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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.
He glanced over across the table at where Toushirou was sitting before looking over at the chattering grannies and back again in silent question.
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.
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.
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..."
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..."
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.
"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.
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?"
"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?"
If ever there was a wonder where Toushirou got his logical nature from, it was settled when someone talked to his granny. Though she was much less stuffy about the whole thing. That much was all Toushirou.
"Wouldn't hold my breath if I were you." Common sense never rubbed off on anyone. Nonsense, though? That rubbed off on people He shook his head. "Nothing so far. They actually seem to be leaving me alone."
For however long that lasted. He still wasn't going to relax about the whole thing. Just because it hasn't bitten them on the ass yet didn't mean that it wouldn't.
"Wouldn't hold my breath if I were you." Common sense never rubbed off on anyone. Nonsense, though? That rubbed off on people He shook his head. "Nothing so far. They actually seem to be leaving me alone."
For however long that lasted. He still wasn't going to relax about the whole thing. Just because it hasn't bitten them on the ass yet didn't mean that it wouldn't.
"Well, that's good at least. Some idiot was going on about getting them on our side... like that would happen. But as long as they're not against us..."
He idly kicked at one of the few stubbornly remaining chunks of snow at the roadside.
He idly kicked at one of the few stubbornly remaining chunks of snow at the roadside.
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.
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.
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.
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.
He'd heard a lot of how it would be nice for the FBI to be on their side. That much, he agreed with. It would be nice. But to expect it was another thing entirely; they hadn't been dodging law enforcement for a whole year without good reason. He'd given as little as he could while still being co-operative.
He just sighed and glanced down the street. And then straightened. And then blinked. And blinked more. Yeah, still there. But it made no sense.
"... Look down the street and tell me my concussion is messing with me."
Because a six foot tall pencil and an eraser about the size of Toushirou himself were absolutely not meandering down the street. They just weren't. They couldn't be.
He just sighed and glanced down the street. And then straightened. And then blinked. And blinked more. Yeah, still there. But it made no sense.
"... Look down the street and tell me my concussion is messing with me."
Because a six foot tall pencil and an eraser about the size of Toushirou himself were absolutely not meandering down the street. They just weren't. They couldn't be.
Bakura's snarky comment died on his lips as he turned. "...the fuck?"
He blinked again. "...giant pencil and eraser just ambling down the road like we walked into a fucking cartoon?" he asked, voice rather unsure.
He blinked again. "...giant pencil and eraser just ambling down the road like we walked into a fucking cartoon?" he asked, voice rather unsure.
Great, it wasn't the concussion. He'd wanted to blame it. He really, really had.
"Exactly that." He didn't even know what else to say here. What do you say to this? A pencil and eraser were walking down the street. There was nothing to say.
"Exactly that." He didn't even know what else to say here. What do you say to this? A pencil and eraser were walking down the street. There was nothing to say.
"...the fuck is going on here..." Bakura muttered, half to himself.
"...should we follow? I can have Diabound cloak us...."
"...should we follow? I can have Diabound cloak us...."
"Why can't anything make sense anymore?" This was muttered to himself. Corrupt police or even aliens and giant snake gods, he could understand. None of that had prepared him for walking office supplies.
"We should probably check it out, at least . . ."
"We should probably check it out, at least . . ."
"Not even April yet..." Bakura muttered in agreement. "Or even anything cool!" he scowled before shaking his head.
He exhaled softly, the air around him changing as Diabound materialized, curling invisibly around them. "C'mon," Bakura jerked his head, keeping his voice low. Not like Diabound muffled sound....
He exhaled softly, the air around him changing as Diabound materialized, curling invisibly around them. "C'mon," Bakura jerked his head, keeping his voice low. Not like Diabound muffled sound....
Well Toushirou hardly had any problem being quiet, at least. He fell into an easy step at Bakura's side, still just completely baffled as to what was going on here.
And then the eraser hopped off into the street and started erasing lines. ... Okay . . .
And then the eraser hopped off into the street and started erasing lines. ... Okay . . .
The fuck was...
"...this is a fucking cartoon move," he half whispered. "Do think think cars are going to just blindly follow that....?"
...there was a touch of apprehension. Because what if they did....?
"...this is a fucking cartoon move," he half whispered. "Do think think cars are going to just blindly follow that....?"
...there was a touch of apprehension. Because what if they did....?
Definitely a cartoon move. Especially with the pencil following along and drawing new lines in some crazy, winding pattern. For now, no cars were actually following the lines, the drivers being present to witness the insanity and thus not be tricked. But who knew what would happen to later ones? People could be really, really stupid. At best, it would cause a horrible traffic jam.
At worst . . .
"People can't be that stupid." He would hope. But faith in other people's intelligence was hard. "But we've gotta stop these things before they keep this up."
At this proximity, he felt the Pulse sweep through him, and . . . huh. Well, that would be great right about now if their weren't so many people around. Damn.
At worst . . .
"People can't be that stupid." He would hope. But faith in other people's intelligence was hard. "But we've gotta stop these things before they keep this up."
At this proximity, he felt the Pulse sweep through him, and . . . huh. Well, that would be great right about now if their weren't so many people around. Damn.
Edited 2014-03-31 15:38 (UTC)
[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.
Okay I'm still mad but there is something terrible happening that we NEED to address RIGHT away. This is important.
The hell do you want.
[[His voice is a bit on edge and already defensive. If this is about his video games....]]
[[His voice is a bit on edge and already defensive. If this is about his video games....]]
[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.]
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.]
Check this out.
[She pokes her phone camera around the corner of the bookshelf to reveal HORROR.]
[She pokes her phone camera around the corner of the bookshelf to reveal HORROR.]
Edited 2014-03-31 19:25 (UTC)
... the fuck. Are you seriously just..
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....
Where are you.
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....
Where are you.
I'm at the Barnes & Noble downtown what the fuck is going on she looks just like me!
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...?
[[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...?
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