#🌸 ~ Yu-Gi-Oh! 5D's verse ~ 🌸

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Sayer's Revenge - @txmefxll

There were five Dark Signers: Roman Goodwin, Misty Tredwell, Carly Carmine, Kalin Kessler, and Devack. After Devack had been defeated by Leo and Luna's combined might, Greiger had returned as a Dark Signer. Dead and reborn.

Sylvia was there in the Spirit World with Luna, protecting her on her way to recover and free Ancient Fairy Dragon. When she appeared in the physical world, Yusei and Crow had been waiting for her, while Luna took her place at her brother's side.

The entire time, Sylvia had no idea what she was supposed to do. She merely followed everyone else, fretting helplessly while they did their best. When Greiger was reborn, Sylvia wanted to duel him, as was her right as a Signer, but Crow had beaten her to it. She nearly crashed out just trying to keep up with them.

Then everyone scattered. Jack fought that girl-- Carly, she remembered, who helped smuggle her out of her cell when Sayer wasn't looking and her friends were brainwashed. When had Carly died? Was it in Arcadia? She must've missed it after she dove from the balcony to save Sayer.

Why make me into a Signer if I'm going to be so useless?! she thought frustratedly, her hands clenched into cold, trembling fists at her side. Was she meant to just sit there and do nothing as her friends, the real Signers, fought so hard to protect everyone?!

When they arrived at an abandoned carnival, Sylvia, Trudge, Leo, and Luna had split up into two groups: Trudge and the twins searched for Akiza, while she and Yusei went to look for Mina. Saving Mina wasn't an issue; Sylvia had managed to find a rope and fashioned a lasso, hauling her up before the pit she was stuck in had gotten completely filled up with water and drowned her. But Yusei had heard something and briefly left to go check it out.

After Mina reunited with Trudge and the twins, Sylvia went looking for Yusei, because he was gone for too long, and she was getting worried.

"There!" Snow pointed. "It's Yusei!"

Sylvia hesitated. He was ambling like a zombie, and his Duel Disk was activated. Her mark burned fiercely in response to his presence, soaking a new layer of fresh blood into her glove-brace.

That's not Yusei.

She knew those eyes. Those were Liquid and Okita's eyes when they were forced to keep her captive in the Arcadia Movement. That... That must've been how Sylvia had looked in the finals of the Fortune Cup, when Yusei Turbo Dueled her and won.

Behind him, she saw a massive, glowing Enemy Controller, and the manic eyes of the man she once thought she could save.

Sayer.

He was headed right for Akiza, who was still dueling Misty. She had turned around, horrified. Her gaze flicked between him and Yusei, conflicted. "S-Sayer?!"

"Yusei!"

"Stop!"

"Sayer, you snake! What have you done?!" Trudge accused.

There was no time for this. He was going to interfere in Akiza's final duel. Yusei was hurting. Sayer was alive, because of her. This was Sylvia's fault.

She vaulted over the railing of the fire escape she had climbed up, not caring how the impact caused her whole body to tremble, and physically tackled Sayer as hard as she could, then she frantically grabbed his sword-wielding wrist like a rabid animal and chomped down on it.

"Akiza!" she bellowed. "Focus on the duel! Don't you dare look back, y'hear me?!"

"Sylvia! But--"

"I mean it! We need you! We need the real Akiza Izinski! You know the truth now. So bear it! Bear it and fight back, because we're here for you!"

Sayer snarled. "Let go of me, you worm!"

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@lightyourpyre @gempantheon

I just really like this ship.

And yes, I took the joke from the Simpsons.

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Injury - @heartcfthecards

"Still, that looked like a nasty fall... You didn't receive a cut or anything, did you?"

She knelt down to examine the boy. Having hung out with and helped supervise some of the kids under Crow's care, Sylvia quickly grew attached to all of them. They weren't here now, but seeing pretty much any kid, she couldn't help but get worried if they were hurt, and especially if they wandered around without supervision.

Was Domino City of the past just... that safe? Or was it a different cultural standard she wasn't used to, being from Crash Town?

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"I just wanted to rest today! Why can't we be normal on this island for one full day?!"

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"Y'know it's funny that everyone else got 'Johan my beloved,' 'Judai my beloathed,' 'Lena I admire you so much', etc. And meanwhile mine was just 'Sylvia you exist, have a licorice'. I'm keeping that note. That was funny."

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The weight in his words gave her pause. The passion with which she feared for his safety took a breath, and she lingered for a moment in silence, as Yusei turned away from her.

Stubborn until the end. That was why he had the Head of the Dragon. What a cruel curse to place upon someone.

"...then rest," she sighed, walking over to her Duel Runner and mounting it. She couldn't look Yusei in the eye after this. Even though it was raining, she still lifted the bar and enclosed herself within her Runner, putting on her helmet and revving the engine. With the click of a button, she opened the garage door.

"...I'm going home."

Then she left Yusei in the dust, and Rain disappeared. She still had other business to attend to.

"I'm never alone, as long as the bond exists."

Martha had told him words similar, reminded him of that fact as he had awoken from surgery. In pain, the guilt of Kiryu's fate hanging over him like a thick veil, intent on blinding him to the rest. Only then to be dragged from the depths of that fear, that worry, to Aki. A soul tormented and tortured, used by another for schemes that would have made the public gag or recoil in horror. If only they'd ever truly peered at the truth behind that porcelain mask. Cracking open her heart, to be the only one able to wake her from the coma that she'd fallen into. To once more, bringing her to see where home was, to the people who loved her, to the truth. Jack, who tried to forge his own path, power, without power there was nothing to make leeway, a focal point for him, a way to push past the fears of the past, the ghosts that may cling and haunt from those times, a goal in mind that would lead him forward, danger was always along that path. Crow was in a way the same, caring, he would do anything for the kids he looked over, took care of. The heights he would soar for them, how far he'd go for them had no limits, but there would always be those who seek to clip those wings. The twins, thrust into a world, with their parents so far, unable to see the fate that is laid out before the two. He'd come to be a caretaker for them in a way, to oversee their safety. He still remembers how fast he'd taken off into the forest, severely messed up his D-Wheel by driving through mud and roots, he'd had to spend multiple sleepless nights simply cleaning it out and then working on adapting it to be able to handle off road better. How his heart had leapt into his throat at the mere aspect that they were in danger.

It rested on his shoulders to pick them all up when things got tough, they'd stand on their own, he's support them. They'd fall and entrust their hopes, their dreams and the future in his hands, his cursed hands with far too much dirt that stained them. They gazed upon him like he was priceless, when he was worse than them all, carrying the weight so they could shine. That's what he could offer, all he could truly do in a world so cruel.

"Sylvia. Not today. I'm tired."

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Valuable opinion - @sweetcobaltblue

God, did he have to look so full of himself all the time? What a horrible person. She didn't have the energy to argue with him right now.

Friendship is meaningless... She could see why he would think that. For someone like him, perhaps friendship had lost its meaning. But it wasn't what she wanted to hear right now, when she was apart from her own friends, trapped in the past.

She could bark all she wanted, but anyone who really knew her knew she had no real bite. Not unless things got really serious.

"I guess that's my bad for letting my emotions show around you, of all people. I'm not in the mood today, so I'll just go."

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"Judai-kun... You realize Turbo Duels haven't been invented yet, right?"

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Take a break.

Not too long ago, Sylvia would've been yelling that ad nauseam in Yusei's ear. Not literally, of course, but still. He bore the weight of the world on his shoulders. And now she finally got what she wanted; lightening the load from him, meant she had to bear that weight herself.

But Judai and Johan... Judai wasn't at the same skill level as he was when he dueled alongside Yusei. Johan didn't even have Rainbow Dragon yet.

And those Ghosts... Sylvia should've been faster. She should've moved faster.

A hard nudge against her ankles forced one of them to move forward, and Sylvia glanced down to see a very, very miffed Ruby shoving her head against her ankle boots, all but headbutting her until she finally budged. To Sylvia's surprise, Ruby wasn't the only one.

Rainbow Kuriboh's crest shoved up against her back, and Snow's cold hands landed on her shoulder, pushing her forward. All three spirits' insistence caused Sylvia to stumble in her footsteps, startled, and glance back at them. Ruby remained insistent. Snow smiled at her.

"They need you, Miss Sylvia."

She turned back to look at Judai and Johan. She was no King, like Jack or Yusei. She wasn't powerful and elegant, like Akiza, nor was she a perfect bridge between worlds, like Luna or Johan. She wasn't even the kind of person who could confidently forge her own path without hesitation, like Crow.

Out of all the Signers, she was the most imperfect. And yet, she was the one here, not them.

Her lips quivered, her eyes shone with tears. But one last shove from Ruby broke the dam she'd worked so hard to patch up.

Sylvia buried her face in Johan's shoulder, wrapping one arm around both boys, each. The other Signers wouldn't have broken down so easily. Not even Luna.

What a shame, that she wasn't like the other Signers.

"I'm alright."

The chill from the duel spirit invokes no response from him, he'd always wandered in terrain vastly cooler. It doesn't miss his attention how they linger for a moment before moving their hand away, as if not used to their touch upon another, with being seen. He presumes that the weather painters might not be used to being seen by others, much less two more people. Sylvia's words tug at him as he shifts in the bed, fully intent on getting up now. She needed comfort and firm reassurance as well, she honestly carried far too much on her shoulders, just like Judai. Carrying all these expectations like it's all they were, all they had to be. They needed to learn to live beyond that worry and concern otherwise it would simply cause more harm, to themselves.

"You didn't put me in that scenario. I walked into it. Willingly. You did your best in that scenario, even with the odds stacked against us." Keeping his voice quiet as to not be overheard, his gaze unwavering with brimming determination. "Don't think you've burdened me. You are trying your best in an environment you are unfamiliar with. Worrying constantly will only drain you further, you need not dwell on the role of protector, that is mine and my family. One I gladly have accepted alongside my own mission and them." "What I need?" He hates that, it unsettles him how much she thinks she needs to please another, no. "Take a break, you are wound tighter than a mooring rope ready to snap." Just as he was about to rise, his movements stop entirely when an arm gently wraps around him. He can feel the feather light touch upon fabric torn and charred, still holding the edges of ash amongst its burnt edges. The grip that turns a bit more protective, like a firm weight to drag him back and ground him.

The other leans against him, to offer support where he remains strong and unyielding, they both need that more than the thoughts that dwell in his mind. Carefully does he shift his arm, placing his hand on the other's shoulder and give a quiet hum. "We're all okay, that's what matters."

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"...wait. I totally just let it slip that I time traveled. Oops..."

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"Next you're gonna tell me that the Italian plumber twins in that one game series are real, too."

Bestie, you will never guess what that guy's profile picture is--

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"...I wonder if I can use my Power of Creation to birth more than just cards~"

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"No one touches the sweet old gamer on my watch!"

"Even if I have to call upon the power of the Crimson Dragon, I won't yield!"

Protecc:

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"Maybe I really should just disappear..." she mumbled under her breath. "It'd be safer for everyone, wouldn't it? They'd have one less burden to worry about."

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You think you can change anything? Help Yusei? Crow? Jack? Aki? Carly? You really think that you're strong enough to do that, don't you? Don't make me laugh, all your good for is repairs and following Yusei around like a puppy. Face it. You're not worthy of that sign on your arm.

She flinched. She grasped her arm, as if trying to hide the mark proudly emblazoned onto her skin.

They were right. She knew they were right.

Crow, Jack, and Akiza were much stronger than she was. They didn't need her protection. But she wanted to protect them anyway. She wanted to have the power to change things. To protect people. To fulfill a Signer's true duty.

She knew she was nothing more than a failed experiment. An attempted replacement without the actual mental fortitude it took to become strong.

A follower. An echo. A shadow. That was all she was.

"...I know," she whispered, her voice cracking with the weight of her understanding. "...I'm aware I'm unworthy of my Mark."