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savetheearth2013-04-14 09:40 pm
icy_heavens) wrote in savetheearth2013-04-14 09:40 pm
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1st Frost | Action [Closed]
WHO: Toushirou and Bakura
WHERE: At that delightful little snake statue in the Dead District.
WHEN: April 14, afternoon
[Find some other reason to be there. Bring a friend. Well, one out of two isn't bad, right? If anyone asks, he's just taking a shortcut home. Which is of course a blatant lie, but he can pull it off. As for bringing a friend?
[Yeah, right. Like he has an extensive supply of those. And like he'd put any of the ones he does have in danger like this. Going by himself is absolutely safer for everyone concerned. Nevermind he doubts he'd have gotten the advice to do even that much had the person on the other end of the network known he's a middle-schooler. There's a reason he's avoided mentioning his age. They'd try to keep him out of it -- and he wants to understand.
[He looks about as inconspicuous as any well-kept kid can look in the Dead District, and from the looks of things isn't drawing too much attention. Good. All according to plan. Of course. Just like approaching that statue isn't conspicuous at all.
[There's a sudden impulse to back away. Does he really need to do this? If he needs to understand, aren't there other ways? Maybe he shouldn't get too close to this thing, after all.
[But then he stops, pulls himself together with a deep breath. The network has said that the statue has a repelling effect; that's got to be what this is. He just stands there a moment, regarding the statue suspiciously, trying to calm his suddenly elevated heartbeat.
[He can do this. He just needs a minute.]
WHERE: At that delightful little snake statue in the Dead District.
WHEN: April 14, afternoon
[Find some other reason to be there. Bring a friend. Well, one out of two isn't bad, right? If anyone asks, he's just taking a shortcut home. Which is of course a blatant lie, but he can pull it off. As for bringing a friend?
[Yeah, right. Like he has an extensive supply of those. And like he'd put any of the ones he does have in danger like this. Going by himself is absolutely safer for everyone concerned. Nevermind he doubts he'd have gotten the advice to do even that much had the person on the other end of the network known he's a middle-schooler. There's a reason he's avoided mentioning his age. They'd try to keep him out of it -- and he wants to understand.
[He looks about as inconspicuous as any well-kept kid can look in the Dead District, and from the looks of things isn't drawing too much attention. Good. All according to plan. Of course. Just like approaching that statue isn't conspicuous at all.
[There's a sudden impulse to back away. Does he really need to do this? If he needs to understand, aren't there other ways? Maybe he shouldn't get too close to this thing, after all.
[But then he stops, pulls himself together with a deep breath. The network has said that the statue has a repelling effect; that's got to be what this is. He just stands there a moment, regarding the statue suspiciously, trying to calm his suddenly elevated heartbeat.
[He can do this. He just needs a minute.]
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Setting up had been easy as well. It was just a small camera he had gotten for cheap that was easily hid and didn't look like it was worth stealing to resell even if someone spotted it.
He was still fiddling with it when the figure approaching the statue caught his eye. Huh. Middle schooler? What the heck was a middle schooler doing staring at the statue like it was...
...
Frowning, Bakura stepped away from the window, heading out of the abandoned apartment and down the stairs to the missing window on the first floor. Carefully slipping out of it, he crept around to the front, pausing to make sure his dark blue hoody was pulled up to cover as much of his stupidly noticeable white hair possible before peering around the corner.
Someone else with a number, maybe...? Seeing how he reacted to the statue would tell...]]
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[Okay. He can't just keep standing here, and damned if he's turning back now. His steps are cautious, but unhalting as he finally moves forward, oblivious to the fact that he's being watched. Something about the statue, its serpentine shape, nags at him. Almost like that nagging feeling he'd had a few weeks ago about being in charge of something.
[Almost, but not quite.
[He sucks in another deep breath as he gets closer, and once at the statue's side, he reaches one hand out tentatively -- and stops it just above the surface of the stone. Last chance to back out. To try and forget about all this and try to go on with life as normal.
[He lightly touches his palm to the stone --
[And that heartbeat thrums in his head, and an image of a massive, ice-blue serpent with wings flashes in front of his eyes. He pulls back instinctively. What -- what the hell?
[So startled is he by the vision that he doesn't even notice the sudden cold blast of air emanating from him, filming the ground and nearest walls with frost.]
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Holy crap.
Slowly, and carefully, he steps out from his hiding place, walking over slowly, hands in the pocket of his hoody, entire posture guarded. This was likely pretty stupid, but...
Gut feeling said that this was someone from the network. And if it was...]]
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[He hears the scuff of footsteps behind him, and spins to face whoever's approaching him. Maybe under better circumstances, he'd have better control of his features. But after just seeing that, and . . . and when did it get so cold all of a sudden? Had he done that?
[His emotions still running high, that heavy chill remains hanging in the air. Who is this? Have they seen? Should he just get the hell out of here?
[But for the moment, he can't bring himself to do anything but tense his posture and blink questioningly at the other person, those sharp green eyes of his uncharacteristically nervous.]
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[[It was a simple question. One that could be easily brushed aside if he had guessed wrong. But he was sure he hadn't... not with that look.]]
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... Why does it matter what I saw? [He can do this cryptic thing, too.]
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I may have heard about a few people having strange reactions to it. [Which is the only reason he came out here in the first place. He'd intended to trigger one of these . . . whatever they are. Maybe he just hadn't been quite ready for something like this to happen as a result.]
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[No answering smile, though part of him relaxes marginally. This guy . . . isn't freaking out over something like this happening. Meaning that maybe he knows something. Network person. Has to be.
[Haltingly:] ... I think it was a dragon.
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Mine wasn't quite so identifiable. But it had a snark for its bottom half. Didn't get anything like this, though. [[nods to the side, to the frost around them]]
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[He shivers a little. Whether that's from the cold or that vision, he's not sure.] Is the cold still leaking out? I don't know if I can tell.
[Because how can he be expected to know anything about this? How it works, or why it works, or why it's him that can do this now?]
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We're kinda standing in a big circle of frost right now... [[points out, unsure how out of if the kid is to realize that]] There's a coffee shop not too far from here. [[he nodded back behind them]] I'll get you a hot cocoa or something. C'mon.
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[An uneasy glance back up at the statue before nodding.] Right. Okay.
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[[not that it helped the nagging feelings that remained, but at least the shell shock passed quickly.]]
Getting out of here helps too, if you're not used to it.
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[He tucks his hands into his pockets as he follows, eyes scanning the ground as they get out of the frost circle. Is it just going to keep happening? How can he know?
[But there's no more sudden frost. Good. That's normal. He needs normal right now.
[After a long silence:] Have you been suddenly able to do anything you couldn't before?
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[He hasn't seen anyone he recognizes on the network yet. Nevermind most of them communicate through text anyway. He'd kind of rather it stay that way, with no one else he knows involved. Because this isn't just weird. It's dangerous.]
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I've been on it. [No need to specify what.] Haven't told anyone how old I am. They'd probably freak out.
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This isn't a game or a show.
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[Sigh. Alias. Right. Is he going to have to do that, now? Hell if he knows. And even if he is, he's not exactly up to inventing things right now. Besides, he doesn't think of himself as being that creative. So a name is what you'll get.]
Toushirou.
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[[Since this kid seems too serious, like Freshmeat.
...Anthony.]]
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[Seriously. You all watched someone get shot to death and there's talk of some kind of invasion. WHAT THE HELL IS FUN??]
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[But back to a normal tone of voice for the rest of this.] Yeah.
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You handle it your way, I'll handle it mine, okay?
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[He takes the drink. Warmth on his hands. That's a good thing.] I'll be fine.
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He just nods, drifting over to a small table with two chairs, holding his own cup in two hands]]
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[He remains silent for now, because he doesn't want to be talking about this whole mess in a public place. And he's also bad at regular conversation. Talking to people is weird. Why do you think he's lacking in friends?]