#♦ VERSE → battle city.

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A small chuckle resonates in Esme's throat when he says that he thinks there might be a small scrap of good in her. How naïve can one boy be? Even if her own memories of her previous life are hazy at best, she has a feeling that she's never been a good person. After all, she's a monster and no one ever saw monsters as good people.

"Well, you've got that right that I'm scary," remarks the other half to this weak girl with a small pointed roll of her eyes. "But you're stupid to believe that there's a shred of good in me, boy. I'm the monster within this pathetic Mask for a reason. It's cute, though, that you think that of me~" There's the venomous smirk she's known for that tugs at her lips as she states that.

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There's a thick swallow coming from Resa as he says that with her trying her best to steel her emotions so that the spirit of the ring didn't notice how unnerving he could really be. Once she gathers her courage to approach him, her oceanic hues are on his before she turns to grab the first aid kit that isn't too far away.

"If it is, then let me at least take care of the wound you got so that his body doesn't get an infection. Won't do either of you any good to go around feeling sick now, yeah? How else are you gonna be at the top of your game when you've got a cold or worse?"

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The embrace he gives her makes it so that she doesn't topple over from how graphic the memories truly are. As she grapples with the weight of suddenly remembering a life that, at first, feels like a dream. Is she truly this Queen of Thieves he says she is? All this time she believed that she is the protector of this fragile body, so to know that she had previously existed?

It's a lot to take in all at once.

"Akefia... I... I don't understand how I could simply forget all that we shared. I..." For once, her voice—itself usually brimming with malice and confidence—sounds unsure here. To forget all of their experiences together is cruel to do to her king, and something inside of her knows that he's already had a lifetime of cruelty. She...

She did not want to add more on to that.

"Do you know what would have made me forget? Surely it cannot be time itself for you certainly remember..."

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Keith tilted his head, genuinely curious. Was that an accent? British? He didn’t know much about the dueling scene there. “You a duelist? Whattaya run?” (@keithhoward)

The question momentarily brings the Brit to a pause with her aquamarine irises turning to face his that were shielded by his sunglasses. A gentle smile crosses Resa's countenance before a small chuckle is elicited from her throat. She's not insulted by the fact that he didn't know who she is, given how many circuits there are for dueling.

"I sure am a duelist," she responds, her English accent leaking through with every syllable she says. "You probably only focus on the North American regional tournaments and all that, yeah? You can already tell by my accent alone, but I'm one of the top duelists in the European circuit. It's a pleasure to meet you, sir. My name is Resa Varick. To whom do I owe the pleasure of speaking to?" Her tone is amicable and light, easily displaying just how at ease she feels by speaking about this subject at large. Though, since he did ask her a question, it'd simply be rude to not give him an answer to it, right?

"As far as what I personally run, I've many different types of decks that I usually carry. I'm most known for my fairy beatdown, but for the others? That's something you'll have to figure out yourself!"

After all, a lady never reveals all of her secrets out in the open like this.

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"What's life without taking a few risks here and there?" As for the face he's studying, she's mostly emotionless aside from the smallest twinge of a smirk on her lips. "By monster, are you referring to yourself or another being that lurks here? So far, I haven't seen anything that's considered dangerous."

"You are brave lingering here. . ." Dark eyes watch, studying this face--a new one he has yet to see or perhaps has avoided his gaze, "And don't mistake this as kindness. . . it's a warning, considering the monster that hunts around here."

@neverwavers ♕ small starter

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❛ dangerous to be out so late. ❜

200 dialogue prompts // accepting!!

"Hmm?"

An arch of the brow is given before "Resa" turns her head in the direction of where that voice came from. While she didn't expect anyone to want to approach her late at night, this individual felt bold enough to do so. How cute, she thinks, to be concerned over her safety like this when she's well aware of how efficient she can be in protecting her frail host's body.

Nothing's saying that she couldn't have her fun here, right? It's been a while since she's been able to play with anyone and she has been feeling rather bored as of late. Time to remedy that!

"Oh, I suppose a girl like me shouldn't be out late at night... Silly me." A slight tsking sound comes from her lips at that, however her facial expression didn't show that she's all too concerned here aside from a small grin tugging at the corners of her mouth. "Are you concerned about me, sir? How kind — they say chivalry is dead these days, after all."

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[ txt - Jou 🐉 ]Hey there. I just wanted to say thanks for speaking up for me during class. I know it got you in hot water, so... if there's anything I can do to pay you back, please let me know. [ txt - Jou 🐉 ] You're a loyal friend and one that I can count on. :)

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out of cards: so none of my tags have been working, which means ig it’s time for a new tag drop! also a new dynamic tag for @praeteritus-memories‘ Ryou and Bakura ^^

♦ VISAGE → so many masks but which one is the real ‘‘you’‘? ♦ MUSINGS → thoughts that swirl around a tumultuous mind. ♦ MANNERISMS → the way she holds herself; the sight of a proper lady but even more lies within. ♦ AETHESTICS → what may appear as a materialistic desire is anything but. ♦ CARDS → what helps her excel on the high-stakes battlefield. ♦ WARDROBE → illuminate the sky with your ephemeral beauty. ♦ ABILITIES → some may call you a jill of all trades with your many skills. ♦ ALLIES → you are never alone; at least someone has your back. ☠ VISAGE → behold the sight of the monster within; she who has a venomous gaze in hateful eyes for the world itself. ☠ MUSINGS → what thoughts come from such a burning desire to see the world crumble at your feet? ☠ MANNERISMS → such cruelty & malice are reflected in these actions; watch yourself for she might tear you asunder. ☠ AESTHETICS → such a rich taste for the finer things in life; why should she settle for anything less than what’s suited for a queen? ☠ CARDS → mere tools so as to secure a win from impossible situations. ☠ WARDROBE → wrap yourself in garments that are made for royalty; settle for nothing less. ☠ ABILITIES → strike swift & fast from the shadows themselves for no one will be able to keep track of you. ♦ MEMES → it’s all fun & games here! ♦ VERSE → battle city. ♦ VERSE → doma. ♦ VERSE → post-doma. ♦ VERSE → dark side of dimensions. ♦ VERSE → post-dsod. ♦ OUT OF CARDS → the duel is over! you have lost the game! ♦ DYN / praeteriterus-memories: even death won't separate us for our souls are forever intertwined by the sands of time.

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A slender brow arches upward when Ryou's voice raises slightly in defense of her pathetic mask. Unfortunately for Ryou, it only serves to give her more ammunition to see just how much he cared for her or if his feelings are nothing more than superficial. The corners of her lips curve into a smirk with her walking close to the sweet boy, a finger curling underneath his chin to force him to lock eyes with her.

"Heh, is that right? You think she's fearless when I know she's just a weakling who'd be nothing without me? Don't make me laugh, boy. You do not know just how feeble she really is."

That chuckle alone makes his skin crawl, more than seeing any spider would, and it only makes him feel all the more mentally weak about even just confronting Esme. While he would normally take off running, he knows that Resa was strong for him when it came to confronting his darker side.

"Resa...isn't pathetic!" His soft spoken voices raises a bit, before he finds his shoulders beginning to tense up with fear at even just confronting her. "She's smart, fearless and...and she's the nicest person I've ever met."

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"Thank you, Spirit of the Ring," The Brit gives him a warm smile before opening up the kit to grab the gauze and antiseptic that's within it. As her fingers unravel the dirtied bandages to reveal the wound, she dabs a small bit of the antiseptic ointment on to her fingers to then rub it over the injury to make sure it didn't get infected.

"That actually gives me a question, if you don't mind. Is there a name you prefer to be called by? I feel like 'Spirit of the Ring' is too impersonal since you're a part of Ryou and all." Her tone is even, yet there's sincerity in it since she is rather curious to learn more about the spirit within.

"Tch..." What really began to bother him was that she didn't fear him. Why was his host so easy to instill fear into to the point where taking control was almost too easy, but Resa felt like he couldn't even make her flinch?

Rolling his eyes, he reaches his arm out for her to at least clean up the wound on his arm that was still recovering from that evil scheme just to obtain the millennium rod. "Fine, only because I don't want to deal with this already weak body getting sick."

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Although reincarnating is what reunited them three thousand years later, Esme's unsure if it's worth it if she wound up forgetting the lives they lived before this. To her, it's both a blessing and a curse. Even though she has now remembered, who's to say that she'll be able to do so the next time? There's still a few spotty areas in her memory, but she assumes those will be filled in due time.

"...Are you comfortable letting me know what you had to exactly do to bind your soul to the ring?" There's a hint of sincerity in her voice towards her thief. "Maybe... Maybe I can do the same thing just in case if I forget again." Both Resa's and Esme's memories are rather hazy, especially when they switch control.

"I don't want to forget you again. Not after you've waited all this time for me to come back again... You've already experienced so much hardship and grief and I don't want to add on to that, my heart."

Bakura never believed in blessings. Why would he? The very ‘Gods’ that the people of Egypt worshipped had made a ‘blessing’ in the form of the Millennium Items so he can’t see why he would be given one. However, this was the one instance where he felt like maybe he was given some grace at long last. How lucky does a cursed spirit have to really be to have the love of his life reincarnated the same time he possesses a young man who held the ring?

“I would assume reincarnation makes you forget.” He doesn’t really want to explain it yet, it’s both too much for him to utter without flying into rage and for Esme to know, but it’s very well possible that being reborn does make you forget things about your past life. 

“I only remember who I am and my plans because of what I had to do to bind my soul to the ring.” Which was fusing his very soul with the world’s darkest being, but Bakura didn’t care when he knows his equally dark soul had most of the control over it.