Bakura Ryou [獏良了] (
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Return of the White Mage! ... the other White Mage. No the othe-- oh nevermind. :(
Characters: Bakura and whomever else
Open? Yep~
Where: Somewhere around the capital.
When: It's... complicated. (Birds, I tell you! Birds!)
What: Bakura returns from investigating that weird time vortex that was left after the Hero of the Mountain was defeated with far more memories than he started with.
Warnings:
"And yet, all was not as it had once been. In that spot where the battle raged, there is a strange point of magic. A warping of space that seems to pulse. It is only visible to those who hold magic deep within them, or those who have been touched by it and those whose magic can see into the future may find themselves drawn to it and their arts touched by its strange power...."
Finding that note in the Book of History had sparked Bakura's curiosity, and with fewer and fewer people still around in the Kingdom... he had finally given in and gone to peer at that odd warping of space that had been left when the Hero the Mountain's time magic had been defeated. Standing before it, the pull had been utterly irresistible, and he found himself reaching out--
To any observer, the White Mage had simply vanished, like so many Heroes had when the White Mage-- no, the other White Ma-- oh fine, when the White Mage Kori's spell had waned in power once more.
But this vanishing was something altogether different, not that anyone but Bakura would realize.
It was almost impossible to tell (due to the simple fact that noone really kept track) how long he was gone for, but when he did stumble back out of the vortex, a considerable amount of time had passed, something reflected in the adjustments to his robes and hat (but noone had paid much close attention to those either so noone would at all notice. Such a shame really, to have these little plot details so overlooked...)
So it's with a rather distracted expression that he heads back into town, seeming almost lost...
...that is until he spots a familiar face. Even if there aren't too many of those yet.
Open? Yep~
Where: Somewhere around the capital.
When: It's... complicated. (Birds, I tell you! Birds!)
What: Bakura returns from investigating that weird time vortex that was left after the Hero of the Mountain was defeated with far more memories than he started with.
Warnings:
"And yet, all was not as it had once been. In that spot where the battle raged, there is a strange point of magic. A warping of space that seems to pulse. It is only visible to those who hold magic deep within them, or those who have been touched by it and those whose magic can see into the future may find themselves drawn to it and their arts touched by its strange power...."
Finding that note in the Book of History had sparked Bakura's curiosity, and with fewer and fewer people still around in the Kingdom... he had finally given in and gone to peer at that odd warping of space that had been left when the Hero the Mountain's time magic had been defeated. Standing before it, the pull had been utterly irresistible, and he found himself reaching out--
To any observer, the White Mage had simply vanished, like so many Heroes had when the White Mage-- no, the other White Ma-- oh fine, when the White Mage Kori's spell had waned in power once more.
But this vanishing was something altogether different, not that anyone but Bakura would realize.
It was almost impossible to tell (due to the simple fact that noone really kept track) how long he was gone for, but when he did stumble back out of the vortex, a considerable amount of time had passed, something reflected in the adjustments to his robes and hat (but noone had paid much close attention to those either so noone would at all notice. Such a shame really, to have these little plot details so overlooked...)
So it's with a rather distracted expression that he heads back into town, seeming almost lost...
...that is until he spots a familiar face. Even if there aren't too many of those yet.
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"But my hens! The monster!"
"Build a fence."
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"Aha!" The NPC seemed perfectly satisfied with that, and scuttled away. "Then I shall take care of this paperwork at once, so that my chickens may be saved!"
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He turned, eyes sparkling as he looked over at Hajime. Despite the lack of scar and that he was clearly older than the Bakura Hajime had known in Locke, there was something in how he stood, and the slightly rougher speech pattern that was clearly different from the version Hajime had met while Traveling.
"So, short short version, Locke, Tokyo, Liminal, or somewhere else I haven't been yet?" he asked, counting the locations on his fingers as he listed them.
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And the rest of Bakura...well. That wasn't what Hajime was expecting, nor was the question there. His eyes narrowed a bit in confusion. "From Locke. Just came from Liminal."
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He trailed off, looking thoughtful once again before realizing Hajime was staring and giving another small, embarrassed laugh. "I sort of got caught up in this weird sort of vortex and got to live through a lot of different versions of my life!"
1/???
2/???
3/okay I'm done
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"Though it really is pretty weird, how often some version of you showed up in places... since I think it has to be a different you, the one in the mini pocket universe place. And probably the one that was sort of like the world the first you came from, but also kinda not. Still not even sure what year that was there.... I think that one was kinda like our two worlds had merged somehow, since there were both Duel Monsters and your version of things, with the creatures sealed in cards and stuff," he mused.
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There was a grimace. "Parallel universes can be a little too on the nose sometimes, yeah..." Traveling had taught him that much.
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