"Just a touch," Solomon agreed, looking around, though he didn't know why he was disappointed. He had asserted that the gateway led to a plane of knowledge and he was right. Cliches, most of the time, were cliches for a reason. "Though it will serve, I suppose."
There were at least desks nearby for them to use, so Solomon went to one of them, still glancing around in much the same way Bakura was. After the last gate, he was a touch less sanguine about their safety than he had been with Hayley. The first gate had yielded no immediate dangers, and this one shouldn't either, but he was still cautious.
Truthfully Solomon only had a vague idea of what he was doing, but he had enough theory to try and feel his way through the practicalities. He faced the table and looked back at Bakura. "Life, Death, and Dreaming," he said calmly. "We're in Dreaming now, and I'll shed some blood for Life, if my being alive isn't already enough. Once the khajbit is open I can attempt to resurrect something through it, and that will be enough for Death. However, since I'm attempting to summon something specific to yourself and your kin, it would be useful to have something other than they themselves on which to focus."
He inclined his head toward Bakura's chest. "Your Ring. Its connection to you is itself a representation of Life and Death. I won't touch it, obviously, but would you be willing to allow me to use it as a focal point for the summoning?"
It may not be necessary, especially not now Solomon knew he could also touch the khajbit, but it was convenient. He just didn't know enough about how to use its magic to know whether it was wise; that would be up to Bakura to decide.
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There were at least desks nearby for them to use, so Solomon went to one of them, still glancing around in much the same way Bakura was. After the last gate, he was a touch less sanguine about their safety than he had been with Hayley. The first gate had yielded no immediate dangers, and this one shouldn't either, but he was still cautious.
Truthfully Solomon only had a vague idea of what he was doing, but he had enough theory to try and feel his way through the practicalities. He faced the table and looked back at Bakura. "Life, Death, and Dreaming," he said calmly. "We're in Dreaming now, and I'll shed some blood for Life, if my being alive isn't already enough. Once the khajbit is open I can attempt to resurrect something through it, and that will be enough for Death. However, since I'm attempting to summon something specific to yourself and your kin, it would be useful to have something other than they themselves on which to focus."
He inclined his head toward Bakura's chest. "Your Ring. Its connection to you is itself a representation of Life and Death. I won't touch it, obviously, but would you be willing to allow me to use it as a focal point for the summoning?"
It may not be necessary, especially not now Solomon knew he could also touch the khajbit, but it was convenient. He just didn't know enough about how to use its magic to know whether it was wise; that would be up to Bakura to decide.