[Closed Log]

[obeytherod]

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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[whiterosefoes]

[Damn. She's been trying to hold it in. She sniffs]

G-Go back to sleep. You're, [hic] tired, I can tell, I'm fine...

[helpusduelist]

...I'll be all right. [He seems to realize where he is, but his body is too sore and tired to let him push himself up at present, so he just turns to look up at her.

Crying. The poor girl... she probably blames herself, doesn't she? He lifts his hand, moving it to try to dry her face -- lacking any sort of clean cloth on him, it will have to do.]

[whiterosefoes]

[At having her tears wiped, her face scrunches up and she bites her lip. It only seems to make her cry more.]

Henry... i-is Elly... dead?

[helpusduelist]

No, I don't think so, Harriet. Call it a sense, but I believe that Eleanor is just fine.

[He smiles gently, nodding a little.]

She's as strong as you are, after all.

[whiterosefoes]

Strong... ahahaha...

What... good is that? When I'm strong like this, a-all that happens is, I become a weapon!

[helpusduelist]

Then you need to focus on mental strength as well. That magic was twisted, Harriet, and what you were forced to do you have not an ounce of guilt for. And if it wasn't for your help, I couldn't have saved you.

[He tries to dry off her tears again.]

[whiterosefoes]

[she doesn't stop him. She doesn't agree that she's guiltless - the things inside of her that Malik twisted to create that version of her came from somewhere real and vulnerable, that she's ashamed to admit exist. Especially after remembering the wonderful things he said to her. That sweetness only makes the bitter things hurt more.

Still, as he brushes a tear beneath her eye and says she helped, she smiles a bit fondly]

You drew Soul of the Pure... [and she just laughs. If nothing else, her card really did save his life.]

I-I don't really hate you, you know. Thank you for saving me too.

[helpusduelist]

Mm, I did. And who do you think was the one who helped me draw it?

[He smiles a bit brighter, nodding slightly.]

I know you don't, Harriet. Whatever you did feel, it was warped and twisted beyond what it originally had been. Please... don't hold yourself responsible for what happened.

And I am sorry for needing to hurt you.

[whiterosefoes]

You're the one who's hurt...

[There's still a burn on his face that she's getting a very good view of when they're this close. And his leg is probably still damaged too.]

[helpusduelist]

That was through the fault of Malik, no other. And I've certainly suffered worse.

[Actually, that leg hurts like fuck right now, but he's not letting it show.]

[whiterosefoes]

No, I mean - we should probably get back. I didn't unconsciously send you fate cards so you could die of gangrene in a forest.

[oh look, her snark is coming back. You're doing it Henry, you're bringing her back to normal]

[helpusduelist]

[Excellent. He'll just laugh good-naturedly at that, pushing himself up stiffly.]

Well, Rose Duelist, how do you suggest we get out?

[He is inspecting his leg, though. The wounds were thankfully at least sort of sealed by the heal and armor, but it's probably going to be stiff to walk on for a while...]

[whiterosefoes]

[she'll sit up next to him and take out her deck]

Three words: Centaur Butt Rides.

[helpusduelist]

[Henry raises an eyebrow, but can't quite stifle a laugh.]

Do you have the energy for that?

[whiterosefoes]

Details!

[she's not sure actually.]

[helpusduelist]

Well, then, give it a try.

[He grunts under his breath, shifting his leg. Okay, the fact that he can't move it very well is probably not a good sign...]

[whiterosefoes]

[eyeing that. Yeah, okay, she's gonna make this rave centaur come out even if it tires her out.]

Transmute unto me, O Deck Leader!

[Armors

Summons

Sits

and then she was a Parshath riding a Parshath]

D'ya need help on?

[helpusduelist]

I think I can manage it.

[He can, in fact. He's used to getting on horses with wounded arms or legs, so this isn't much different. Swinging up behind Harriet, he reaches around her to get a firm grip.

It's kind of uncomfortable, but...]

Close enough....

[whiterosefoes]

[She smiles at him over her shoulder, although it's a bit of a shadowed one - this was her idea, but now that she's back in her deck leader armor, it feels a bit too soon. Like any moment, the uncontrolled hatred could claw its way out of the depths of her mind and she could start saying those horrible things to him again.]

... Let's ride.

[and the centaur knight gallops off into the woods toward the campus]