, waking up in bed, still dressed. One moment heading back to his apartment, the next, inside the back room of the Black Crown.
One moment in his apartment, struggling to hang on to consciousness, the next, the Porter room.
It had taken him a while to even reach for the new comm, the shaking adrenaline and realization of just what had happened sending him crashing to his knees. And then the first voice to answer him, speaking words that made no sense to him.
Alastair would never...
But he had.
He didn't know what to think, what to feel, how to even respond. Something that should never have happened to him again, and yet, it had.
Don't be angry, don't be upset, he did it because you were killed, they just got in my way...
He'd stayed with Ben and Qui-Gon, not even coming up to his apartment. Not wanting to face it, not wanting to see...
He wasn't sure he even wanted to see now. The thought of the struggle that he had lost... what would it even look like? Trowa said he had prepared it, would it all be as if nothing had happened?
Was Alastair even back from the hospital...?
He stood outside the doorway, still in his indecision. The door was only inches away, but it may have been a mile.
He didn't know what to do. He couldn't hide away form it forever, he knew that at least. But nothing else was clear.
Not even who he could trust.
WHERE: Hell Towers 10th
WHEN: All day Thursday
WARNINGS: Emo, reference to character death
SUMMARY: Bakura attempts to start dealing with the chaos that tore his world apart in his absence and come to terms with the state of his life.
FORMAT: Para to start, whatever people want after
The hardest part was the time that had passed. Passed for everyone else, but not for him. One moment, his world was fading to black, turning so so cold as his life was drained away, everything shutting down as he was pulled into the darkness once more.
And then he was in the Porter building. No soothing nothingness to cradle him, no whispering voices from times long ago, no feeling of a presence gently pushing him back, blocking his way from whatever it was waiting.
It hadn't felt real. No marks on his neck, nothing to indicate anything had happened. Only the sudden change of location. It was almost like it had been when he had worn the Ring. One moment sitting at his desk, working on his homework, the next, waking up in bed, still dressed. One moment heading back to his apartment, the next, inside the back room of the Black Crown.
One moment in his apartment, struggling to hang on to consciousness, the next, the Porter room.
It had taken him a while to even reach for the new comm, the shaking adrenaline and realization of just what had happened sending him crashing to his knees. And then the first voice to answer him, speaking words that made no sense to him.
Alastair would never...
But he had.
He didn't know what to think, what to feel, how to even respond. Something that should never have happened to him again, and yet, it had.
Don't be angry, don't be upset, he did it because you were killed, they just got in my way...
He'd stayed with Ben and Qui-Gon, not even coming up to his apartment. Not wanting to face it, not wanting to see...
He wasn't sure he even wanted to see now. The thought of the struggle that he had lost... what would it even look like? Trowa said he had prepared it, would it all be as if nothing had happened?
Was Alastair even back from the hospital...?
He stood outside the doorway, still in his indecision. The door was only inches away, but it may have been a mile.
He didn't know what to do. He couldn't hide away form it forever, he knew that at least. But nothing else was clear.
Not even who he could trust.
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He spoke from experience.
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gosh darn it fran you enabler ♥
Well...there was one other option. And after some few moments of thought, Vector decided that, well...it wouldn't cause any more trouble than directly spacebridging.
It wouldn't be the first time he'd given someone a ride of that sort, either. And not even the first with Bakura.
"Let's try it this way," he decided, kneeling down and holding out a hand once more.
Hehe. You know you love it~ :D ♥
FOR ADORABLE MENTAL IMAGES, YES. ahaha.
"Hold tight," he ordered, before rising slowly.
And continuing to rise, making sure Bakura had a grip before moving upwards, towards the clouds.
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He laughed again, hugging Vector even more tightly, the wind mussing his hair worse than it already had been. There was something utterly magical and wonderful about flying that made it so easy to forget anything else that had been bothering him, as if the wind rushing around him was clearing through the fog in his mind.
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Then began to glide, letting gravity do half his work for him.
"So," he said over the wind, "how long might we have, until your friends start to worry?"
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He hesitated a moment before shaking off the thoughts that threatened to upset him again. "They know I'm staying at Jonah-kun's."
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He wouldn't be as absent minded as he'd been the past day, he was sure of it.
Let me know if it's not okay to fast forward!
"Here we are."
s'totally cool. :) Pardon my derp.
He wiggled his toes to demonstrate, looking far more amused than anything else. Really, he should have expected that.
"Good thing the store is right here!"