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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No, I might as well try. We have unlimited time, it's true... but I'd rather get the hard part out of the way.

[Especially after this morning. He has more reasons that just his love of power for this. If Malik does go out of control, he wants to have some way to counter him.]

But thanks. You're a pretty soothing presence sometimes.

I'm surprised. I'd think someone like me would be an irritating presence, to you.

[Still, he removes his hand, moving to sit across from Bakura again.]

I said 'sometimes', didn't I? [He grins, lifting his hands in surrender.] You can be a pain, but then, most people can. I can think of far more irritating people.

[But it's time to get serious... Taking hold of the card and leaving Ryou's spirit to chat with Henry, he sits back, staring at it thoughtfully. Communicating with the spirits was not something he did often... or at all, really. Monsters were just tools, after all. Why would he bother communicating?

But if this involves their agreement, no wonder it's harder. He stares at the card thoughtfully, fixated by the picture on it. How to speak to it...? He's good at manipulating, but this will be dangerous if the monster doesn't respond favourably. He barely seems to try before something seems to go wrong.

It's like the monster's trying to make contact, and the moment he adds his own attempt to it, a mental connection is forged. His head feels heavy and it's like he's going dizzy. For a moment he feels unnerved. What is this?! It shouldn't be this easy to speak to it.]

[A feeling of warmth floods him, soothing his disconcertion, and he relaxes almost at once. Closing his eyes, he shuts out both of the others, reaching out a mental hand to the spirit. It's like a child reaching out to its parent. Almost enough to make him laugh. He's no child... but those feelings don't go away. Wordlessly, he slumps to lie on the ground.

Who are you...? Why do I feel like I know you? he asks quietly, and receives only those warm feelings wrapping around him in response. Protective... this warmth is...? But this is absurd. He can tell this is a spirit born of hatred. The feeling emanates from it as easily as he feels its sickening light. Why is it so warm towards him? It's a being of purity and a being of hatred. Two conflicting sides. A twisted mess that should not feel so comfortable as to play with him so easily. It shouldn't even exist. He can tell that much. It's... unnatural.

Something was wrong here. Can't you speak? he wonders, and the answer returns in feelings rather than words. Something seems to be coiling around his spirit protectively, foregoing the contact of words. A feeling that can only be called 'agreement'. Tch... so there will be no answer there. If it can't speak, how will he know-?

I need your power... will you lend it to me?

The demand comes clumsily, spilling into his mind from a stray thought. He mentally slaps himself for being so clumsy as to just blurt it out, but there's no anger in response. Something else surges, however. A possessiveness. Protectiveness. Devotion.

What the hell is this card?]

... ... ... ... ... ... ... ... ... ... ... ...

I need to find out where the fuck she got this card.

Bakura?

[Without his deck leader armor, Henry couldn't sense much himself, but the Charmers had suddenly seemed to be unnerved, hiding in his deck from something they could see.

It's not a good sign.]

...It made the connection on its own. I barely had to lower my mental walls and it was in my mind.

[Bakura's unnerved himself, though it's hard to explain why. He doesn't sense a threat from it. Quite the opposite, really. But it's unnerving him somehow. Like something out-of-place is trying to fit in where it shouldn't.]

It -- what?!

[He sits up straighter, confusion and alarm on his face. It made a connection... on its own? That wasn't something many monsters he could think of did. Even the Dark Magician -- Mahad -- hadn't done that, because there were just so many things that could go wrong with it. The human was always the more fragile, so if the monster controlled the connection...!

...If it had been anyone but Bakura, he's afraid to think of what would have happened. He takes a breath in, slowly.]

I think... it would be best that you see about strengthening your connection with it before you try to manifest that armor. If it's that eager, then it could easily make something go wrong.

Yeah. You don't have to tell me twice.

[Henry's reaction only serves to tighten the discomforting realization that something is very wrong here. What the hell is it? Why is it so eager? He lets out a shaking breath, opening his eyes again.

It's flooding his mind, in a way. He can't feel anything else but its presence. It's like it's making itself at home. Keh, what the hell...?]

This duel monster... I can't hear it, but I can feel it.

That part is not unnatural... there are some of them that don't or can't speak, and instead communicate with emotions and feelings. But ones that start the connection, I've never heard of it like that! There are some that, when the duelist tries to make a connection, were so eager for it that their feelings came through, but humans are so fragile... a sudden, unexpected link controlled by the monster could end in death -- or worse -- for the human trying to call on them!

[He looks at the card suspiciously, warily.]

...Please, be careful. If something goes wrong the damage may very well be irreversible.

[Henry had never heard of a connection started this way? That was worrying. He can't even sit up right now. It's difficult to focus on speaking, never mind anything else. Everything he has is going into keeping his senses. But there's no feeling of hostility from it. There's almost a feeling of completion, like a jigsaw puzzle being put together with the wrong parts being forced into place.]

I'll do what I can to keep it from causing damage, but I've never had something inside my mind like this. Especially something this... clingy.

Clingy?

[Something about that chills him. What is it trying to do? He can sense something is wrong here, but creatures can't take over the body of a human. What does it want?

...]

Bakura... what element is it? Do you know?

Yeah, clingy... It's hard to describe. Like it's embracing my soul. It feels... possessive, somehow.

[Element... he can't lift the card to look, but he's sure he knows.]

Dark. At least, that's what it seems to be. But... It's odd. Even though it's got that element, there's something about it that feels infuriatingly holy. Even though it's obviously not.

[Dark... in response, Dharc appears beside him, betraying Henry's thoughts.]

Bakura... I think it would be best to sever this connection, for now. I've never seen that creature, and what's happening is... something I've never even heard of. It worries me, and I think that it best you not be so tightly tied for now.

[He knows the kid's there. But part of him really doesn't want to do this. As if in response to the threat, the creature in his mind tightens its grip, then simply, with a feeling of regret... breaks the connection. He winces, bringing a hand up to his head.]

Ah, fuck... that hurt.

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[At least that seemed to do it. Dharc gratefully disappears, Henry moving to sit next to Bakura again and inspect him.]

Did you force it to release?

[He can't sense anything wrong... and Bakura isn't coughing blood...]

It went on its own. Like it knew it would be forced out, and preferred to leave on its own terms, rather than cause more pain than it had to. It felt... like it was sad.

[Ugh. His head is pounding. He'll have to try this again later.]

It just ripped the connection shut.

...Interesting...

So even possessive, even forcing that initial connection... it cares for you. That is, at least, a relief. If that's the case, it's unlikely it will do anything intentionally to harm you.

But that very forced connection is what makes me question it. [Henry's hand moves up, rubbing his eyes. He suddenly feels so very tired.] Be careful... practicing with it. Try to tell it to curb that enthusiasm.

[He feels a slight tremor go through his hand and quickly squashes it, not intending to let Bakura see. No, no, Bakura is the last one who needs to see this, and Ryou too.]

We're done for today. Practice with your Deck Leaders, and I'll come find you again later.

[Huh? Henry seemed so snappish... he must have really been worried about the duel monster.]

Un. Please take care.

Yeah... I'll do my best.

[He needs to think. Tch... his mood is shot again.]

Ryou, I'm going to sleep for a little while. Don't bother Malik.

Later, Henry.

[And with that, he retreats into the Ring, leaving Ryou blinking in confusion.]

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