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WHO: Bakura and Vector Prime
WHERE: Upper West Toys
WHEN: Friday, early afternoon
SUMMARY: Vector meets up with Bakura to find out more about the Porter related stuff Bakura didn't quite feel was a good idea to talk about where the Porter could maybe hear
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Bakura was doing rounds at the store, checking to see how things were going, chatting with customers, tidying up shelves, keeping an eye on the door to see when Vector would arrive. It was still early, but, for once, Bakura had been keeping track of the time so he wouldn't be caught in something when the other arrived.

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He was still understanding how time worked here; it wasn't as though it flowed differently, stars no. But the minutes were a bit different, and more than once he had noticed two clocks with different speeds.

The difference was infintismal. But it was still there. And to someone who had such a close nature with time as he did, even if it was subdued here...he still found it bothersome.

Nonetheless, it was seconds away from the agreed upon time when the door opened and he steped inside, looking around to get his bearings. It seemed like a nice enough place.

"Welcome to Upper West Toys!" Bakura called before turning to see who had entered. "Aah, hello!" he smiled, giving a small bow on instinct. "Vector Prime, is it?"

Ah, there.

"It is," Vector confirmed, returning the bow. "And you are Bakura Ryou, unless my memory is mistaken?"

He rather hoped not. It wasn't perfect before, but for it to have declined that much in the city would have been disturbing. Nonetheless, he held a thin smile on his face, willing to bet that it hadn't.

"Un!" Bakura nodded with a smile. "I am! My office is in the back, we can talk there," he nodded towards the back of the store.

"Well then, after you." The Prime made to follow the young man, giving him a brief once-over as he did. He seemed friendly enough.

Bakura nodded again, giving another, much smaller bow before starting to walk. He held the door to the back open. "Sorry about the storage area, we just got in some new stock, so it's a little messy," he apologized.

'Messy' in this case meaning that there were a few pallets on the floor, one in the process of being unpacked by an employee who gave Bakura a nod as he went by, and a few stacked boxes that seemed a bit out of place. Other than that, it was a very neat and orderly area.

In a back corner was a door marked "Manager", a few notes, held on with tape and a wipe off board being the only decoration. He fumbled with his keys a moment before unlocking the door and holding it open for his guest.

The room inside was a bit of start contrast to the warehouse like space it was part of. Tastefully, but minimally, decorated with a sink and counter one corner and a rather large desk with a computer in the other. Another table had a long bookshelf over it with numerous catalogs and binders.

"Would you like some tea?" Bakura asked, moving to the counter to get out a pair of mugs.

He'd seen small worse messes, but held his voc-his tongue as they moved past, only keeping that small - if reassuring - smile. He did take a moment to look around, though, getting an idea of...

...well, to be fair, he wasn't any more certain how things worked than he was before. Ages away from civilization, interfering only when required, could do that to someone. But he felt it best to keep quiet, at least for now. The only reason he recognized any small thing was probably because of his stay in the Aurex cluster, working with those humans...he had learned quite a lot from them in a small amount of time.

"If you would be so kind," he said, resting a hand on the one of the chairs. "I hope I won't be taking up too much of your time."

"Not at all!" Bakura assured with a smile, filling up the hot shot with water before turning it on. "I already got done what was needed for today, so I can take as much time as you'd like, it's not a bother," he smiled. "Green tea or black?"

There was a brief, somewhat embaressed silence. Then Vector smiled ruefully. "Forgive me, but I'm...still getting accustomed to the specifics of human food and drink," he admitted. "I suppose I'll take whatever you'll be making."

He let his eyes wander, gaze falling upon one of the papers on the table. He picked it up curiously, scanning the characters as he tried to place their familiar-

Ah. One of the many human languages other than English.

Bakura nodded, getting down the box of the green tea and getting out two bags. "I tend to prefer green. Familiarly if nothing else!" he said with a soft laugh. "You're from Cybertron, right?"

"Originally, yes, though my duties often take me away from there. I take it that you know of some others from the planet as well?" Autobot, Decepticon...it didn't matter. All were One, in the end...and the beginning as well.

Vector set down the paper back down. It could have been important, and he'd rather not have messed things up for Bakura when the youth was being kind.

"Un," Bakura nodded, pressing the level on the hot shot to release the heated water into one of the mugs. "I'm good friends with two from there, and know a few others as well!"

Vector nodded. "It is good to know that they have friends outside of their own," he mused, thinking of Sentinel and his words.

"Un!" Bakura nodded. "Making friends you wouldn't have been able to back home.. it's probably one of the nicer things about this place," he smiled, carrying over the mugs carefully. "It's still hot, give it a moment to cool," he advised, setting the mug down on the table nearest Vector before sitting down at his desk and setting his own mug down.

Following Bakura's lead, Vector sat himself down, adjusting his jacket somewhat for comfort. "I have to admit, I have seen representatives of more dimensions here than I ever have at once place at a given time...at least, that I can remember."

And having already learned of the heat of coffee, he wisely gave the mug a bit to cool before reaching for it.

"It's really amazing, isn't it? Especially to realize that almost everyone it from their own version of their world. One of my best friends here is from where I'm from, only things happened in his version of home that never did in mine! And Shockwave said there were at least 4 versions of Cybertron he was aware of as well. It almost makes me wonder if truly everyone here is from their own variation of their homes."

Vector...had to smile at Bakura's enthusiasm as he raised the mug to his mouth. "I will admit I'm accustomed to the thought of such things; I have traveled through dimensions and seen many more than 4 Cybertrons. I only wish that I had more time to appriciate them for their differences."

And yet they, too, were One.

"Heeeh, really?" Bakura smiled. There were quite a few new people who were familiar with alternate dimensions, it seemed. "Maybe you can while you're here?" he asked before taking a tiny sip from his own mug.

He tilted his head. "I have thought of that, only..."

He paused briefly. Took a sip of the tea, and a moment to note the taste...then exhaled slowly. There was no Safeguard here to speak with, nor any other Minicon, not even the Cybertronians here were those he knew and he may as well share it with someone to whom abusing such information would be the last thought in their mind.

"I am worried, Bakura. The last time I saw so many dimensions together, the fabric of the Multiverse itself was damaged - past, present, and future were tangled up with one another."

"Eh?" Bakura blinked, eyes widening a little. "Is that why you mentioned how this place seemed stable?" he asked, a hint of worry in his curiosity.

"In a way-- in a way, it is like they are here... even people from my world, or worlds like it... none of us are from the same time. Yuugi-kun's a few months before me, Kiryuu-kun and Juudai-kun are from different points in the future..." He took another small sip. "But time here seems to progress normally, I think...."

Vector nodded. "It does not give off the same feeling - I do not know how else to describe it - as I felt before. Other than there are clearly more dimensions present here than just the one we exist in, it is..."

He shrugged helplessly. "Confusing, and yet...reassuring. It is why I wish to learn more about that which created this mess."

Bakura nodded. "Someone once suggested... that we weren't all really here. Like it was all a giant virtual world, almost, or that somehow copies of us were made, rather than the actual self being transported..."

He looked down at his mug with a small frown, thinking. "And with how some people are changed, and people who didn't have their own bodies before being given one... it might be true. None of us really have any way to know, really!" he said, smiling now. "But that might be why things would be more stable... where it's just the souls-- or sparks-- of people being brought in. That would take less energy and less--" he paused a moment. "Aaah, what is it in English?" he grimaced. "less distortion, I think is the best way I can put it."

"I could believe that if it wouldn't require just as much if not more energy. My own theory - so far - is that we are in a time bubble of sorts, seperated from the rest of the Multiverse. But that doesn't answer everything..."

He paused briefly, then continued. "[I know the language of your writing, if that would help,]" he said in perfect Japanese.

Bakura perked up, giving a wide smile. "Aah, you do! That's a relief!" he exclaimed, switching to Japanese as well. "My English has gotten much better since getting here, but some words you just never learn easily!" he said with a small laugh.

"Transferring souls across worlds takes more energy than moving physical objects?" he asked curiously. "And that would make sense, since people who normally can travel worlds find they can't once they get here. I remember someone saying that all the roads he traveled seemed blocked, or something like that."

Vector sipped at the tea, gradually getting used to the taste. It was...different, taste in all forms, but not in the bad way. "You humans have quite a few languages, for only holding one planet," he remarked. "But I digress. And it depends on the nature of the transfer, and the power of the one doing it. For example...there was another Prime, who could hold sparks literally in the palm of his hand. Transfer them from chassis to chassis. It was effortless for him because that was a side effect of what he had been built to do.

"I, on the other hand, am not he. I can move through dimensions, but...I have the feeling that if I tried, I, too, would be blocked."

It took some getting used to, being human.

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