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tushanshu_logs2014-06-04 09:12 pm
denyamenti) wrote in tushanshu_logs2014-06-04 09:12 pm
[OPEN] To a place remote and far away...
Characters: Bakura & OPEN
Date: June catch-all log
Location: Various around Keeliai. Some general scenes in starters or make your own :)
Situation: Assorted! Bakura's been laying fairly low since being killed by the Mandarin, though he was at the Palace siege. He may have been seen asking around about the black armor. All threads come after this post unless otherwise noted.
Warnings/Rating: Add warnings if needed in subject headers.
A. EMILY-HELEN
The young turtle hatchling can't understand why she feels so terribly alone in a city full of lovely people, but she does and despite her intelligence and maturity well beyond her several months of life, she is still essentially a child who can no longer contact one of her parent figures and another of whom is steadfastly ignoring her. With Barnaby's abrupt disappearance from Tu Vishan, her desire to feel safe and protected only grows and though she loves Hal Jordan, she's now even more insistent to connect with her other caregiver. So she's trying a broader approach and broadcasting telepathically to anyone who'll listen, but especially the other parents of her brothers and sisters, with a message that is essentially "please help, my other new papa doesn't love me!".
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B. EARTH SECTOR
He'd had to expand his search outward from the Water Sector where the original incident had taken place, having not found anything of use from the kedan in that area regarding the black armor. Despite having met with Skulduggery and Solomon about them investigating his murder, he wasn't holding much expectation of anything to come from it. Bakura had gone for far too long trusting only himself to get anything that benefited him accomplished. He was several blocks from hospital, about the same distance as he'd been when he'd encountered Bianca that first night. If the armored someone was keeping tabs, perhaps this would be enough to draw them out again. Failing that, he suspected that (since he now knew Bianca's disappearance had played a factor in the incident) he could narrow the list of suspects by watching who hung around this area most often.
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C. WOOD SECTOR
His regular job of repairing nets at the fish market in the Water Sector had petered out with the increased tensions around the city, even though that row of stalls itself hadn't been damaged in the attacks. But jobs weren't mandatory for Foreigners at the moment and there were more pressing things to focus on than ripped netting, so he was soundly out of work. It wasn't even that he needed the money, because he didn't especially-- he just hated to be idle. So from the Water Sector he wandered over to Wood, more familiar to him since he'd worked previously in this area at Korra's dojo.
It was actually a small paddock of tethered kirin that caught his attention. The carts along the side of the fence indicated this was some kind of transport for hire for within the city (or without, he supposed, for hauling supplies and such) but the animals were restless, stamping and snorting agitatedly. Bakura approached the fence and caught one of the bridles, using his other hand to rub down the side of the animal's neck; the gesture familiar, practiced with similar equines. It took a few minutes before the horned creature began to settle, but the thief was patient with it.
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D. WATER SECTOR
It was almost as an afterthought that Bakura returned to the Water Sector where he'd been killed, standing in front of the building with a pursed mouth, looking over the deformed mass of stone and metal that had once been a thriving market. The inward collapse had been reversed and then frozen as it was, resulting in an ugly mushroom shape that apparently the kedan didn't know what to do with, and had subsequently abandoned given the lack of people around. "Miracle Dig really does make a mess," he sighed to himself, pulling the Ring out from beneath his shirt, curling fingers around the warm outer rim of gold.
The Spell he was thinking of would take some coaxing to fulfill, especially given the intervening time that had passed between the original effect and this one. But it wasn't as if he were doing anything else at the moment, and so drawing on the power inside the Ring, he built up a sizable reserve before speaking his target: "Back to Square One!" and unleashing the magic in the market's direction.
For a long moment, then several, it appeared as though the Spell had failed-- but then slowly, the metal and stone began to unsolidify themselves, moving back to their original positions as if a video of Miracle Dig were being played in reverse. Bakura kept a measured hold on the effect as it continued, erasing the traces of the original Spell card and then pushing the effect through the damages wrought by the bombings. This was harder, much harder since it had not done by an effect of his own magic. It takes twice as long for the damages of the bombing to reset itself, even though they were technically less than what Miracle Dig had caused.
When the market was standing freely on its own, showing no worse for wear signs of having been a ruin just a little while ago, Bakura released the Spell and sagged, finding a seat on the edge of the (ironically same) fountain to catch his breath.
Date: June catch-all log
Location: Various around Keeliai. Some general scenes in starters or make your own :)
Situation: Assorted! Bakura's been laying fairly low since being killed by the Mandarin, though he was at the Palace siege. He may have been seen asking around about the black armor. All threads come after this post unless otherwise noted.
Warnings/Rating: Add warnings if needed in subject headers.
A. EMILY-HELEN
The young turtle hatchling can't understand why she feels so terribly alone in a city full of lovely people, but she does and despite her intelligence and maturity well beyond her several months of life, she is still essentially a child who can no longer contact one of her parent figures and another of whom is steadfastly ignoring her. With Barnaby's abrupt disappearance from Tu Vishan, her desire to feel safe and protected only grows and though she loves Hal Jordan, she's now even more insistent to connect with her other caregiver. So she's trying a broader approach and broadcasting telepathically to anyone who'll listen, but especially the other parents of her brothers and sisters, with a message that is essentially "please help, my other new papa doesn't love me!".
---
B. EARTH SECTOR
He'd had to expand his search outward from the Water Sector where the original incident had taken place, having not found anything of use from the kedan in that area regarding the black armor. Despite having met with Skulduggery and Solomon about them investigating his murder, he wasn't holding much expectation of anything to come from it. Bakura had gone for far too long trusting only himself to get anything that benefited him accomplished. He was several blocks from hospital, about the same distance as he'd been when he'd encountered Bianca that first night. If the armored someone was keeping tabs, perhaps this would be enough to draw them out again. Failing that, he suspected that (since he now knew Bianca's disappearance had played a factor in the incident) he could narrow the list of suspects by watching who hung around this area most often.
---
C. WOOD SECTOR
His regular job of repairing nets at the fish market in the Water Sector had petered out with the increased tensions around the city, even though that row of stalls itself hadn't been damaged in the attacks. But jobs weren't mandatory for Foreigners at the moment and there were more pressing things to focus on than ripped netting, so he was soundly out of work. It wasn't even that he needed the money, because he didn't especially-- he just hated to be idle. So from the Water Sector he wandered over to Wood, more familiar to him since he'd worked previously in this area at Korra's dojo.
It was actually a small paddock of tethered kirin that caught his attention. The carts along the side of the fence indicated this was some kind of transport for hire for within the city (or without, he supposed, for hauling supplies and such) but the animals were restless, stamping and snorting agitatedly. Bakura approached the fence and caught one of the bridles, using his other hand to rub down the side of the animal's neck; the gesture familiar, practiced with similar equines. It took a few minutes before the horned creature began to settle, but the thief was patient with it.
---
D. WATER SECTOR
It was almost as an afterthought that Bakura returned to the Water Sector where he'd been killed, standing in front of the building with a pursed mouth, looking over the deformed mass of stone and metal that had once been a thriving market. The inward collapse had been reversed and then frozen as it was, resulting in an ugly mushroom shape that apparently the kedan didn't know what to do with, and had subsequently abandoned given the lack of people around. "Miracle Dig really does make a mess," he sighed to himself, pulling the Ring out from beneath his shirt, curling fingers around the warm outer rim of gold.
The Spell he was thinking of would take some coaxing to fulfill, especially given the intervening time that had passed between the original effect and this one. But it wasn't as if he were doing anything else at the moment, and so drawing on the power inside the Ring, he built up a sizable reserve before speaking his target: "Back to Square One!" and unleashing the magic in the market's direction.
For a long moment, then several, it appeared as though the Spell had failed-- but then slowly, the metal and stone began to unsolidify themselves, moving back to their original positions as if a video of Miracle Dig were being played in reverse. Bakura kept a measured hold on the effect as it continued, erasing the traces of the original Spell card and then pushing the effect through the damages wrought by the bombings. This was harder, much harder since it had not done by an effect of his own magic. It takes twice as long for the damages of the bombing to reset itself, even though they were technically less than what Miracle Dig had caused.
When the market was standing freely on its own, showing no worse for wear signs of having been a ruin just a little while ago, Bakura released the Spell and sagged, finding a seat on the edge of the (ironically same) fountain to catch his breath.
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Yet even the brief mention of the Pharaoh was enough to stir the souls again, like a slow and seething boil slowly brought to the surface. It pushed outward towards Solomon's senses, a nimbus of rage and hatred, directed at their own state, at those responsible for it (directly and by proxy) and even at Bakura himself, vicious and snapping. It was suffocating in a way, but he weathered it calmly.
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They made Solomon's head ring. He felt as though he could have reached out and touched them if he wanted--without needing his hands this time. With just his soul. That would have been dangerous. Extremely dangerous, with his cane. Catastrophic without it. And he wanted to do it anyway.
"That's what insanity feels like. There's something freeing about it, isn't there?"
"Something, yes."
"Cease." The word ground out hard. Solomon sat still but tense, as if he was in the presence of a wild beast whose attention he was afraid to draw. He couldn't be certain if that beast was in Bakura, or himself. Without much of his conscious will, shadows clustered around him and rose over his shoulders as streamers, almost like little snapping dragons.
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Sem-a ab a en unnut-ef nebtet kerh... may I follow my heart at its season of fire and night...
Other litanies followed, some translating and some not, until the press of their presence began to fade and offer the necromancer some relief. When they had retreated to a sullen, quiet murmur, Bakura finally looked back over to Solomon.
"Not all questions come free for the asking, waheh-maw. Come have some water from the fountain before you fall over."
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The only thing Solomon had to truly call his own was his sense of self. He refused to give that up--even to his own magic. He had to find another channelling item, and soon.
"It's fortunate that I never believed they were," he said, after a moment to compose himself. "However, I will have to decline to come any nearer. Your friends encompass the fountain and it would be unwise for me to put myself in their territory."
Belatedly he realised the shadows were clustered around his shoulders, but right now their whisper was more soothing than not, so he let them remain.
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"Not that I don't appreciate the offer," he added, but casually, even while watching the Egyptian. "Unfortunately, my magic is a touch ... unstable at this time. The near presence of your friends causes it to reach toward them, and I am sure none of you would appreciate my accidentally absorbing them."
Frankly, Solomon wasn't enamored of the thought either. Only a Death Bringer had the power to absorb souls in such a way. Solomon didn't want to be a Death Bringer. The last Death Bringer had been insane.
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He was sure they would meet again, at least. Bakura was dangerous to Solomon's state of health--and yet he had somehow figured out how to avoid being overwhelmed by the souls of the dead. Solomon might find that useful, in the future.
If nothing else, he was at least interesting.