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7th Turn: Video | July 31th

[The video starts with an evil laugh and gleaming eyes in sinister shadows before Bakura leans forward with a grin that’s full of bared teeth. The evil spirit has spent the last days searching the city near and far for the souls of two certain multi-color-haired midgets just to return with his hands empty. He had went all the way to make sure that it was no fluke and now he had certainty of the result. Malicious killing intend is dancing in both his eyes and his voice, twisting them more away from his nice counterpart than ever as he intones a mocking chant.]

The king is dead, the king is dead, long live the king~! Isn’t that how it’s said? [He laughs derisively before he shakes his head with a haughty tsk.]

All those things, all those times …and now that! Having it end like that feels almost too easy! [His smile drops into a discontent frown that turns his eyes hard before he tsks again and shakes his head as he brushes whatever thought he had aside with a wave of his hand.

The expression he presents the network with again seconds later is that of a winner, amused and cruel. ] No more games, dear Death City, for the main actor’s dead and the rest of the story’s already settled! [He feels betrayed.]

Both the main actor and the secondary cast have been removed. [He'd wanted some more time.]

So I’m going to end the game-! [It should have been personal!!]

The only thing is.. What’s the gamemaster left to do once the game’s won and over? [The frown is back at those last words. For a moment Bakura seems honestly troubled, then he shakes his head again with a mumbled curse and ends the connection. Atem has been much more than just an enemy to him.

No amount of public gloating can replace killing him with his own hands.]

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[[a pause]]

So that someone else could have it?

[[What was it about those dragons that caused so many death games...?]]

Yeah. They really loved doing that. There were several temples that they used just to store those captured souls and to always have them available to their beck and call.

[[Another pause, longer this time as all the scraps of things he'd heard start falling together and things start making a hideous amount of sense.]]

That's what Pegasus found to make Duel Monsters from, isn't it? The dark games played now don't even come close to how they used to be, do they...

I'd assume so. Keep in mind, I was still locked into that damn Ring back when he found it. But the evidence speaks for it. Are you still wondering why my and the Pharaoh's games are on such different levels than anybody else's?

The only others I know anything about were Pegasus's. His always seemed a lot like yours, stealing people's souls.

But I guess that's just what the Items do....

You're forgetting the Puzzle. Stealing. It's not the same as misplacing. Comparing his set of skills to mine is like comparing your run off the mill rapist to the man who broke into the casino with the world's best security system and was never caught. It's what they've made them to be used for.

I didn't get to see many that he started.

And I only saw part of one of yours. I can't really make any comparisons....

Then why are you doing it anyway?

Because fragments are better than nothing. Just seeing the results...

I'm sorry. I'm not thinking very well today.

No. Making judgments based on knowing nothing is never better. All it ends with is you making 'righteous' decisions that all but disregard the truth for what you want and fuck somebody else up. So don't do it!

I'm not trying to make any damned judgements! I'm trying to piece together something that resembles a whole from bits of nothing that don't make any sense and all I have to go on are the words of two jerks who hate each other that I can't trust either of!

[[a moment later]]

Sorry

Trying not to put my foot in my mouth just makes it worse.

For what? You're being honest for once at least. Sort of a fucking pity one has to push you like that before any bit of it ever spills out. [Not that this amount of typed out cursing is normal form him either. But he has a good excuse for now.]

So you really want the truth, huh?

[[Neither of them are in proper form. It's a keen loss suffered in two opposite directions.]]

Yes.

[There is a delay because the response has made Bakura break out in haughty howls of barking laughter, one that has little to do with any real mirth and all with cruelty and being overly aware of the situation they're in - and let's face it, laughing at things that ought to hurt is one of the things Bakura does best. Even he himself knows that.]

Too bad for you then that the truth died so long ago!

No

The truth is still able to be found. Because all the pieces are still here. You're still here, he's still there, the Items still continue on.

Your memory wasn't lost. And his is waiting still, isn't it?

That's where you're still a little kid, Ryou. You think that things have a reason and will eventually fall in place if everything's just gathered and arranged correctly.

Something like this feels like it should. It wasn't just bad luck that things happened. They happened because of someone. So there has to be a reason...

Yeah

[That's all he has got to say to it. It had been because of someone, or rather because of something. But even back then Zorc Necrophades hadn't been the only one pulling their strings. They had kept dancing and tangling themselves in them until the very end..]

[[a long pause]]

Sorry. I know it's not a good topic for you. I guess even here, I can't stop wanting to figure it all out. Somehow it feels even more important as we all disappear...

[There is a long pause before the feed suddenly switches to video. It shows a Bakura whose eyes are full of shadows and look sunken deep against the darkness of the room he's in, but he also looks very earnest and sane; somebody who has lived too long and seen too much as not to turn into one of the monsters he has been fighting and who is just all to aware of that - and has made his peace with it.]

Ryou Bakura. Some things are better of left forgotten and buried in the sands of time. This thing is one. [He sighs and stands up, walking past the view of the camera. A short noise and the sudden flooding of light into the room reveal that he must have went to look out of the window.] ...and me and everybody else involved in it too.

Edited 2014-01-02 03:43 (UTC)

[[There's a pause on this Bakura's end as well, though not nearly as short. The appearance of his doppelganger... that serious face... He wasn't sure he'd ever seen it before.

Almost hesitantly, he turns video on on his end as well, showing a self who seems worn out and tired, hair almost resembling his doubles with how little care he's taken it the past few days.]]

This thing... I don't know if I can forget.... it feels like I shouldn't. Not until everything's finished...

[[his voice is soft, reinforcing the tired appearance, and there's a small hesitation]]

And I don't want to forget you...

[[he's not even sure why any longer, and he's not sure if he would feel the same way if they hadn't had this time in Death City, however...]]

[Bakura smirks to himself hearing those words, pale eyes still fixated on the desert outside the borders of the city. Of course he'd say something like that now out of all times...!

He guesses he should be touched, but all he feels is a sense of derisive irony.

Walking back, he picks up the mirror and grins.]

How touching. Unfortunately for you it's already too late. The game's over. Everybody who mattered is dead. Go enjoy those limited days you have here because afterward you will forget all about it one way or another.

I'll find a way not to... [[It's soft, but oddly determined]]

...and as long as you're still here, it's not truly over... is it?

[He just laughs in his face.]

Much luck trying that! Don't fuck it up like all the other times!

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