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[shiromadoushi]

Who: Bakura, Chris, Lyall & Aaron
Where: The Dead District
When: 4/11, late afternoon [Assuming the statue is up then]

The Dead District wasn't unfamiliar territory for Bakura. The allure of Urban Exploration to the young occult nerd was far too strong, as was the promise of places that no one would care about getting just a bit more ruined.

The reason this day was somewhere in between. It had been a week of bad days since Paul's death and going out into the familiar and strangely comforting section of town. Maybe it was because of the strange memories that he felt so drawn. The place that he remembered seeing being destroyed... Kul Elna... It was far too easy to connect the two in his mind.



[[OoC note: This log will have multiple sections, some open, some closed! Please wait until they're up before tagging in! Thank you!]]

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Closed: Bakura & Chris / Outskirts

[shiromadoushi]

Bakura had texted Chris on the way over. He wasn't so stupid as to go in alone with everything going, after all. He'd wait near the edge of the Dead District until she arrived, then they'd go in together.

Didn't mean he was patient about it, however, as he checked his watch.

...yeah, he was early. Dang it.

Closed: Bakura, Chris & Lyall / The Statue

[shiromadoushi]

The statue was new. Very new. And something about it just made Bakura twitch. No, no quite a few things about it made him twitch. It was like the one that the police had, wasn't it? The same one that had brought to mind those memories of the giant half man, half snake that his memory self had declared a god.

But this wasn't that god. No, this was like the abomination that had been built in the center of the city that been slaughtered. A monument that spoke of a dark, unnatural power standing in the middle of the land of death, seeming to be trying to push him away.

His shoulders hunched as his fists clenched as the anger over Paul's death and the memories that had erupted as result of it boiled up inside him, his breath starting to quicken.

No. No this wasn't anger. This was hate, raw and venomous as it sung in his ears like the screams of the unwillingly sacrificed, darkening his vision until all he could see where the mocking echoes of memories that were not his.

Without any conscious thought he launched himself at the statue, fist flying out to smash into it with every ounce of his hatred.

Closed: Bakura, Chris, Lyall and Aarron / Medic!

[shiromadoushi]

Though the blow had been deflected, Bakura's knuckles were still angry and red and all the commotion had turned a low profile visit into a much more noticeable one, and the sudden influx of memories after the rapid mood swing had left Bakura exhausted.

Lucky for him there was a clinic nearby....

Any thread made after this is open unless stated otherwise!

[shiromadoushi]

[[Feel free to make up an excuse to run into any of the group after that whole mess up there if you wish!]]

[professorwolf]

Lyall was just rounding the corner from the other direction when Bakura charged. He paused in shock at the familiar face, but he didn't spend ten years as a teacher of volatile teenagers without getting quick to grab collars. While usually assaulting a statue wasn't something he had to intervene with, it was still a scene nobody needed-- especially since there was no real reason for anyone to attack anything, as far as most of the city was concerned.

Thankfully he wasn't too far off. He didn't catch Bakura immediately, and the boy got a couple punches in, but he did grab at the back of his shirt. "Ryou Bakura!" he barked, teacher-voice and all.

((lemme know if that doesn't work D= ))

S'all good!

[shiromadoushi]

The first hit of knuckle to stone had sent a shock though Bakura that had knocked his conscious mind even further from reality, fresh memories flooding his mind as his heart raced. "Let go!" he snapped, voice rough and harsh as he turned to try and aim his fists at the person who held him, Lyall's form blurred in his mind with the priests in his memory.

[professorwolf]

Generally teacher-voice worked well enough that Lyall didn't have to fend off blows-- which was a good thing, because he wasn't much of a fighter. He lost his grip on Bakura's shirt when the boy twisted back towards him, and took a step back in an attempt to avoid getting hit.

"Bakura, cut it out!" he snapped, somewhere between irritated at him for making such a scene and nervous that he was about to get a black eye from a student. And him with no ability to putting him in detention at the moment.

[shiromadoushi]

The teen stumbled back, breath heaving as his head fell forward, hair spilling down like a curtain. Slowly, he reached up with trembling hands to half clutch at his face before he slowly slid to his knees, shoulders hunching in.

[professorwolf]

Oh good. No teenage-enduced black eyes. Lyall slumped with relief, glanced over at Chris in helpless but annoy confusion, and asked, "What was that about...?"

The statue could wait. Even though he could already feel it poking at his brain, feel the slowly elevating stress.

[reapsthewind]

"I hate this place," she said, walking up to him. "Why now, again?"

She was late, actually, but she always was. If Bakura knew her well, he'd probably started arriving late for things too.

[shiromadoushi]

Sometimes he was, mostly when he was caught up in his games. But he was on edge and games weren't cutting it.

"Because I need to cool off and it's quiet," he answered, kicking at the ground a bit. "It's not that bad... just because it's old."

[reapsthewind]

"Last time I came here I got lost and almost froze to death. It makes me uneasy," she said. "But if you insist..."

She checked herself. She'd been a bit crankier than usual lately, and that said a lot.

"I get how you feel. But still, let's make it quick, right?"

[shiromadoushi]

"But you're with me this time, not that jerk," Bakura countered. "I won't lose you." There was an odd determination in his voice at that as he started walking. "Besides. I know this place better. Could draw you a map if you wanted. You wouldn't get lost then."

[reapsthewind]

"Yeah, yeah, okay," she said. "Whatever. Let's just get going, right?"

[shiromadoushi]

"I'm going, I'm going..." Bakura half scowled, kicking a bit of trash as he headed in. "You remember that one house with the fire escapes that that one vine grew all over?"

[reapsthewind]

"Erm, not really," she said. "It was winter anyway..."

[shiromadoushi]

"...You mean you've only ever been here the once?" Bakura blinked. "That was your first time?"

[elfstoned]

Aaron had heard the news reports: a statue had been erected in the Dead District. What a pointless gesture, he thought, and a waste of funding that could have gone to something less inspiring but actually useful. And why a snake? The symbolism seemed a bit of a stretch to Aaron -- didn't these types usually favor statues of themselves, or famous men long-dead? The whole operation annoyed him.

So, of course, he was going to go see it.

Aaron's steps were sure as he picked his way through the Dead District; he came here often, and it held no fear for him.

At least, it usually didn't. The closer he came to the statue, the more he felt like he ought not to be here -- the more he wanted to leave. Strange.

But before he could consider further, he spotted a commotion over by the statue's base. A young man with white hair was holding his hand in a way that said "injured." Aaron's long strides made short work of the distance, and he called out, "What's all this about?"

[professorwolf]

And a thirty-something man with sandy hair was looking none to steady, himself. Lyall still wasn't feeling remotely well, after touching that damn thing, and he definitely looked shaken. He looked up at the approach, somewhere between worried and annoyed, but the voice sounded a little familiar. He couldn't place where he'd heard it before, yet-- he'd heard the network post and made note of it, but never did respond or follow up with who did.

"Nothing to terrible," he answered, trying to smile. "We just had a little run-in with a fist and some stone...."

[reapsthewind]

"Yeah. I mean, I don't have much REASON to go..."

[shiromadoushi]

Bakura half shrugged, hands in his pockets. "Don't need a reason to go exploring..."

[reapsthewind]

"Yeah that's... fair I guess. You have anywhere particular in mind besides that place with the fire escape?"

[shiromadoushi]

He shook his head. "I just... I needed some space, really," he admitted, voice soft. "There aren't really that many people here, and everything's just... quiet, you know? It's comforting, in a way."

It wasn't a good explanation, but he really didn't have anything better.

"And if I lose it here, it doesn't matter. Everything here's discarded anyway..."

[reapsthewind]

"Hey, hey," she said, reaching out to gently take Bakura by the shoulders, to get him to pause. "Look at me, kiddo."

"You're not gonna lose it. I won't let you, I swear on the sky, you got it? You won't lose it."

"Neither of us will," she said, letting go of him after a moment. "I don't know what's going on with us, but whatever it is, we'll keep each other sane, right?"

Teal says Chris can be skipped for now.

[shiromadoushi]

Bakura just cradled his hands a bit closer to his chest, shaking his head. "It's fine..." he insisted, voice soft and tired.

It wasn't fine. Nothing about anything was fine. His hand ached, his head ached, nothing felt right. But he didn't want to deal with another person who would ask questions right then. He felt like he had been punched by something huge --Obelisk-- it's name was Obelisk-- and the pain echoed in his soul.