CAMPUS WIDE EVENT: SNOWED IN PART II - BLIZZARD

[intercom_voice]

[Starting late that night on the 18th and continuing on throughout the rest of the day, the wind and snow howls, beating against the side of the building as it covers everything in several feet of white.

The lights flicker dangerously, and around noon is when the power finally goes. Those within the building are left in a cold-blue darkness and even the smallest comforts of warmth. Any standing water, and anything with a high water content, ices over within hours.]

((ooc: this blizzard lasts the 19th only, but feel free to backtag! There will be one final post on the 21st to signal the snow melting / closing of the event. Not that this isn't as bad as the blackout event. You can still see what's in front of you, but it is relatively dark inside.))

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[devotedpawn]

[ Barnaby's been preparing for something like this. Ever since the school grounds opened, he's been hunting small game for food and keeping their lard to craft candles. It would have been a waste to do anything but.

The pawn is clutching a saucer filled with multiple candles in one hand, blankets from the dormitory folded over his other arm - only one candle is lit, the others are for when the main light becomes dangerously low. When he happens upon Malik, he's unable to mistake the frantic movements for anything other than desperation. ]

Here, ser. You have a more pressing need for it than this pawn.

[ The bite of the cold does not effect him quite the same way. He has chill bumps but he does not shiver and there is no shake to his voice as he extends the blanket towards the other person. ]

[obeytherod]

[As much as Malik wishes the reject the charity of this stranger, he's cold enough--and he knows that Anubis and Bakura are too--that his pride allows it.]

...Why are you giving this to me? [Even as he folds the blanket up and stuffs it into his bag, his eyes are narrowed with suspicion.]

[devotedpawn]

[ He gives the other a polite inclination of his head. ]

We exist to serve the Arisen; when we are unable to fulfill our purpose, we must tend to other tasks. When happened upon, you appeared cold and so this pawn sought to help.

[obeytherod]

[If he keeps calling himself a pawn, and Malik's going to find it hard to resist taking him up on that offer.]

Is that so? Thank you, then. But now I'm curious; who is this "Arisen"?

[devotedpawn]

The Arisen - 'tis the title given to those that have been chosen by the dragon. Their heart is taken from them and yet they continue to live; they cannot age and they are immune to things that commonly plague humans such as disease and poison.

[ He shifts the plate of candles into his other hand as he sticks out his right palm. A dull scar can be seen, forking in a manner similar to the bones seen in wings. ]

Our scars burn bright upon their coming. They are the only ones capable of felling the beast and so we pawns serve, follow.

[obeytherod]

... [Malik leans in with interest to get a better look at that scar. It was an interesting shape, if anything. It was intricate, much different from the simple slash of a blood oath he had across his own.]

The dragon... [He thinks to the Winged Dragon of Ra card sitting in his deck holder at his side, but he knew that wasn't it.

A thought occurs to him and his lips curve into a frown.]

Do you even know this "dragon"? Don't tell me you've just blindly dedicated yourself to someone you don't even know.

[devotedpawn]

[ Barnaby gives him a curt nod, bringing the candles back between both hands. ]

The Arisen that willed me to his realm sought an end to the dragon's terror. I fought alongside him, though it was for naught; - the Arisen fell. My purpose since then has been to honor his last request.

[obeytherod]

Oh? And what's his last request?

[Malik seems almost mockingly interested.]