I hope I'm doing resurrection right.

[backseatduelist]

[Brunch has had, shall we say, better days.

He doesn't remember what he's been up to for the past week - which happens to include dying, so when he wakes up somewhere he's never seen before, and with a feeling of weird iffiness too (his head's a little tender, his hand's a little stiff, and worst of all, his back aches) he has to fight back panic

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[a_broken_replay]

[Well, she's not exactly been frequenting his floor in the last week, what with recoveries and protective guardians and dangerous alter egos and such. But assuming he's really on a rampage everywhere looking for that Rod, Seiran's going to overhear the noise on her floor when he gets it. Even from her bedroom!

And unlike some of wiser people here who keep to themselves-

Leaving her school books and desk, Seiran goes through her apartment and opens the door to stick her head out, glancing around for the source of whatever she heard.]

[backseatduelist]

[Seeing the door open, he looks over and - right, this is her floor. Actually, this is perfect - she might not like his goals in life, but she did pledge to look after him if he was ever in trouble or needed to vent or anything, right? (He has too high an opinion of her intelligence to believe she actually thought he'd given up revenge when last they met.)

He strides up briskly, wanting to get her attention as quickly as possible and forcing himself to be even slightly calm.]

Seiran! Good, you're home. You....you have to help me. This place's done something terrible.

[It's stolen. It has to be. But she can help search. Her guardians, too. She can help. She has to help.]

[a_broken_replay]

[Catching a quick peripheral glance as he comes down the hall, Seiran gives a twitchy jolt as she turns to look, dread twisting her face as she assumes the worst - that whatever happened hasn't worn off, that he's back and looking for it and oh man, why did she keep it in her apartment?! He'd know where she-

Oh. Well, whatever brought that reaction on, Brunch can be sure she wasn't afraid of him, since she releases a breath in an actual 'phew' and slumps a bit as soon as she's looking right at him. Whoever she was expecting it to be, it was definitely someone else.

But, assumed fears aside, something is clearly actually wrong! Seeing how harried he is, she immediately frowns in a new bout of worry. Ho boy, did something really bad happen last week after all? Something even Brunch himself would notice?]

Marik, what is it? [She glances him over a moment - searching for some clear sign he's hurt - before stepping backwards with the door open, silently waving him in with the same hand she'd had on the door - her right arm's staying at

[backseatduelist]

[She looks frightened of something at first. What's been going on? Brunch's own troubles are more pressing to him, however, and as he heads into her apartment he decides the best way to get her help is to tell the truth. Selectively.]

...I....don't know. That's why you have to help me. [He rubs his head again, stepping into the apartment, letting himself sound a little helpless.] Seiran....It's gotten to my head again. I don't know what it's made me do.

[By "it" he means the DR, of course, and hasn't a clue that statement could be interpreted any other way.]

[faintapparition]

[The Millennium Rod isn't the only thing Brunch is missing.

In a fit of desperation Iris had moved his pendant back to the lobby - no easy task, by any means - so he's been alternatively lurking around the lobby and Brunch's floor since then.

...Though he did start to notice a downright absence in Brunch's presence, dark side or not.

So that it's almost a welcome surprise when he sees Brunch tearing down that hall. And not YnBrunch, at that.

In a measured tone,] So you are back.

[backseatduelist]

[......Of course. Not now. Not before he's found it. He can't let Iris know. He can't panic in front of Iris, either. So while his eyes may widen for a split second, he's got a cold smirk on in the next. Sounds like Iris might know what happened, at least. He'll get that information, think up a way to get rid of the spirit for now, and fix the problem before his ally knows just how badly he's failed.]

I wasn't aware I'd been gone. Still trapped, like everyone else.

[Feels his head a bit gingerly; he may have just the slightest tiny bruise, though regeneration has fixed the worst of everything. If Iris ran into him while he was - doing whatever he was doing - there's no point in pretending nothing at all happened.] What'd it do this time, and how long'd it last?

[faintapparition]

[Iris glances at Brunch from the corner of his eyes. Trying to act calm, hm? That only makes him more suspicious.]

Perhaps gone is the wrong word.

[He takes a moment to consider - he'd take a deep breath if he was breathing - before answering.] You were acting, ah, strangely again. [Was that a slight falter?]

Must have been- a week ago, maybe more? The usual amount of time this place takes. I... avoided you after I saw you.

[backseatduelist]

[It was something bad. Something bad Iris doesn't want to talk about. Something so bad, Iris doesn't want to rub it in his face - unless playing avoidant is his own form of revenge, trying to get Brunch even more frightened since he himself has no proof of his own actions but his current circumstance.

Had he actually scared Iris last week?]

I was that scary, huh? Sounds like something I'd actually want to remember. Figures it'd take that from me.

[A week or more. A whole week or more of his life, gone. Lost to being some stupid puppet to a place he didn't even want to be in the first place. And at the cost of - no, get angry when Iris can't see you, but don't play it too calm, right, how would he behave about this if the Rod weren't gone?]

Well, I'm back now. Soon as I get an idea of what I've been up to things can continue as planned. Can't adapt to or fix what I don't know.

[His empty hands are fiddling with his cloak, though he isn't aware of it, too preoccupied with how his face should look and with keeping his voice

[tinyspazzmarik]

[This room if Brunch barges into it will have a certain tiny spazz who is... not so spazzy right now. He's curled up on the bed, having cucooned himself in the blankets and sheets when he woke up not remembering anything from the past week--the longest blackout he's ever had.

He-he will startle very easily.]

[backseatduelist]

[And barge Brunch does! He doesn't remember ever being here before but it feels kind of familiar for some reason - which gives him an uneasy feeling so he looks around. He'll probably startle at the same time Spazz does when something on the bed moves.]

[tinyspazzmarik]

[He actually jerks up the minute he hears the door slam open, and starts scrambling up against the wall.]

W-WHO ARE YOU GET OUT THERE'S NO ONE HERE.

[backseatduelist]

Aahh!

[Brunch is already on edge so he jumps a little too. If he were a bit calmer he'd probably snark at being told there was no one there, but as things stand he wills first himself to be calm, then holds out his hands to try and placate his younger double, too.]

Easy! Easy, kid. It's just me. Remember me? You showed me around. It's okay.

[He wouldn't have wandered into the kid's room for any reason and left the Rod there, would he? But maybe the kid knows something about what's been going on. This could work out yet.

That's....not a good reaction, though. What's been going on?]