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[shiromadoushi]

Who: Bakura and various [Touchirou, Barnaby and whomever else wants to poke him]
When: Sunday, 3/30
Where: Various locations around Locke
What: Encounters with weirdness and/or people attempting to figure out WTF is going on with Bakura being more of a jerk than normal.

Comments

Open to Toushirou

[shiromadoushi]

There was both an upside and downside to both his and Toushirou's grandmothers knowing about the network and all that went with it. On one hand, both he and Toushirou didn't have to lie to their grandmothers about anything going on. On the other...

He glanced over across the table at where Toushirou was sitting before looking over at the chattering grannies and back again in silent question.

[icy_heavens]

Not having to lie to Granny was great. It really was. And it seemed like he'd been lying longer than necessary, seeing as he'd found out she'd had a few things figured on her own already.

But then there was the talking. His own granny wasn't too prone to fangirling, but Bakura's? Good god, somebody get the mute button. And all this lead to weird discussions on how everything was supposed to fit together in ways it was frankly difficult to wrap his head around. Even without the lingering effects of a concussion.

He almost wanted to facepalm, really. Would have, even, except grandmothers. He behaved better for those. Instead, he just sighed. That much, he couldn't surpress.

He just turns to his granny for a second. "Hey, mind if we get some fresh air for bit while you two talk?"

Anything to get away from the theories and the general nerdery. He needed a break.

[shiromadoushi]

Thank god. Bakura got to his feet even as his grandmother smiled and waved them on, not even losing a beat.

Once they were outside, he let out a deep sigh of his own. "I swear, she's gotten worse..." he muttered, rubbing at his temple. "I thought having someone for her to talk to would help, but goddamn..."

[icy_heavens]

He's a little slower getting out the door; finagling his jacket on with a broken arm is still a little awkward. He'd just had a follow-up appointment -- fortunately, this had been with a different doctor, so there were no questions about his sudden hair colour change -- and was recovering well, but broken bones took a while without magical healing. Whatever footage the feds had used to identify him didn't seem to have been made public, so he didn't have network notoriety floating around him. Which was good for day-to-day life, but bad in that he didn't feel like he could go to a network healer to fix this up without arousing suspicion.

"It's just giving her more ideas, somehow. I don't know how mine managed to start contributing to all this." His granny was more down-to-earth than Bakura's, but still tried to fill in logical holes. It . . . really wasn't helping.

[shiromadoushi]

Bakura glanced over, eyeing Toushirou's arm, but making no comment on it.

"At least yours is trying to use logic. And not anime logic... even though sometimes I think anime logic might make more sense, with all this..." Bakura sighed again, shaking his head. "Still. Glad she has someone to to talk to... Just have to hope your grandma's common sense rubs off on her."

He glanced over again. "So, any follow up with the feds?"

[whiterabbit_dot_obj]

The entire time Barnaby was penned up in the hospital after the Crazy Snake Attack, he'd been unable to stop thinking about that goddamn tattoo. Somehow that odd little detail from an old pulse-memory had become important, very important, and not knowing a damn thing about it was driving him insane; so when he was finally cleared to leave, he headed to the city library the first chance he got. He was sure he'd seen it before somewhere, a game or a movie or something, that referenced alchemy. It doesn't seem to fit with the crazy people-having-superpowers-is-normal-enough-to-get-an-acronym world he's been remembering up until now, but the hell does he know. He needs a starting point and this vague association is all he's got.

Which is why he's standing in the middle of the nonfiction aisle with the history books (and the religious and New Age books too, which really doesn't make him feel any better), flipping through a book with a very disconcerting cover, and functionally balancing on one leg because using both hands to page through a book means not having any hands free to use his cane and he's too damn impatient to go sit down. He might be listing slightly to the left.

God he hopes he doesn't run into anybody he knows, he's not sure he could explain this away.

[shiromadoushi]

Bakura's own restlessness had led him to the same section, a hand absentmindedly over where the Sennen Ring was tucked carefully under his shirt as he skimmed over the titles. He'd checked this section before, but maybe...

He paused, eyes lighting on the book in Barnaby's hand, eyes narrowing just slightly before glancing up at the person holding it.

"...Didn't know you had an interest in that sort of thing...." he commented idly, arms crossing (carefully) over his chest.

And then I failed at prose

[whiterabbit_dot_obj]

[...why is this his life. At least it's someone from the Network, so he doesn't have to worry about making something up. Not that he thinks the truth sounds any less weird when he tries to put it in words.]

I don't, I just...remembered something. Sort of. I have no clue what it is and it's driving me nuts. I think I remember seeing it in something involving this, though, so here I am.

[He shrugs, paging through the last bit of the paperback, then sighs and snaps the book shut. No dice.]

Hope you're having better luck with whatever you're here for.

No worries <3

[shiromadoushi]

Alchemy, huh?

[[A finger taps on his arm in an almost guarded wariness. Would this happen to be...

...no, the likelihood of that was pretty slim. This guy wasn't a dick, for starters...

Still...]]

Any idea the time period? A specific symbol or a ritual?

Video

[not_good_not_wicked]

[From the background, she seems to be in a book store or something, hiding behind a shelf.]

Okay I'm still mad but there is something terrible happening that we NEED to address RIGHT away. This is important.

[Voice]

[shiromadoushi]

The hell do you want.

[[His voice is a bit on edge and already defensive. If this is about his video games....]]

[not_good_not_wicked]

Check this out.

[She pokes her phone camera around the corner of the bookshelf to reveal HORROR.]

[shiromadoushi]

... the fuck. Are you seriously just..


...


....

Where are you.

Action

[not_good_not_wicked]

[Something about Marisa seems...a little off. The infinite confidence and optimism that normally fill her up seems missing. She's currently sitting in the corner of the Starbucks attached to the Barnes & Noble downtown, hiding behind a book while occasionally peeking around nervously and blushing.

A random patron bumps her chair and her response is to squeak in alarm.]

Ah! Er...sorry.

[She shrinks down into the chair even further.]

Action

[shiromadoushi]

Marisa-chan?

[[There's an odd... lightness to Bakura's tone as he peers around the room, a faint line of worry creasing his brow.]]

Aaaaa, where could she be? [[fret fret. Fret.

Suddenly he perks up]] Aaa!

[[With new determination, he makes his way through the crowd to where Marisa is all but cowering.]]

Marisa-chan!

[[He all but kneels at her feet, taking her hands in his own.]]

Are you all right...?

[not_good_not_wicked]

Ryou!

[Blushing intensifies.]

Y-you were worried about me?

[shiromadoushi]

[[His return smile is warm and all but conjures a backdrop of sparkly bubbles out of a shoujo anime]]

Of course I was.

[[He gently squeezes her hands]] You weren't frightened, were you? All alone in a big place like this... I'm so sorry, I didn't mean to leave you alone for so long....

[Action]

[dead_black_eyes]

[L is doing his very best to get rid of an ipod that is happily blasting a song he doesn't begin to understand. His shuffling gait and dour expression juxtapose harshly with the tune's mood, and he's paying close attention to how much he hates music in general.

Not, so much, what's going on around him. He doesn't quite notice that someone's running, scared, and straight toward him.]

[Action]

[shiromadoushi]

[[Which is a shame, as said someone hasn't seen him either.

There's almost a comical sound as the white haired teen crashes into L at full speed]]

[Action]

[dead_black_eyes]

[He goes down suddenly, and he goes down hard, breaking his fall with one of his damaged hands and stifling a sharp cry at the intense pain that shoots up his forearms at the impact. He's also not thrilled to see Bakura.]

What is your problem?

[Action]

[shiromadoushi]

[[The teen tumbles and rolls, landing in a heap, looking quite stunned a moment before he shakily gets to his feet. ]]

There was-- was a ghost that-- it's going to get me!

[[His voice was high pitched with fear as he looked over his shoulder a moment before making a small, pathetic sound and moved to hide behind L.]]

so late...

[professorwolf]

Lyall's usual evening walk takes him by the park today, hands in his coat pockets and a scarf wrapped neatly around his neck against the evening chill. Not that he really minds it much, these days. It's just comfortably brisk.

Spotting the familiar white hair further into the park proper-- he's just walking along the sidewalk around the outside of it-- he pulls one hand out to wave.

[shiromadoushi]

The white haired teen is too busy running in a panic to notice much of anything and is on a direct collision course with the man.

[professorwolf]

"Whoah, whoah, Bakura--" Lyall doesn't quite step out of the way, but he does reach out to try and catch the boy's shoulders. "What's the rush? Everything all right?" He doesn't smell anything off... yet.

[shiromadoushi]

There's a high pitched squeak from the teen as he's grabbed and he looks up at Lyall with huge, terrified eyes.

Seconds later he's hiding behind the man, peering around him. "Is the ghost still following me?!"