the_campus | MINGLE: What's that in the sky? It's a bird, it's a plane--no, it's Malik up to his usual shit.

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MINGLE: What's that in the sky? It's a bird, it's a plane--no, it's Malik up to his usual shit.

[For anybody awake mid-afternoon on the 22nd, outside or caring enough to look at their windows, they might notice a blinding light accompanied by the sudden appearance of a God.

It seems to be one hell of an escape attempt, the golden dragon's wings splayed wide as it sent forth a seemingly never ending stream of fire towards the sky. But something stopped it, an invisible wall of sorts, curling those flames back as if hitting the inside of glass dome. The great beast stops after awhile, starts again, and then disappears in the same bright flash from whence it came.

Pinpointing a location is hard, but whoever seems to have brought the creature about appears to have been at the cliff side behind the school. Of course, they were long gone by the time anybody got there... ]

((ooc: so, this is basically a reaction mingle, for anybody who's interested! since the event would be visible to anybody who cared to look. tag around with each other and so on~ Malik, Harriet, and Bakura won't be around the area anymore, but they still might tag around depending, and the odds are greater if it's a post-summoning starter, since they'll be back in the school a little while after.))

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It would. Our dueling requires the use of the magic already present inside of us. Strengthening it through whatever means you choose is acceptable, but it must be your magic. I imagine, through contact with the Ring, Ryou's is already strong enough to be able to do this on his own... and you, as well.

[He looks to Ryou, trying to read the teen's face to guess at the success. It should be just fine... after all, they had done a little practice with this before. But the one thing he knew about these monsters was that they could be very unpredictable.]

[Strong enough to do it on his own... He can do it. Henry's guess about the Ring is right. The magic it carries irreparably affects the holder.

With that thought to relax himself, he finds it easier.]

Tch... I'm not worried... About either of us.

[His only acknowledgement to Bakura is a nod.]

Can you hear her, Ryou?

Un. This is incredible...

[Ryou's voice is filled with surprise. It's faint, but it's there, the resounding voice of the ancient spirit. But it's harder to speak aloud while focusing on this. Odd... for such a cold spirit, it feels warm, speaking with it. That's right... Ice is both protection and danger. It both traps and guards, freezes and shields. It's kind of fascinating...

Is that so? You don't seem like an unkind spirit at all, nee-san. You're really friendly!
Hehe... is that right? It's been a long time since I've spoken to a human.
I'll talk to you all you want, no matter how this turns out. We're friends, right?
Friends... humans are so quick to make friends.
You called to me. That's why I chose you. So I think... we're friends. If you want to be.
I think... I would enjoy that, little snowflake. ]

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[Henry smiles, falling silent to let them talk. His fingers go down to his deck, feeling out the warmth of the Dark Magician card and closing his eyes.

After a little while of this, he speaks again, looking to Ryou. He wonders if it will really be this easy... but Ryou did have a habit of winning people over. It worked on him, after all.]

Whenever you feel it proper... ask her if she'll lend you her power. If she'll be your partner.

I will!

[That's right, nee-san. I wanted to ask you something. It's okay if you don't want to, but I'd be most grateful... And it'd mean I'd be able to talk to you more easily, too, I think.

And so the negotiations continue, just a little longer, before he smiles and opens his eyes, giving Henry a firm nod.]

[That was easier than he could have hoped. But now came the hard part.]

Now that she's lent her power to you... you have to take it into yourself, to make that armor and open the summoning to you. But you have to do so while being careful not to draw too much and hurt yourself, or draw her too far into your soul.

Focus deeply, until you can make a spiritual connection with her. Not a feeling, but a magical one, that you can "touch," in a way. When you have that, imagine the armor on yourself, to give you a framework.

...u-un. I'll try.

[His voice belies his lack of confidence, but he does his best to bite that back. The second-worst thing he could do in this is to falter. Blacking out everything else, every annoying sound or feeling of discomfort as he sits cross-legged on the ground, he holds the card in his hand and tries to focus.

This time, it'll take quite a while. His mind keeps trying to wander, and he has to keep pulling it back to the focusing. Too many worries, too many awkward thoughts. He's never had to concentrate this hard on something before.]

[Henry understands. Does he understand. He was a child when his mother began his training, and this was only a part of it. A wandering mind, that uncertainty, and many other things... yes, he knows what Ryou is feeling.

And as such, he does the same thing that Margaret did for him. He remains completely silent, eyes closed, and not interrupting. But still there, if needed, in arm's reach if it came to it to snatch away that power.

He believes in his son... believes that Ryou is strong enough to do this and pure enough to bond with a monster in a way that he could trigger such a thing so soon.

He just has to trust him.]

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[For once, Bakura doesn't interfere either. Though he's bored stiff waiting for the boy, he lies on his back (in spirit form) with his hands linked behind his head, staring up at the sky and mulling over his thoughts.]

[His training with Jack has helped a little, made it easier for him to open himself up to something like this. But it doesn't help with the most difficult parts of this. All it does it make his side of the connection easier to open.

The focusing takes almost all the mental strength he has, taking an ungodly amount of time before he even comes close to the level needed. Everything else has to be shut out. Everything has to be worn away. It's almost agonizingly slow and so full of frustration that he has to stop over and over, only to start again.

But then, something seems to happen. It's not a conscious change. Like the sudden give in something that has been pushed relentlessly, something bends. Something changes. After an absolute age of effort, his mind simply switches into silence and calm. It's like sleep, but he knows he's awake. There's simply nothing else but the cause of his focus. He reaches out slowly in his mind and touches something cold but gentle, firm and strong and strange, but familiar.

A chill inside of him heralds the feel of that connection. Something is flowing between them now. Something given... and something taken. It's almost painful - no, it is painful, he realizes dully. Those channels of magic within him have opened for the first time, and it's like the energy flowing into him is burning him from the inside with its coldness and power. And he can't stop it, he can't stop his mind from calling it in-]

Nn...

[No, he can't give rise to panic. Gritting his teeth, he throws all of his focus against it, forcing the flow of energy to slow. It's pure instinct he's going by now, forgetting the instructions in favor of damage control. It has to work in synchronization. Not forced, but not uncontrolled. Like a natural dam, controlling the flow of a river. Letting in only as much as is needed at any one time... and preventing the build-up from getting too high to be controlled.

And...

Switch. He breathes a sigh of relief as he manages to gain control over the flow of it, preventing it from flooding him. How long did it take? He doesn't know. It feels like a lifetime.

Absentmindedly, he makes a note that it was probably not a good idea to work with a monster that strong so early.]

[Henry bristles a little at the pained sound, but keeps himself firmly where he is, just listening. He has to trust in Ryou and his partner, trust that the harm can be prevented, but be ready if not. His hand lifts, prepared to call out something to stop that connection, to try to somehow stem the magic and sever the connection --

-- but it's not needed, he can feel soon after. That sigh relieves him and he lowers his hand again, quietly giving one of his own. That scared him, a little...]

Good... you have it controlled through you now, don't you?

U-un. [His voice is hushed, an embarrassed note within it. For a moment there he'd been terrified.]

Sorry. Did I worry you?

Yes, a little... but I had faith that you could do it. It's hard, it's painful... but I believe in your strength.

[His smile is present in his words, though Henry himself is remaining in that meditative pose.]

[That unnatural feeling... host, where did you gain that level of control? What the hell has he been training you in?

Bakura's thoughts are filled with suspicion, though he doesn't even glance over, as if he hadn't even felt the chill of that ice-cold power.

How many secrets are you hiding from me now?]

So I need to... imagine the armor on me, you said?

[Okay. He can do that. Though he has to take a look at the card to get the idea of what it looks like cemented in his head.]

Yes. Direct that flow of magic to outside of you, cloak around you, in the form of the garb of the one lending that power to you. But you must be very slow and careful with it. The armor is weightless, magic, lacking restriction, but it is as tough as steel.

[He has a weird chill about something, an odd foreboding sense... but what?]

Caution and control are more important than speed.

So if I mess up, it could probably manifest wrong and injure me...

[Despite the worrying thought, he feels oddly calm now that the flow of magic is there at all.]

Well, slow and steady wins the race.

[And it will be slow. The magic wrapping around him bonds to its form tediously slow. It's like he's knitting it into shape, carefully tracing magic with magic, piece by piece. Odd. It doesn't feel so cold now, this magic. It doesn't burn as badly as it did before, though those channels of magic within him still ache from their sudden opening.

If he hadn't befriended the monster first, it would have been much more hellish, he's sure. Step by step, little by little, the magic cloaks around him, wraps over him protectively.

And at last, he holds his hand up to his face, staring at the white sleeve coating his arm before curiously touching the helmet he's wearing. This is... not the weirdest-looking thing he's ever worn. He did possess Lady of Faith back then, after all. But it comes close. He looks like a cosplayer. It should feel odd, but it doesn't, beyond a faint tingling of magic.]

[Henry opens his eyes when he feels the familiar presence of magic, looking over Ryou with a smile that's nothing short of a gleeful father. He nods, proudly, and holds a hand out to place lightly on Ryou's shoulder.]

You've done it.

This is amazing! Thank you for teaching me this.

[He smiles bright at Henry, filled with amazement. He'd never imagined being able to do anything like this before.

...his mind is kind of exhausted, though. More so than his body, which seems to be running high from the energy within it.]

You're welcome. But for now, however your partner's energy makes you feel, just doing that must have worn you out. Your next lesson is simple: don't let the feeling of that magic cloud the judgement of your own body.

Release the armor for now and rest. If you push yourself too far, the toll will be on more than your mind.

Un. [He nods firmly, closing his eyes and focusing on dispersing the armor. It takes a few tries before he's back in his usual clothes and he sinks back to lie on the grass.]

My mind's like a cloud of fog right now...

[Henry moves over to sit by him, letting his own armor fall and reaching out to lace his fingers through Ryou's hair affectionately.]

Rest. Once Bakura's turn is done, this is where we will stop for today. You've done well.

[He leans into the touch, murmuring contentedly, and nods. A little bit of an evil thought occurs to him and he tries something he hasn't tried before, but which he's sure he can do.

Without warning, he retreats to let Bakura into control.]

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