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route_10652011-06-03 01:21 pm
shiromadoushi) wrote in route_10652011-06-03 01:21 pm
The visions dancing in my mind / The early dawn, the shades of time
Who: Bakura and Eagle (maaaybe Geo at the end if he wakes up and wanders out?)
Where: Route 29 (midpoint)
When: Thursday night/Friday morning
Summary: Bakura's been having trouble sleeping since those 3 days of lost time.
Rating: PG
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Trouble sleeping wasn't something Bakura was unfamiliar with. Late night worries and things he didn't want to think about often kept him up nights, pushing him into the familiar embrace of an RPG's dream world or the productive all night study session.
But he hadn't had that as much since his arrival at Johto. It was a different pace, the days traveled leaving him tired enough to fall into a deep, dreamless sleep, the presence of his pokemon near by chasing away the fears and nightmares that always lurked just outside his subconscious. It was almost as if a giant weight he had been unaware he had been carrying had been lifted off him.
The three days lost... the strange dreams nagging at the back of his mind, the feeling that there was something...
Something important he had forgotten.
There were no games to be played, no studies to forge ahead in, no TV with late night movies, no scenario to play, no board to research...
Instead, he was sitting around the remains of the campfire, carefully carving a chunk of wood that hadn't fully burned away. The twisted staff of the High Priest, the tip blackened and charred like--
like...
Like what? The images had been so clear before, designs for the Egypt game all by flowing out from his pencil as if it had been possessed by a ghost of Egypt past. Overflowing sketchpads of designs, notes, plans...
He couldn't recall it now. The sketchbooks were blank in his minds eye, but the urge to work on those plans still lingered, stronger now, even though they'd been fading as his new adventure took over his imagination.
There was something missing. What had happened in those missing days?
What had happened in those missing hours...?
Waking up in a place he hadn't been moments before, a look to his watch to find it later than expected, new things in his bag, the feeling that something--
He looked down at the figure in his hand again before his fingers curled sharply around the half formed figure and he threw it into the ashes.
Where: Route 29 (midpoint)
When: Thursday night/Friday morning
Summary: Bakura's been having trouble sleeping since those 3 days of lost time.
Rating: PG
Log:
Trouble sleeping wasn't something Bakura was unfamiliar with. Late night worries and things he didn't want to think about often kept him up nights, pushing him into the familiar embrace of an RPG's dream world or the productive all night study session.
But he hadn't had that as much since his arrival at Johto. It was a different pace, the days traveled leaving him tired enough to fall into a deep, dreamless sleep, the presence of his pokemon near by chasing away the fears and nightmares that always lurked just outside his subconscious. It was almost as if a giant weight he had been unaware he had been carrying had been lifted off him.
The three days lost... the strange dreams nagging at the back of his mind, the feeling that there was something...
Something important he had forgotten.
There were no games to be played, no studies to forge ahead in, no TV with late night movies, no scenario to play, no board to research...
Instead, he was sitting around the remains of the campfire, carefully carving a chunk of wood that hadn't fully burned away. The twisted staff of the High Priest, the tip blackened and charred like--
like...
Like what? The images had been so clear before, designs for the Egypt game all by flowing out from his pencil as if it had been possessed by a ghost of Egypt past. Overflowing sketchpads of designs, notes, plans...
He couldn't recall it now. The sketchbooks were blank in his minds eye, but the urge to work on those plans still lingered, stronger now, even though they'd been fading as his new adventure took over his imagination.
There was something missing. What had happened in those missing days?
What had happened in those missing hours...?
Waking up in a place he hadn't been moments before, a look to his watch to find it later than expected, new things in his bag, the feeling that something--
He looked down at the figure in his hand again before his fingers curled sharply around the half formed figure and he threw it into the ashes.
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Apparently he had been watching Bakura work on the little piece for some time now and while he wasn’t exactly sure what it was meant to be he was very curious about it. The darkened ash was gently brushed off of the piece so its form could be better inspected as Eagle settled in to sit beside Bakura near the fire.
“I had no idea you could carve things like this.”
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Not to mention the huge project he was working on for his father required a lot of skill, so he'd put a lot of effort into his practice to gain those skills.
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“This is really good,” He smiled as he handed the figure back to Bakura, “What is going to be?”
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“His magical staff doens’t look right to you? I thought Earth didn’t have any magic?”
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“All this time and Hikaru made it sound like magic only existed in the Cephiran system.” Or… at least dance around asking about it until Bakura felt comfortable enough to share, “It must be something that most people from Earth don’t know about… or I am certain she would have mentioned it.”
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Eagle smiles and comes back with a question of his own, “Is Kaiba another friend of yours? It seems odd that he wouldn’t believe in magic if it happened right in front of him.”
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He gave a small laugh at Eagle's question however. "I wouldn't call him that. Friendship is another thing Kaiba-kun doesn't believe in, though Yuugi-kun never stops trying with him. Kaiba-kun only believes in what he wants to believe in."
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“And both Kaiba and Yuugi also saw this figure?”
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At any rate, time to get to the heart of the problem, “If it is a game I don’t see why it would upset you like this.”
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Even if the staff of the figure hadn’t come off exactly like Bakura had wished it to it was still a nice piece. So far nothing had been able to explain the really dark brooding look Bakura had been trying to hide beneath his hair earlier either.
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Neither was that answer, and it bothered him a little.
"Ne, Eagle... has there every been something you just couldn't remember?" he asked, seemingly changing topics.
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“You can’t remember anything that happens during these blackouts? What about your friends, can't they tell you what happened?”
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And for the ones who weren't... Even if Yuugi and everyone had broken the curse on Monster World... He didn't want them to know it was happening again. He couldn't risk it.
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“Maybe we should have some one at the next Pokemon Center give you a check up just to make certain. Passing out like that with no explanation for it… there could be a medical reason for it.”
Still if that were the case, you would think one of Bakura’s friends would have mentioned it before and done something to try and help him.
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“Could it be magic of some kind?”
Lantis would have been able to tell him if that were the case or not. If his magic worked here at all.
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...
Though it did only seem to--
... nah.
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There was no-- but that--
His left hand went up to cover his chest where the Ring would be resting under his shirt if he still had it. No Ring. No magic. And the Ring would be the--
There was a slight tremor in his hand as his mind struggled against itself, the part of him wanting to remember pushing hard against the firm barrier he had wrapped around the memories he was looking for. Was the-- no, that couldn't-- but--
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So, he allowed silence to settle in for a little while, until Bakura was able to work it all out a little better.
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He couldn't remember. Couldn't let himself remember. If he remembered, everything-- the Ring would-- but the Ring wasn't-- but--
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“It shouldn’t happen anymore… Not while you are here. I wouldn’t worry about it very much.”
Eagle smiles, trying to cheer the boy up by looking cheerful… instead of worried… himself, “And if for some reason it does happen I promise I will tell you what occurred.”
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His hand fell to his side and he blinked a few times, trying to clear his head as his oh so healthy coping mechanisms scooped everything back into little boxes buried deeply in the darkness. He gave a small, slightly forced smile. "Sorry."
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The boy clearly wasn’t willing or able to describe what ever the source of this morose attitude was. There was no sense in trying to force it out of him. Maybe with time and distance he would be able to find a way to better deal with this situation… and then he could be more upfront about it to himself if he couldn’t tell anyone else.
“If you ever feel anything is wrong I wish you would tell me,” This was quite a request given Eagle’s own nature but, “I would like to help if I can.”
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That only works if your friend isn’t potentially doing something silly and dangerous… like running off to end a pillar system that could cost them their lives. No… that wouldn’t have worked out well at all in that case.
“I suppose I am not very good at that either.”
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Unspoken, ‘even if making them worry isn’t very nice.’ He can’t say that in front of Bakura, not if he wants to be let onto the things that make Bakura upset.
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