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[ceodragon]

WHO: Kaiba, Alastair, Kiryu and OPEN
WHERE: Streets somewhere in the City. Around the broken streetlights caused by Alastair's temper tantrum.
WHEN: Sunday Night
WARNINGS: Card Games and male posturing.
SUMMARY: Bakura's death has caused Alastair to go off the deep end and break into KaibaCorp for supplies. Doing so made it personal, and now Kaiba

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The Duel (Closed)

[ceodragon]

[hackeralastair]

Alastair was not riding at the moment, having stopped to consult his comm and look to see if anyone else had posted anything he could take as a clue. Nothing, just more lectures from other people. He didn't want to hear their assessments, he didn't care if he was wrong or acting out - he was nothing if not a bundle of emotions, always feeling before thinking. Right now all he felt was rage and grief, and he would make anyone pay for crossing him.

He had another soul, now. Quatre was unfortunate enough to have been in a park near where Alastair had stopped earlier. Taking out his anger on Bakura's ex felt...way too good. But now he was back in a quiet, simmering rage, ready to throw his comm or spark it with his new power and short it out...until he glanced and saw the white coat in the half-light. Kaiba.

[ceodragon]

Kaiba stopped a good distance away from Alastair and Kiryu. Close enough to talk, but not to actually physically harm anyone; a dueling distance. It was obvious that's where this was going to end up. It was possible, that Alastair would gain two braincells and decide to actually go after the one responsible. Kaiba wasn't holding his breath for that, which is why he had brought along his duel disk along. He wasn't going to lose because he wasn't armed.

"Are you lost?" Kaiba taunted as a greeting. "I don't see Bakura's killer around here."

[hackeralastair]

Those words had just the wrong effect. Alastair bristled, putting himself between Kaiba and his boyfriend. "Do you know who it is, then?" he challenged. "Point me at him and I'll take him down."

The Aftermath (Open)

[ceodragon]

[feel free to tag in anywhere after this]

[hackeralastair]

Just like last time.

Alastair was down, unconscious, collapsed into a heap on the sidewalk with his gray coat spread around him. The instant his soul had been surrendered to the rules of the Oricalchos power, the others he had been storing in spell cards released of their own accord, flickering out into the sky over the City to return to their rightful places. Whether they had been trapped for the weekend or just for a few hours, they were all now back where they belonged.

Except Alastair's. His soul was in the last card still stuck in his duel disk. And he would stay that way until the time limit of his power expired, though he didn't know that - no one did.

[satisfiedsigner]

As soon as Alastair started to collapse, Kiryu was running over to him from where he'd perched to watch the duel. He hardly even noticed the other souls flying away; the only one that mattered right now was Alastair's, and he knew--he knew--as soon as his arm stopped hurting, that it was gone.

But it still hurt when he dropped to his knees next to Alastair and tugged him into his lap and Alastair was obviously still alive but not moving...back home, when he had taken souls, there were no bodies left either, so this was...

"Alastair..."

[ceodragon]

Kaiba hadn't moved yet. It seemed less dramatic than the last time without a plane about to crash. The circle contracting, signaling the end of the duel. He put the cards in his hand back into his deck. He wasn't needed to carry Alastair away this time, Kiryu could do that.

The display in front of him was to personal for him. He turned his head to not have to look at it. What idiots.