[CAMPUS/IC] II

[fluffydeathdealer]

[This is a general post for threads that can't go anywhere else, to prevent making closed posts for one or two characters.

Threads here are 100% IC for the_campus.

11/02/14 - An Unexpected Guest
21/02/14 - Finally, No More Pantomime!
21/02/14 - Trial of the Heart: The Truth About Bakura?!
24/02/14 - Just Die Already! Sibyll Versus the Ring
17/03/14 - Tiny Trials With Bakura
21/03/14 - The Soul Alternative! Inside Harriet's Mind
23/03/14 - Bonds Between Men! A Reluctant Tolerance


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[whiterosefoes]

Oh, well cool.

[That means Malik doesn't care to spy on her, she assumes. Good to know.

aaaand once again Harriet's getting a bit lost. What soul fragment in Bakura? But from the sound of it, these fragments aren't so easy to pass on.]

A chance?

[fluffydeathdealer]

My soul's bound to the Ring, so that might be the reason why I can't take back mine. But like I said... I've never known an Item user try to take their soul fragments back. Generally they just assume it can't be done and ignore the possibility.

So I've got no clue if it's even doable or not. And the only person that might know isn't here.

[Not that I'd even ask him, he thinks, a little coldly. Even if he hadn't killed Shadi once already, they'd never gotten along. He'd kill him again if it were possible. Over... and over... His shoulders shake a little with suppressed laughter at the thought.]

Malik'll have to be my test subject on that front, it seems. And if it works, once we're out of here, he can track down the rest of them as well.

[whiterosefoes]

Ah. [that doesn't sound very good. Soul fragments seem like a pretty permanent thing.]

... Wait, track down the rest? How many fragments does he have?

[obeytherod]

...I didn't really keep count. [Just a hint of awkward, there.]

[fluffydeathdealer]

I'd estimate it's near triple digits, but considering I only met him a few months before you did, I'm not quite clear on it either. Could be fewer. Could be more.

That's what I meant by calling him reckless earlier.

[whiterosefoes]

Near a hundred?

[Looks over at Malik. JUDGING..............]

[obeytherod]

...He's exaggerating! It's not that many.

[But it is a lot, and now he's paying for it.]

[fluffydeathdealer]

You can't even keep track of how many you have, and you're saying that?

[obeytherod]

It's not that hard to figure it out, I just don't have a number off the top of my head.

[While his voice is still low, there's an undertone of warning to it. Bakura, don't press yourself.]

[whiterosefoes]

[sigh]

Do I even want to know why you have that many?

[fluffydeathdealer]

[He's not scared of you, Malik... you're nothing but a fragment. But for the sake of the peace... He'll keep his mouth shut here.]

[obeytherod]

[Malik's keeping his mouth shut too, not even bothering to answer Harriet's question. He just continues to give Bakura a look for a minute before turning his gaze elsewhere.

Here comes the awkward silence.]

[whiterosefoes]

[stares at them glaring at eachother into awkward silence. She'll take that as a no.]

... Right then. Let's continue.

[She floats forward toward the pavilion.]

[fluffydeathdealer]

Heheh...

[With that eerie little chuckle, he follows her, tucking his hands into his pockets. It's nice to have two working hands again. Even if it's just inside his mind.

Once they're out of the forest, only then does he speak.]

So what do you think? Kind of relaxing, isn't it?

[whiterosefoes]

[Harriet looks around the area. The air is still a bit cold, but it's definitely a lot nicer than the dreadful woods. Dropping down so that her feet are on the ground but she's still standing upright, she can feel the grass under her shoes. This place feels like home. It's her first time seeing it, but it's like she's known it all of her life. Here, she feels more like it came from her head.]

Yeah, that's much better.

[her feet lift from the ground again as she heads into the stone structure to look for her deck leaders.]

[fluffydeathdealer]

[He wanders around a little, eventually settling at one of the tables. He has to move the cards there, but that's fine by him. It's odd... for them to be here, they had to be connected to her soul, but they weren't active at all. Maybe they were waiting for her. Or maybe...

...

No, he wasn't going to think about that. He just waits for Harriet.]

Getting used to it?

1/2

[whiterosefoes]

[Harriet turns to nod at him, but sees he picked up her card so she goes right over]

Ah, there they are!

[whiterosefoes]

[She instinctively moves her arm to try to take the card, but of course it doesn't get very far because she's still tied up. So it just looks like she randomly twitched her shoulder.]

Aww man, this is so annoying.

[maybe she can just summon it with her mind, no holding cards needed. That should work, right? This IS her soul room after all. And she really doesn't want to have to hold the card in her mouth.

So now Bakura's hand holding the card is just getting intensely glared at, sorry mate]

[fluffydeathdealer]

...

[What, is she mad at him for touching it? Fine, you touchy woman...

He lets go of the card, letting it drop to the table.]

Oi, oi, that's a scary expression...

[whiterosefoes]

[looking surprised]

What- no, I'm just trying to focus on it! I can't pick it up, so I thought... eye contact....

[deflating somewhat. This is so stupid.]

[fluffydeathdealer]

...honestly. You don't remember a word I told you, do you?

[He picks it up again and holds it out towards her.]

You just have to trust that it'll happen.

[whiterosefoes]

I'm not a very trusting person.

[even if it's herself..........

well, she's turning her back so he can put it in her hand, she guesses. Meanwhile, pouting a bit.]

Thanks.

[whiterosefoes]

[Closing her eyes, Harriet summons her deck leader. Airknight Parshath does materialize, although the shape he's in makes the Rose Duelist's jaw drop. Rather than standing to ask her commands, he appears on the ground, his legs crumpled up beneath him and his armor broken in several places revealing wounds that have only just begun to heal. He looks exhausted.]

Parshath...!

[Harriet drops to her knees by him, looking on in disbelief. This is abnormal and completely distressing.]

[whiterosefoes]

[at that, Parshath grunts and then looks up shamefully.]

My lady... forgive me! I tried to protect you, but I am yet weak from the shadow duel... give me more time. Time to rebuild our armor.

[whiterosefoes]

Th-This isn't right. You're my monster... I'm the one that's supposed to take damage!

[The whole area seems a little dimmer in color as guilt begins to choke her.]