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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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It only made sense. His magic had changed when he had lost that weekend. When Alastair had been taken...
And the Porter did enjoy making people hurt.
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"That was right after the nightmares too, wasn't it? Maybe...that was why..."
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"He didn't?" he asked off, confused. Or had Kiryu meant in the dream?
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That was what he was most upset about, after all.
"I wonder if vampires have souls..." he said softly. There were so many different myths, many contradictory. And it would be almost fitting if the Porter returned a power that would be useless against the person it should have been used against.
But the question was still fairly flat. He just felt... too tired and worn out to have any energy for that sort of thought.
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And oh, it kind of really pissed him off to think that the guy who'd killed Bakura was something like a vampire. That wasn't fair to Bakura at all.
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If he had realized before, maybe he could have...
But it was useless to think like that. That much, at least he knew.
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He suddenly laughed, hardly even noticing when he switched forms. That was just perfect.
"We're going to find him," he said, his tone surprisingly quiet after the laughter. "And he's going to suffer. Alastair's power might not do much, but mine can~"
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"You'll be all right...?" he asked softly. The last thing he wanted was for his brothers to get hurt. "I can't..." there was a small, almost guilty hesitation before he continued, voice softer. "I can't heal it if you get hurt."
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Then he reached out to ruffle Bakura's hair, although this time it may have had an almost condescending feel to it. "Besides, I wasn't going to go after him right now. Alastair challenged him first."
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And he felt far more like a child than he normally did as well.
"But if he doesn't have a soul, Oniichan will need the help," he pointed out softly.
It would almost seem strange for him to be so okay with Alastair's powers when he had just been so upset. But it was different. This was going to be against someone who deserved it.
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"I don't think he'll have much to worry about anymore."
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He was pretty sure the Ring didn't do that, which made him feel a little better. Maybe Alastair could just... use that part of it more. And not...
Though, he guessed if Alastair hadn't used that on his friends...