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July - August Test Drive Meme

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You didn't?

[Then what was all the acting for, except his entertainment?]

I figured you did, after the end of Battle City. [He shrugs, already dismissing it as irrelevant. Bakura doesn't care what friends Yuugi's little group did or didn't make. Instead he gives Marik a saucy smirk.] Cute. You're still thinking that you can hit me if I'm not entertaining you.

[Or that Bakura won't be a bastard. Has Marik already forgotten about the 'evil' part in him being an evil spirit? Bakura hums pleased to himself as he lets the knife vanish back to where it came from and hooks the ball back onto his belt. It sits next to his card case with his deck.]

Luck's got nothing to do with it. You're a Keeper. You're bred to protect things and keep them from being broken. It's in your instincts. All I had to do was to give you no time to think.

No. We pretty much left right after things wrapped up. They were cordial with us but I very much doubt Yugi and his hand actively wanted to get to know myself or my siblings. I just gathered a few clues here and there about Ryou's behavior to pick up on your differences. Or so I thought.

[Marik shoots him another glare. He will catch him off guard one of these days.

Maybe.

The glare dissipates though as he considers what Bakura says to him. He never really had that instinct- or so he thought. It's that why... he wanted to protect Odion from their father? Why he wants to protect Chenzira? His hand hovers over the Yamask's pokeball. That... would certainly explain his strange attachment. It's in his genetics.

He huffs and looks away. Time to change the subject.]

You have the Ring. How are you able to use it here?

If it helps you to feel better, Yuugi and his friends usually can't tell it's me, either. Being able to imitate him somewhat successfully is one of the perks of cohabitating for as long as we have.

[He can tell that Marik is thinking something stupid, but he decides it's best not to ask. Any fool could tell that such a reaction has more to do with personality than genetics, but letting him believe it could still be a leverage at some point.]

Beats me. Just as I don't know how I got here. My best guess so far is that this is some kind of Dark Game.

[Probably not a Shadow Game, but there's still too much game-based things here for him to not lean in that direction. The ghastly decides it's time to float over and give his 'trainer' a headbutt before hovering over his shoulder. Bakura reaches up and absentmindedly pats it.]

Good work, there.

They don't seem the most keen in noticing things, particularly with your host. They just shuffled you off with his grandfather and completely forgot about you until you showed up for the semi-finals.

With friends like them, who needs enemies?

[He crosses his arms, wincing a bit at the scrapes again.]

No... It's too... innocent to be either that or a Shadow Game. This place honestly seems like a simulation. I wonder then... can you sense Ryou still?

[His gaze falls on the Gastly.]

... Fitting that you'd get a ghost type too.

[He just flashes his fangs, proving Marik's point.]

It's my good luck that they're not as good as the ones I caught for him before.

[Way back, when the isolation and being marinaded in dark magic and Zorc's influence had still done a thing on his sanity or two. Trying to help his host had really been silly.]

Maybe. Something similar to what the Kaiba brat did, then? I'm not planning on wasting too much time on this. [Ignore the happily purring ghost on his shoulder. Bakura clearly hates this place and everything that comes with it.] We're not sharing consciousness right now. But I can't tell you if that means his soul is somewhere out there, but out of my reach, or not. I'm no soul-sniffing dog.

[He tsks.]

Spirits and shades have always been drawn to me, even before I became one myself. What do you mean with 'too'?

[Yes, that sounds... like a story for a different time. Marik just winces at the idea of what Bakura did to the others.]

Yeah. No one really knows though so... it's probably best we don't try wrapping our heads around it.

[Hmm. Still. Bakura's answer makes him think. If he doesn't sense him then... are the two somehow separate? He supposes that would make some weird sense considering they're two different souls but... then how would it handle one body?

That's far too much involved thought then he wants at the moment. Marik shelves that for later. Or never. Might be best not to even worry about it.

He clicks the pokeball his hand was hovering over before and out pops a very timid looking Yamask, who quickly retreats to his trainer's shoulder.]

My starter is a ghost type. Yamask.

[Chenzira peeps up a little and looks at Bakura with uncertainty. That man... has a very bad vibe.]

Ohh? You got a ghost as well? That's not really your vibe, but I guess personalities can make up for much.

[He reaches out a hand and offers it to the intimidated ghost type, letting it decide itself whether it wants to get closer to him or not. His ghastly has taken to happily nestling between his prominent bangs in the meantime. It's very obvious that this ghost type pokemon is feeling like it hit jackpot with the albino. Probably because Bakura has been rough but never unreasonable or brutal with it.]

There's also this one.

[A tap one another pokeball and an alolan vulpix joins their meet and greet. It gives Marik's legs a curious sniff before it winds around them once and then pointedly sits itself between the two humans(?).]

Careful with this one, it likes to ice the shoelaces or soles of those it doesn't like.

I actually find them quite fascinating. Most of my team are ghost-types.

[Well, if he's holding out his hand... maybe he's not so bad...? Chenzira slowly reaches out a hand to pat Bakura's with before withdrawing again and hiding himself more behind Marik's shoulder.]

Ice and ghost... Those are incredibly fitting for you. I'm not at all surprised.

[He reaches up to pat Chenzira on the head. It's okay, buddy. This is daddy's jerkhead... friend?]

... So, are you actually here to catch some Rotom or was that just a guise?

[Bakura's Haunter lets out a victorious laugh, but the Spirit himself only shows that he is pleased with a brief upturn of the corners of his lips. Taking his hand back, he returns his attention to Marik.]

I can see why the ghost, but why the ice?

[He offers a shrug.]

I might as well. I heard it has the ability to change its secondary elements, that should be useful. Besides, I have a cover story to keep up.

[Oh that's a big scary laugh. Chenzira's sinking lower so only a bit of his eyes and his headcrest are visible. Poor dear.]

Because of your albinism and you're a cold bastard. Or so I assume.

[The blonde looks around, mostly to gauge where they're at.]

Alright. I suppose I can assist you.

[He gives Bakura a stern look that's utterly pointless in the end.]

I'm not joining Team Rocket though so don't get any ideas.

[Because doing grunt work is so under him~

But he leads the way towards the Rotom occupied building. (While Chenzira crawls around to Marik's front to avoid direct line of sight from the tomb robber and scary ghost.)]

[Bakura's haunter reacts by vanishing into thin air, it's eyes disappearing last. Bakura just huffs and runs a hand through his hair to get it back in (dis)order. HE's obviously used to just letting his monsters run free as they please.]

-and here I thought you had something profound to say for once. Shame on me!

[He rolls his eyes as he starts to walk - back to the shop he's been waiting at earlier, although his bearings make him look like a different person now.]

Too generous of you~ Do you really think I'd team up with those losers?

[Chenzira never strays far, generally always hanging off Marik's shoulders or on top of his head. He's clingy - both literally and figuratively. Not that Marik minds.]

It makes the most sense. Sorry for not being profound enough for you.

[The blonde picks up the pace to stay ahead of Bakura, grabbing the handle to the shop door.]

There's some hope for you yet, Bakura. Perhaps you're not a total scumbag.

[And before the albino can reply, Marik opens the door and heads inside.

Cheeky bastard.]

You're the one who've got to know it.

[He rolls his eyes as he follows inside, hands jammed into his pocket and looking for all the world to see like trouble.]

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