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Found them. They're separated. [Bakura held the ring in his hands, the charms that hung at its sides now pointing in the direction of their targets.]

[Nearby, Malik smirks at the news, his face mostly concealed beneath hood of his purple cloak.]
Good. You take Eleanor, and I'll get Harriet then. You know what to do from there.

[Bakura leers in the direction of his target, smirking.] Understood. It should be easy.

[The Egyptian, in return, turns towards his own target and lets out a small laugh.] Hehe...I'll meet you back at the cave then. We'll lure in Henry and Rosenkreuz once we've got the girls.

((ooc: GENERAL WARNING: there will be violence throughout the threads in this post.))

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[Malik quietly makes his approach towards Harriet's last known location. Of course by the time he gets there, she's a bit of a ways off...but it's nothing he can't catch up to.

Once the girl is within range, he pulls out his Rod and utilizes it's powers to lock her in place.]

Oy, oy...where do you think you're going?

[His face is hidden, and with the chance in tone from how he spoke as Namu, it's not immediately clear who he is.]

[Harriet freezes in place, having no choice otherwise. A shock of terror courses through her - how could it not, being vulnerable like this in front of an obvious creeper that just ambushed her with some mystical artifact - but she quickly covers it up with irritation and biting sarcasm.]

The kitchen, actually. Do you always greet people this terribly, or what?

[She has a feeling she won't like the "what"]

It's a bad habit. [Malik slowly approaches, making sure to keep his head bowed so the cloak properly covered his eyes. He stops in front of Harriet, the Rod held loosely in one hand.]

But I have a favour to ask of you.

[As he walks closer, she looks down at her feet, willing them to move. Walk, tap, even if it's the pinky toe, do something! But it doesn't work at all. She looks back up in disgust. What can she do? Apparently nothing other than be sassy. So she will just keep doing that.]

I suppose I'll just have to listen then, won't I? Oh do, please go on.

[Malik raises his Rod now, the eye on its face glowing brightly as he activates its powers once more. That light seeps into her mind, enveloping it and forcing it to bend to his will.

Don't make this difficult, Harriet. Just give in.]

Aagh-!

[That wasn't what she expected him to say at all. She's stared down many kinds of magic, including time control - which she'd assumed her immobility was due to - but she was wrong, this was something she'd never had to fight before. She's totally unprepared for it, so before it takes her completely the only sound in her brain was a roaring string of curse words that were simply not fit for use in proper text brackets. That's as hard as she could fight. It didn't do much, but she hopes it was at least sort of unpleasant for him!!]

[Her resistance was an annoying itch at best. Malik simply and silently presses on, trying to engulf her consciousness with his will.

Don't worry, I'm only going to have you kill your friend, he murmurs into her mind, sinister and sadistic.]

[Kill-! It's enough to let out another mad surge of her thoughts. A haunted look overtakes her features as she remembers that gauntlet of battles, of blood dripping from her monster's weapons. All the power she built up, and those remorseless attacks of hers... she has to do that to 'her friend?' Why?!]

Heh... [Malik takes a step closer, continuing to drive his will into her; suffocating her with the magic of his Millennium Rod. The expression he wore was vicious, enjoying the sight of her mentally squirming in resistance. Soon, he would have his revenge...]

[You'll kill the Pharaoh--the King of England. And I'm going to help you do it.]

Gaaah... [As he pulls closer, she can feel her 'self' dying. The scrambling despair turns into hate. It was born as hate for the one doing this to her, but this quickly evaporates - It becomes his hate, his rage, the perfect doorway. Intermingling with her memories, she recalls her triumph over the King and how sweet it was to take his Rose Card, to have all that power within reach, and why didn't she kill him then when she had the chance? Why, when she hates him this much? He deserves to die! They were enemies, weren't they!? How could she have possibly forgotten!? And to think she let him PITY her as a friend. She had no need for that! Harriet's gaze turns to the cloaked man. He'll help her... he will, won't he? He'll make sure she doesn't fail to kill him again. This is exactly what she wants.]

What do I have to do?

Good... [Malik lowers the Rod, his expression victorious. This had all been so easy. Everything was going according to plan. His hate was now her hate, a murderous malice.]

You're going to duel him on the deadly field I designed. But don't worry, I'll make sure to steer you away from the traps.

[He reaches back, pulling out a vile from within his cloak.] But to ensure that the Pharaoh battles you to the death, I'll need you to drink this once you're on the field.

[Malik holds out the bottle, filled with the poison of a snake he had captured in this very jungle.] If you're a good girl and beat him quickly...there might be a chance you can find an antidote in time.

[Looks at the bottle. Looks at him flatly.]

You want me to poison myself?

[For a mind slave, she sure did just sound like she still thinks he's an idiot.

... But actually, and maybe this is the mind control talking, but it's not a bad plan. She can heal herself with her magic, Soul of the Pure, so surely she can handle a bit of venom. She's so confident, she'll do it without testing if that shit actually works on poison.

She huffs a bit, then smirks and takes the bottle]

Consider it done.

[Malik catches that sass, but as long as she agrees, he doesn't care. He relinquishes the bottle of poison to her and the moves on to his next command.]

Now, hand over your Rose Cards.

[After that, he'll just lead her to the arena with his Rod.]

[That command ALSO makes her hesitate. His control over her may be strong right now, but she went through hell and back to get those cards, so once again, she's irritated.]

I can't just-! [argh she can't finish that sentence she can't say no. She'll try to argue instead.] Look, they're no use to you if I just hand them off. They only work if you win them in a duel. And I need their power if anyone's to get off this rock...

[This kind of resistance works, although it hurts, like a pounding in her skull. What's more, telling him that just made him remember the rules - if she has a rose card, they can try to take it back. Henry was the one whose druids took her from her home in the first place. What if he wants it? She'd have to lower her deck cost to ensure the cards' safety. But that would get in the way of killing. And killing is very important.

Malik's done really well with this one - make her hate someone badly enough and she'll come up with her own reasons. She fights with herself for another good moment, before she speaks up again in a shaking voice. ]

No, I can't let the King have the cards... I won't let him trap me again. Never. I'll make him pay!

[and then she hands him the Red Roses like she means it.]

There you are, a bouquet.

[Malik's lips curve into a slight frown at her resistance, the grip on his Rod tightening. He was in control her...she shouldn't be able to resist for long, and sure enough she submits.]

That's right...you should make him suffer.

[He holds his hand out, taking the cards and deftly hiding them inside his robe.]

A beautiful bouquet indeed. Now-- [He sweeps an arm out, voice commanding as he points in the direction of the duel arenna.]

Go! [Malik turns, his robe sweeping behind him as he does.] I'll get the Pharaoh...

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