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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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[His lip was swollen now from that bite earlier...Malik should really dig his nails in. But he's satisfied with stopping when a bit of blood stains the bandage for now.]

Bastard...

[Bakura's visible eye narrows at him. He can't see the blood, but the pain itself is a warning. If Malik reopened the would, he'll damn well bite the wound to his side next time. With those grouchy thoughts, he continues on, being a little less considerate with his speed this time. If Malik gets jolted, so be it.]

Keh...

[Malik closes his eyes again, reveling in his little victory.

During the rest of the walk, he does end up getting jostled a few times, causing the young Egyptian to hiss and bite down on his already bloody lip. Bakura gets a few warning looks along the way.

Other than that...the walk isn't too eventful, and in an hour's time they arrive at their destination.]

[He sets him down with the bare minimum of gentleness required to not reopen Malik's wound, stepping away for a moment to check his reflection in the stream. The red on the bandage makes it clear, and without thinking, he brings his own hand up to it.

Poke.]

Ow... At least there's water here.

Ow... [Malik grits his teeth, shooting Bakura a warning look as he walks away to check out his reflection.]

Good. It would have been problematic if we had to go run out and get some every day.

[He gives the area a quick, surveying glance.] And with our backs to a wall like this...we can't be ambushed from behind.

It'll cut off the wind somewhat, too. You should be a little warmer here.

[Should he take off the bandages and check the stitches? ...no. He won't die from this small amount of blood flow. At worst, it'll make the inevitable scarring a little more jagged. He can live with that. Ryou will just have to deal with it. Grabbing the water bottle, he refills it with the cool, refreshing stream water and brings it over to Malik.]

Here. If you're still not hungry, at least drink something.

...Good. I'm cold enough already. [Cold, but still sweaty. It was an irritating, and slightly worrying combination. He really had lost a lot of blood...hadn't he? Maybe it would have been better to stay back for a second IV bag. Oh well, it was too late for second thoughts now.]

Hm... [Malik reaches out, taking the water bottle. Much like before, he drinks the whole thing within a couple minutes.]

So, Bakura, start telling me how monster summoning works.

[Once the bottle's empty, he refills it before dropping it back inside the bag and sitting beside Malik.]

You know of the origins of the cards, I assume? When a monster is summoned within the Shadow Realm, the connection between the human world and the dark world is strongest. The cards are simply conduits. While the Items make summoning them easier, even trivial, within that world, anyone could actually summon a monster if they've connected with it.

Back in history, it was considered a forbidden art, used only by a few people. Even then, it was a power that takes both dedication and mental strength. Not only does the connection need to be sustained, but weaker minds would be consumed by their own summons. Though most weaker people would not be able to summon anything save their own ka. Doing that holds a risk, however, because if your ka is destroyed, you'd be killed also.

[His memories are fuzzy, but that knowledge is ingrained upon his mind.]

Hm.. [It's a lot to take in, and Malik has to think in silence for a moment as he combs over the new information. Once he feels he understands, he reaches into his deck and pulls out Spirit Reaper. With 300 attack points, it was the weakest monster he owned.]

How do I connect with the monster within the card? I mean...

[He closes his eyes, thoughtful.] Is it like using the Millennium Rod? I should be able to just feel it...

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That's a good way to think of it. Once your mind can recognise the card as being just a doorway, it should be easier. But for now just focus on it the same way you would with the Rod.

[Folding his arms, he leans back against the mountainside, watching him.]

Okay. I'll try that then...

[Malik holds the card between his finger tips, his brow pointed downwards as he concentrates.

Between his fingers...he held a doorway connected to the Spirit Reaper. Its power, although weak, was still there. If he could just feel it, crack the door open and reach inside...like he did with the Millennium Rod. Except now, instead of warping and suffocating the minds of others with his charisma, or blistering their own loathing and insecurities for his own use--he was simply calling out to something from the shadows.

Suddenly, he lets out a small gasp. He could feel it, a dark power, and with it a twinge of pain in his temple. But Malik ignores the pain, instead reaching deeper, trying to draw out that darkness from within the card.

In front of him, there's a swirling of dark energy, the vague shape of a monster bubbling up.]

[The feeling of pressure and darkness welling up in the area is a signal even before the shape appears. The connection doesn't look stable, but it's a start. Considering Malik's condition, he's impressed that he even got this far.

Usually, a normal person would be incapable of summoning within this world. The magic within this world had faded, after all. But the existence of the Items created a window. Where they were, magic existed.

Those who were touched by the items were touched by that magic. It awoke them. It changed them. With those 'keys', anything was possible. For Bakura himself, summoning was easy. Magic was practically a part of him. For Malik, it would take some time. He doesn't speak. He just watches.]

Ah... [Malik suddenly grows faint, and what little start he had vanishes as the young Egyptian brings a hand to his head. It takes all he can to not suddenly lose consciousness again, his hand clammy and wet as it presses against his forehead.]

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Not bad! Heheh. You should rest for a while before you try again. The last thing you need is to burn out entirely on the first try.

... [Malik returns the card to his deck after the moment passes, although he's still feeling a little dizzy and out of breathe.]

Pass me the bag. I need to...eat something.

[He hands it over without a word of protest, looking smug. At least he resists an 'I told you to eat more'.]

[More canned food...but Malik supposes he can deal with it.

He grabs some black beans this time and, after opening the can and rummaging around for a spoon, begins to eat. This time, he finishes the entire thing.

Malik licks his lips when he's done, tossing the can back into the bag.]

Ahh...I needed that.

What now? We're going to be out here for a while, it seems.

[He should have brought a game with him.]

...I don't know. Entertain yourself. I'm going to lay down for a little while.

[He still needed to rest up, after all. Now was as good a time as any. So, shifting himself forward a bit to make room, Malik lays down, tucking his arms behind his head as a makeshift pillow.]

Fine, whatever.

[He scoffs, sitting beside him while Malik falls asleep. Before long, however, he gets fairly bored. An idea comes to mind. If he can just move Malik so he's less visible, and leave something to guard him and alert him if anyone approached... yes, that seems doable. It'd be wise to examine the surrounding area after all.

So he does just that.

The problem comes when he himself realizes he's tired. Without even realizing it, he relinquishes his hold on Ryou and retreats into the Ring to rest.]

...huh?

[The radio silence from his other self lends no clue as to why he's out in the middle of the jungle in the middle of the day, with bandages over his face and a considerable amount of pain behind them.

Though his shock is at first pretty great, he tries to supress it in favour of getting back home and figuring out what the hell is wrong with his face.

It's not until he gets back to the school that out of the corner of his eye, he sees a familiar person...

[The Penalty Game fades.

Silence fades to normalcy. The first thing he realizes is that the things beneath his fingers are once more solid. His legs shaking, he grabs onto the wall for support and is relieved when it doesn't simply pass through his fingers. As much as he'd like that ability sometimes, the Penalty Game has given him enough of it for a short lifetime. It had felt like one, that much was certain. It felt like a much greater time had passed, trapped in that torment. For a moment he doesn't even know what day it is. Though it's the same day, he's not sure. It feels like too much time has passed.

The shock of the punishment is pretty heavy, even for him, so even as he returns to the jungle to try to find Malik, he's swaying somewhat. By the time he gets close to their hiding spot, he's seething. Paler than usual, eyes slightly wider, and looking honestly as if he's seen a ghost that pissed him off a great amount, if Malik was awake by that point he might get a shock.

But if all honesty had to come into play, there was something he wouldn't admit all that easily.

Right now, part of him just wanted Malik to speak to him at all. Yell at him, tease him, berate him; it didn't matter. If Malik spoke to him, it meant he was there. That he was recognised. That he existed.

Right now, he wasn't sure that he existed at all.]

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[Malik woke up in recluse, except for the Man-Eater Bug guarding him at the front of the small mountain-side niche.

Or...well, previously guarding. Malik had grown bored too, and was now playing catch with the creature. He threw a rock, Man-Eater Bug caught it. He threw another rock, Man-Eater Bug caught it. Ad nauseam. On top of that, his Spirit Reaper card was laying nearby, suggesting that Malik had been practicing trying to summon it.

When the other man enters, Malik looks up, relieved to see his partner hadn't tried abandoning him. He never doubted it though, considering Man-Eater Bug's presence.]

Ah, there you are Bakura. I was beginning to wonder...if... [He trails off, lips pulling into a lopsided look of confusion. He'd never seen Bakura wear such a look on his face before. It's as if he's seen a ghost.] Did something happen?

[Bakura strode closer, making note of the game Malik had been playing for later. He'd ask him about it then. First, he was just going to drop to his knees in front of him, and reach out his hands to touch Malik's face.

A flood of relief filled him at the connection. Malik was very warm. Even a person as isolated as him couldn't have stood that world of intangibility for too long. But Malik had asked a question, right? What was it again?]

What did you say, Malik?

...Uh, Bakura...? [Malik's eyes widen, startled by how the other man drops to his knees and touches his face. It wasn't a threatening touch at all...it almost felt desperate. It was completely unlike him.

Malik repeats his question again.]

Did something happen?

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