soul_campaign | Seventh Roll: February 7th, Evening. [Text]

[[Not quite. His father is somewhere back over there, but unreachable, his friends... well... while he missed Yuugi, he had made new ones in Death City that he had known for not much less than he'd known Yuugi-tachi.

There's a bit of a faint smile at that]]

Where would you want to go that you wouldn't hate?

[He chuckles at the questions and grins wearily.]

Dunno. Hell maybe, but I doubt I'd like it there for long, either.

[[He laughs softly]] Can't imagine you'd be the type who'd be settled in death.

[His smile turns a bit more honest.]

Nah, I sure won't. I'm the kind who needs to feel the fire and burn.

[[a small nod and faint smile]] Better to stay alive, then. So you don't become a vengeful ghost.

A ghost? [He snorts, looking amused.] For that I'd have to have a recognized soul. Don't you know that animals like me don't have them?

But you're here, aren't you? You have to have one.

They say that everybody is given a soul here upon arriving. [He shrugs. Whatever, he doesn't care about it anyway.]

So you could become a restless spirit if you died here. So best not to. [[decides with a fake serious nod]]

Will you stop trying to turn me into a bad ghost? I'm tellin' you I'm not gonna become one! Quit killing me before I'm dead!

[Ironically that kind of talk actually manages to unsettle him. He's never bothered to think about the possible after behind dead much before.]

[[where as it doesn't bother Bakura any because he's all but been there]]

Aaa... Sorry... I didn't mean....

Yeah, yeah, next thing we know is that you've already penned down the inscription of my grave marker.

Ohh, the world's such a cruel place! Even you, Ryou Bakura, all you guys want to see somebody dead! [His lamentation is entirely too dramatic to be serious.]

[[He can't help it, he has to laugh at that. An actual true, warm laugh, the first he's had in quite a few days.]]

Wha- NOW YOU'RE EVEN LAUGHING AT ME! [He points and pretends to be all angry only to join into the laughter shortly after.]

As if there's anyway I wouldn't! Mou, saying something like that after I said not to die. [[still smiling so warmly. It's almost a relief, being able to joke around again.]]

Yeah, because you started declaring me an undead right after that. Making up your mind, will you~

Have something against the undead~?

For honest? I don't believe in them.

Really? Not even after...?

After what?

After the attack that had them here and everything...

Oh. Those? I figured that they're just another version of the usual monster number here. Y'know, working bodies but in this kind definitely no minds. [In any case, he finds it easier to think of them that way.]

Mmmm... they really did look like zombies, though...

[He grimaces. They really did which was one of the reasons why he had liked dealing with them the least.]

They did. Still, that wasn't life after death for sure.

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