[Event] It couldn't last forever.

[helpusduelist]

[The lights going out had certainly surprised Henry, but he had been prepared for such a thing. He didn't fully understand the "electricity" that this place seemed to have, and thus, lacking that understanding, he had decided to prepare in case it disappeared.

Just like it had now.

Candles in that old-style holder and lit, Henry at least had some visibility despite the pressing darkness. Making sure to store away the others (at least after making sure Eleanor and Jack had ones themselves) he's started off into the Campus, looking for anyone lost in this darkness to help them find their way back to their dorms, or wherever else it was they wanted to go.]

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[helpusduelist]

[...Wha?

Henry pulls the coat back a bit to look at it, turning a head to give Bakura the most skeptical, confused, and "what do you want" look he's ever gotten before.]

[fluffydeathdealer]

Don't give me that look! Just give that back to me when this is all over. I've lost one coat I was fond of already. I don't want to lose another!

[He scowls at Henry as seriously as if he were telling him something important rather than warning him about the coat.]

[helpusduelist]

[The look is still firmly on him, and Henry is now checking the coat suspiciously for something. He's not sure what -- daggers? Poison? Something else?]

You'll forgive me if I'm a bit confused at a random kindness from you, I hope?

[fluffydeathdealer]

[There's actually very little in the pockets. A strip of painkillers is probably the only thing of interest there.]

'Kindness'? Don't be a fool! As easy as it would be to let you just freeze to death, it's annoying trying to talk to someone who's half-dead from the cold.

[helpusduelist]

Heh... so it's a selfish thing for your own entertainment? That I can understand.

[He seems content with the explanation and pulls the coat over him. With it and his thick cape, he's starting to feel warmer already.]

Sit down, then. It's annoying trying to talk to someone behind me.

[fluffydeathdealer]

...Tch.

[He hesitates before moving over to sit cross-legged on the ground beside him. There's still a good distance between the two - and between him and the fire. But at least Henry can see who he's talking to now.]

Fine then. But there's no need for me to get too close. I don't feel cold at all.

[helpusduelist]

You have an interesting endurance, then. I've marched through rain, mud, and clouds, and even I'm feeling chilled.

[Henry's eyes drift to the fire and he quirks his eyebrow at it. There's a giggle in his soul and he's not sure what's going, sitting up --

-- just as a monster bursts out of the fire right at Bakura, swinging flames and embers in his direct with a sharp yell.]

1/2

[fluffydeathdealer]

[Bakura shrieks in response, recoiling reflexively - only to realize too late those flames and embers aren't real. Luckily for him, he didn't manage to grab his deck before he did.]

2/3

[fluffydeathdealer]

[...he's never looked more like his host than he does right now, twitching on the ground.]

3

[fluffydeathdealer]

THE HELL DO YOU THINK YOU'RE DOING, YOU TRAITOR!

[He half-shrieks the words at her, sitting up to yell a stream of curses that even Eleanor would raise an eyebrow at.]

[helpusduelist]

[Henry has promptly doubled over, laughing loudly and uncontrollably with both his arms laced over his stomach.

OH GOD, HAVE MERCY...


Hiita giggles as he falls, then when he yells at her, she pulls down her eyelid and sticks her tongue out with her fox mimicking the gesture, both making fun of him.]

[fluffydeathdealer]

Kh...

[He flashes her the middle finger in response, face burning with humilation and rage.]

[helpusduelist]

[Hiita just laughs at him, then disappears back into Henry's soul. Henry is nearly falling off the log, still unable to get his laughing fit back under control.]

[fluffydeathdealer]

It's not that amusing!

[Ugh... He can't even look at Henry, he's too humiliated. Maybe he should just... distract him. What had Henry said right before?]

You were asking about my endurance, right?

[helpusduelist]

[...Okay. He's calm. He's... still snickering, but he's calm. Ahem.]

Yes, I was.

[fluffydeathdealer]

Tch! [Asshole.]

It's got nothing to do with my physical being. It's just a benefit of being me. I don't have the same problems with pain or temperature as my host would. I can endure things that would kill him out of sheer shock.

[helpusduelist]

I see... so you stay in control during times like this to spare him the suffering, or keep his life from ending.

[He hadn't thought that was a thing. Interesting.]

[fluffydeathdealer]

It's only natural. This body is frail.

[Drawing his hair over his shoulder, he picks leaves out of it from when he hit the deck. His next words are callously cold.]

If Ryou had been in control at any time during those first two days, you two would never have met.

[helpusduelist]

...Hmm.

[That's all Henry can say to that. He doesn't honestly believe Bakura is kind; it's a sake of keeping the body intact, he believes. As it is, he leaves it at that, changing the subject.]

Tell me about your "Gods."

[fluffydeathdealer]

[Henry is smart. He sees things how they really are and Bakura appreciates that.]

Do you mean the actual Gods, or the God Cards?

[helpusduelist]

Both, eventually. For now, begin with the one that attacked us the other night. The "God Cards," I believe.

[fluffydeathdealer]

The "Winged Dragon of Ra"... It's a one of a kind. I don't know the details precisely of how it came to be in Malik's hands. Or what the significance of it being in the modern world is. I assume it's the same as all of the cards... that Industrial Illusions discovered their images and turned them into a childish game without realizing what they had converted. At any rate, though Malik has fakes, there is only one true Ra.

It's an ancient monster... and one that was originally only the Pharaoh's to wield. After all... in ancient Egypt, the Pharaoh was believed to be the son of Ra. Only he would have been able to handle it. It would accept no other master.

For Malik to bring it into this world not once, but twice... I think if your friend hadn't killed him, he'd have died on his own.

[helpusduelist]

[Henry's face grims and darkens as Bakura talks, staring into the fire with the intense focus of a warlord at planning. His fingers tap on his leg and he says nothing, for the moment.]

...Hrm.

[That's all. To know that it couldn't properly be controlled is... well, he's not sure. On one hand, to know that Malik couldn't bring that onto them in any good battle is nice, but an uncontrolled beast can sometimes be even more dangerous...

He finally leans forward, resting his elbows on his legs and lacing his fingers together, leaning his head against them in thought.]

[fluffydeathdealer]

...

[Well. He'll take that as a cue to keep talking.]

Originally, these games were played with actual summons, if I'm right. Magic was common enough in old Egypt. But by Ryou and Malik's time, it was long-since gone. The knowledge of how to do it is held only within me, now... Malik... and perhaps that guy.

I'm the one who taught Malik how to summon... that's why I was so surprised that he managed it. It seems the other Malik's darkness is enough to bolster his abilities.

For whatever reason, it feeds off of darkness.

[helpusduelist]

Actual summons, similar to what we do in our War Duels. It seems like something believable enough, considering us. Especially as Egypt's magic was still present, if Ishtar was any indication.

[That devil that feeds off darkness... Henry grumbles at that, clearly unhappy. There's so much that's coming forward to face them, and he has so much less to work with here. It's frustrating!]

I'll remember that.