the_campus | [Event] It couldn't last forever.

[Henry's fingers play with the dice lightly. He's tempted to let the Dark Magician do what he wants and try to break whatever's in these things, because that is a very unnerving idea, but shakes his head after a moment. That would likely not go over well.]

I'll remember to bring my own dice to any games we play.

[He tosses them back over, his eyes glimmering dangerously.]

So what's the catch to that Soul-Body Transfer of yours?

Catch? Why would you think there's a catch?

[His voice is low and dangerous, an amused smile twitching at the corner of his lips. He catches them with ease, tossing them lightly in his hand. Part of him wonders if he can even return those fragments to his soul any more. They might as well be dead.]

Because you're not a fool and not the type to hold back when you're about to die. If there was no catch, you would have used it against Malik instead of coming to us. Or, if you couldn't because of that Item, then you would have used it when Rosenkreuz was trying to take your head off. Wouldn't you?

Keh-!

[He tosses his head, his hair just barely missing the fire, and immediately moves back a short way to make sure that he doesn't accidentally set himself on fire.

That would be such a bitch to deal with.

Scoffing, he folds his arms over his chest and draws his knees up again.]

You see too much...

[It's agreement, despite his grouchiness.]

I am a king.

[He continues.]

As for actually telling me... you did say you would answer any questions I had for you, didn't you? And leveling the playing field by giving us information on your skills would go a long way to making our side more comfortable and would be quite a bit of evidence for your desire to keep peace between you two and us. Keeping peace between us means that there's less conflict and no one is getting stabbed again.

[And by "no one," he means "you two."]

[He senses that quiet undercurrent of 'you two are dead if you fuck with us'. But fine, then. This isn't a battlefield and he doesn't care to ruin things right now. Besides... isn't it more fun if the other person agrees to the highest of stakes?]

Tch... Fine then! While I can fuse part of my soul at any time... To transfer others, there's a caveat.

That Soul-Body Transfer is a 'penalty game' ability. To use it, the target needs to have either lost a game or been rendered unable to play after agreeing to join it. Technically, any competitive activity counts as a game as long as it's acknowledged as one... But it still requires that victory.

Interesting... So, then, how had you intended to take my soul if I refused the game?

[It's nothing more than a curiosity question. Henry had made the deal, so if Ryou died under his protection and Bakura came back for the game, he wouldn't have turned it down. He's just genuinely wondering.]

You agreed to the terms. Are you telling me you'd back out?

[It's a simple answer from a simple mind. The idea of someone refusing to fulfil that agreement is ridiculous.]

Of course not. I'm nothing if not a man of my word. I was simply curious.

[Really, Bakura. Does he seem like the type to back out?]

And that's how I intended to take it.

[He actually does sound serious.]

[Fair enough. Henry nods a little, letting it fall so he can close his eyes and think again. This is... an interesting amount of information to process now. The two they're still on tentative terms with... are far more dangerous than they first appeared.

Hrm... this could be troublesome.]

[Stretching out on the grass, he closes his eyes and tries to relax. It's harder than it seems. The cold seeps into his wounds even though the bandages, making even his tolerance strain to ignore them. Without even realizing it, he's shaking a little.

Thoughtlessly, he sinks his teeth into his lip as a distraction, flicking his tongue out to lick up the blood that seeps out.]

What are you thinking?

Many things. It's hard to keep my mind stilled for any long period of time, with how often I was busy in England.

[He opens an eye to look at Bakura, sighing a little at the shivering. A moment of shifting...

And Bakura's got a balled-up cape smacking him in the chest.]

Wrap yourself in that. I can suffer a little cold for a while.

[Says the one in sleeveless leather armor.]

Oy-!

[He throws it back, irritably.]

You need it more than I do. I'll be fine. I'm not cold.

And that's why you're shivering like a wet puppy, is it?

[It's tossed back over as Henry walks to lay on the opposite side of the fire from Bakura, stretched out with his hands behind his head and his sword by his side. Try throwing it back now!]

I've slept in colder. It hardly bothers me.

...tch...

It hurts, that's all. Cold aggravates burns.

[It takes a lot of effort to admit that. Vulnerability isn't something he likes to confess to, and usually he'd just keep denying it. But right now, he really does feel a bit too rough to cover it up.

...if he throws it back, it'll go into the fire. That jerk! Just for that, he's going to curl up in the cape and enjoy the warmth. Take that, Henry!]

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[Oh no, Bakura did exactly what he wanted! How horrible!]

Then all the more reason for you to use it than me, hm?

[Henry frowns suddenly, noting a weird pressure in the bag on his belt. He reaches down, digging for the unknown feeling of whatever had been placed there, pulling it to see in the light of the fire... what it...

He hears Wynn burst out giggling in his head and guesses where they came from, glancing over at Bakura with a raised eyebrow.]

Fond of makeup, then?

...eh?

[He sits up suddenly, staying wrapped up and looking confused. For a moment he doesn't remember what the hell Henry's talking about before he starts and checks his pockets.]

When the hell did you take those?

I didn't. It seems Wynn found them herself and decided to put them in my pockets when I wasn't looking.

[Henry examines it a bit more, curiously.]

It seems a bit bright for you. Not quite your color.

Oi! It's not mine! Some guy gave me it for losing a game.

[He scoffs. It really is too bright for him.]

I've never bothered with anything other than eyeliner for a long time.

I might see if Harriet or Eleanor want it, then. If you really have no interest in it... I think they could find it interesting.

[He's teasing, really. He's not going to keep something his monsters lifted.]

Heheh. From what I experienced while I was in Eleanor's body, they have plenty of their own. Those women can turn those things into instruments of torture.

[He may be exaggerating, but... well.]

It was your own fault for putting your mind where it didn't belong.

[While it's still joking, there's a threatening undertone in there. Don't do that again, Bakura. They really were not happy with it.]

Oy, oy... I got punished for it enough. I'd almost consider the manicure worse than the attack by Ra.

[That one's definitely exaggerating, but he can't surpress a shudder.]

Besides, I was reclaiming what belongs to me.

That's between you, Malik, and Rosenkreuz. I was careful to keep my hands out of those things as best as I could and I have no intention of getting involved with any of that at all.

[There's a trace of disgust in Henry's voice, despite his best attempt to keep it out. He does not like those things and if they never get into the Roses' hands again, he will be perfectly happy.]

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