tushanshu_logs | [OPEN] In the palace of a thousand eyes...

Characters: Bakura, Elizabeth, Jack
Date: Through May
Location: Various
Situation: Catch all for May
Warnings/Rating: None yet

A. BAKURA - In Jail

Following Bakura's arrest as a result of his Dust-triggered attack on a kedan, he'd been given a combination of jail time, penalty fines, and proposed 'community service' when the time served was up. He had not accepted the ruling lightly, which had nearly resulted in a much larger conflict than the singular initial assault.

It had been resolved, at least to the point that no one else had ended up injured (although it had been close, when one of the KPD officers had tried to insist that removing all personal effects to be stored included the Ring.)

Most of the time he feigns sleep, though more for not being interested in talking to any of the others in adjacent cells. Sometimes Diabound is present as well, coiled on the cot as a form of distraction.

B. BAKURA - Post Release - STARTER PENDING

To be added later in the month...

C. ELIZABETH - All Sectors

Since she'd joined the Guild of Justice and Arbitration, Elizabeth seemed determined to be an ideal member. That meant that she was going around to various places in the city, introducing herself and asking if there was anything that the GJA could do for people. Some people seemed approving that she'd moved outside the Foreigners Guild, while others were indifferent.

"Are you sure there's nothing you can think of? Every idea is an idea worth hearing, I've always thought."

D. ELIZABETH - Greenhouses

The damage done to the greenhouse crops and more importantly everyone's hard work had stoked an indignant fire in Elizabeth, and when she wasn't on deliveries for the Midnight Hotel, she could be found working to help get things back on track at any of the hydroponics sites. At the moment, she was wrestling with a gunk-covered drainage mechanism, which would need to be fully disassembled and cleaned before it could be used again. The messy work clashes with her usual neatly pressed outfit, and yet she looks like she's barely noticing that she's gotten covered in mud.

"Aha, got it! Now, let's see how this comes apart..."

E. WILDCARD

Hit me with anything that doesn't fit in the above starters!

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He stared at the cactus for a moment, not sure whether to address the fact that she was bringing him plant life or the remark about it reminding her of him. (He understood the implied reference. He didn't even disagree.) "I hope you don't think I plan to be in here long enough to need landscaping for the cell," he deadpanned.

But as she brought out the other objects and with her entreaty to join her, Bakura obligingly sat up from the cot and came over. "If I said no to senet, I'd have to give up my nationality or such," he said, picking up the potted cactus and giving it an evaluating check over before sitting cross-legged at the foot of the bars.

"The Arbitrator came by earlier."

Summons no, but Diabound was different, being kaa. Either way, he wasn't actually asleep, and turned his head in her direction when she spoke.

"Are you concerned our spirits have been broken so easily?" he inquired, raising an eyebrow.

Zatanna was someone he didn't have any particular aversion in speaking with, although this visit might have been the most surprising one so far. "Hello hekauet."

Oh, good. He was awake.

"Hey." She did her best to remain friendly, though it was more curiosity and concern than anger she was attempting to conceal. A few last steps and she positioned herself to one side of the bars, leaning against one of them as she peeked inside, offering a weak attempt at a smile. "I heard about what happened. Sort of. Their side, not yours. You alright, relatively speaking?"

He certainly wasn't alright-alright, being imprisoned in a jail cell. She was thinking more along the lines of his conditions being reasonable, his treatment being fair...that sort of thing.

"You'd better not be here that long," Pepper said, an order and a tease at the same time. "But I figured you could use something to spruce the place up."

She settled on the other side of the bars from him, putting the makeshift board down between them. This was not exactly an ideal way to spend time together, but it was the best they could do given the circumstances; at least they could still see each other.

"Uh. Weird. I wouldn't have guessed she was the type of person to make house calls. What did she want?"

"Me? I would have made it a public concern. I think punishing a victim is counter-productive. I can see the pragmatism from her point of view, but it's... rather heartless, don't you think? Morale has its own pragmatism."

She's kind of blank as she thinks it through. Her eyes drift around the environment as she thinks, an unconscious quirk.

There's a sort of vaguely puzzled silence that follows Sonja's pronouncement, before Bakura feels obliged to ask for clarification. "You do realize I'm the one that attacked her, yes?"

"I won't be," he said dismissively, although that's likely less to do with the length of his sentence and more to do with the length of his patience in that regard.

"I'm honestly not sure I could tell you. But she asked why I hadn't killed Chesala, and whether I'd attack her again if Dust were not a factor. She said she wanted to know me better."

"I imagine most have by now," the thief shrugged, looking less perturbed at being behind bars than one might have expected from him. (Knowing he could leave at will if he chose certainly helped reduce some ire.)

"Comparatively. As I mentioned to the Arbitrator when she stopped by earlier, I don't see any bronze canes, so better than it could be."

"Is there anything you need?"

The offer wasn't empty, either. Food. Water. Legal aid. A character witness. Something to read. She was ready and willing with all of it.

Bakura gave the offer genuine consideration, rather than tossing out one of his normal offhand quips. "I've had people stopping by," he said after a moment. "But they're all ones who wouldn't tell me if things were going poorly."

"Under the influence of dust. It wasn't you that attacked anyone." That's what she believed, anyway.

Ah, information. Often the easiest yet hardest thing to provide.

"Maybe they thought you had enough going on without piling more worry on top." Though free of sarcasm, there was a hint of dryness to her tone implying she didn't agree with the sentiment. Mostly because she knew, no matter what, Bakura would be able to handle it. "What things are you thinking of, specifically? You and your case, or the latest Keelai ongoings?"

"Everyone keeps telling me that," he commented. "As if I'd somehow lost control of myself or not recalled what I was doing at the time. The drug affected what I perceived as a threat, not the reaction to it."

"Well. Maybe not everyone would have reacted like you did, but self-defense is a valid legal defense in most civilizations."

"You are so sincere in my defense," he laughed, although more amused by the way she's sticking to her argument than actually mocking her.

"But if the Arbitrator didn't think that way, I don't see why you would waste your time."

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ikr he never had this many friends outside prison :P

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