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[haqiqa-anqa]

"I mean... If I don't feed... It's very bad."

Sure he wasn't a full blown monster or anything. But it still wasn't pretty when starvation set it. Yami would slowly lose more and more control of his own body. A burning sensation equivalent to his insides being on fire. Not fun.

"It is quite literally what keeps me alive. I'd hate to imagine if I didn't get any blood or energy in time."

Yami would likely die of starvation. Especially if wounded and no help came. A horrible thought.

[elementalistfusion]

He has brought more supplies for the paper stars endeavor.

Judai perks up, "More paper?" he's way too excited by the design of the paper. He kicks his feets under the table. His voice is still a little shot but stronger than it was earlier. He's been working on awhile with these. "You wanna learn how to make em???"

[no96-blackmist]

"A duelist?" But was he a Numbers Hunter?

[ofthepuzzle]

I left for a bit and decided to check stuff on here and

Nani.

[ofthepuzzle]

@txmefxll​ said: ∗ 96﹕ sender  tackles  receiver  out  of  the  way  of  danger . 𝟏𝟎𝟎 𝑵𝑶𝑵𝑽𝑬𝑹𝑩𝑨𝑳 𝑷𝑹𝑶𝑴𝑷𝑻𝑺 .

       With peeling paint and red-brown rust, the pipes cascade down the walls of the buildings that narrow the space in the alleyway. Out of all places, this had to be the one that he was challenged to a duel at late hours. Battle City began and there’s been all kinds of duelists roaming in all the places of Domino City. But normally, Yami sees them at the Plaza and not at secluded areas like this. But whatever, an environment like this isn’t scaring him. The man who challenged him, however, isn’t playing fair. Instead of betting their locator cards and rarest card, the man insists that they hand over their whole deck. At that second, steps can be heard from behind the dumpsters as two more men appear in ragged outfits and join the first one. The first man also adds that they might need an additional duel disk as well with an impudent grin on his face.

       “That’s against the rules!” Yami snaps, his hands balling into a fist and his gaze cast into a glare. But that doesn’t seem to faze the men. They corner him until he accepts to duel. Well, if he plays his cards right, he will win the duel. He won’t want the other’s whole deck, however.

       “Fine then. Let’s get this over with.” Seeing as how they won’t let him go that easily, the pharaoh agrees. He’s not one to run from a challenge either. Even if the bet is absurd. Mist dances upon shoes, reaching above the ankles. In this eerie scene there is a chance to learn how to silence fear and for one to see into the weakness of the opponent. And that’s what Yami is striving for. This man believes he will be in the finals in a jiffy. But the pharaoh smirks and voices, “Not with that attitude.” This creates pulsating tension in the atmosphere as the duel begins.

       Halfway through the duel, the man realizes he’s losing the upper hand. His strategy is figured out and his traps are harpooned away in an instant, giving priority to Yami’s monsters to attack and wipe out the ones on the opposing end. The man is terrified, refusing the idea of losing. Not only that but he assumes he’ll end up having to give away his deck as he betted. For that, he is prompted into aggression, telling his companions to strip Yami away from his deck and duel disk. How unfair that is.

       As the men come running, for a split second an iridescent eye manifests on the pharaoh’s forehead. Their attempt will be stopped, albeit not in the way Yami plans to. Before the foes could reach, Yami feels himself being swept away. The men land in the same spot where he was on previously. Everything happens within an instant that the pharaoh needs a moment to perceive the information from his eyes. Magic on pause, eyes widened, one hand holding the cards he was going to use. He quickly retrieves them inside his pocket on his belt before they fall out. The rest of his deck is still placed within the duel disk.

      “Yuusei—“ He whispers under his shallow breath. It’s like for a second there he forgot to breathe. As he inhales, his one hand is instinctively clutching on Yuusei’s arm. He exhales softly, his heart is racing and the glowing eye disappears from his forehead. The men are asking each other who might the newcomer be. They show visible displeasure that their target have been moved away.

      “When did you—“ Yami is too stunned to speak but glad to see the other. “Thank you.” He adds.

[elementalistfusion]

Did he just pull up a chair? Yes he did. There's a notebook placed before the other as he reaches into his jacket pocket before producing a pair of glasses to which he puts on. Only then does he begin. "Synchro Summoning is the new method used here. Like how Fusion was popular back then alongside the lesser known Ritual Summoning." A pen gently taps against the paper before he writes, quick, neat. "So there are specific monster cards that were made called tuners, that's the key to Synchro Summoning. However like fusion, some fusions have requirements like two normal monsters without effects or only effect monsters. Some tuners have to be a specific type or archtype for the synchro monster." He turns the notebook around with the mathematics scribbled down upon it. Carefully setting Stardust Dragon's card down next to it and Debris Dragon alongside Shield Warrior and Sonic Chick. "Look at the levels of these cards and then look at Stardust Dragon. Do you see it?"

Judai blinks, leaning forward enough to see what Yusei's writing but not enough to touch him. He's kind of a bit confused about the glasses, but he chooses to skirt over it for now.

OKay that made somewhat sense. He remembers Asuka using ritual summons. But he lets that too slide off his back, moving to lean against the table, his leg jackhammering underneath the table careful to not bump into Yusei or said table.

"Ssssssoooo the stars have to add up alongside the Synchro requirement...? ...... Like you can't.... Use..... Sonic chick and Debris dragon alone to make Stardust...... But adding Shield warrior fixes the issue..?"

[elementalistfusion]

A low rumble echoes from the cosmic dragon, gaze fixated upon him as a low huff of cold air drifts from it's open maw, even in it's shrunken state it's barely able to fit within the confines of the area. Piercing gold eyes that radiate with intelligence, a living breathing soul that has seen more than just this lifetime. Long tail adorned in an almost hooked partial trident design as it slides across the floor, gently hooking behind him before pushing the brunette to the couch. Where another has fallen into the peaceful lullabies of slumber. The dragon beckons the other to rest, as it gazes one last time to him before slowly moving to lay down, tucked awkwardly in the space, it's gaze fixated on any possible entrance points while a wing stretches just slightly outwards, a shelter over their heads, scattering the scent of cinnamon and the crisp air of a rainstorm. It will keep watch.

Judai blinks, this wasn't home.. But it was home enough for now. And maybe Stardust had picked up on that with the way he was being stared at. He didn't belong here..... And yet, he felt as though he didn't belong back then either. So when she pushed him forward, toward the being on the couch, one that he's sure he recognized the form of...

He instead makes himself comfortable on the floor, finding extra pillows and blankets from the fort he'd made Lua and Luka when they'd stayed the night and he helped Yusei entertain them. While also subtly looking for their abilities as not only signers but psychic duelists. Getting comfortable, he yawned softly and for once..... Easily fell into the dull tones of sleep. Conked out before he even fully got comfortable.

[elementalistfusion]

The cosmic dragons head rears back as the cold winds pull forward, circling around it's figure as true to it's name there is specks of stardust scattered around as the sharp winds aren't causing any damage besides causing clothing and hair to be blown about, a gloved hand extended as with a moment of hesitation he yells out across the roaring winds. "Stardust Dragon! Shooting Sonic!"

The powerful blast erupts from the dragon's open maws, heading straight for the other as the ground rips for a moment before it makes contact. Yet where there had once been pain is nothing but a large breeze, cold winds bring momentary relief from the summer heat as the blast engulfs him before ending. Where the aforementioned dragon still hovers in the air, a low rumble escaping it's long neck as star coated wings flap a single time. As if chuckling at the situation, a bit of perhaps humor and relief bleeding outwards from the duel spirit but not on the same level of relief as it's duelist. Yet with the attack slowly dissipating comes a fresh, clean smell, almost like the air after a rainstorm, hanging in the air. An almost electric quality to it, perhaps it might remind him of neon lights, circuits, and electric sparks.

Judai stared Stardust down, his hair whipping all around. It had been like back then, for a moment, he was pulled backwards in time mentally. The day Paradox attacked Venice. The only thing that pulls him out of his flashback is not Paradox's, but Yusei's voice commanding his dragon, strong above the winds.

And yet, even when the ground rips apart under the strength. He's not sure what he's expecting other than pain... He braces himself and then- ...... Its pleasant? It reminds him of a home he'd never had growing up. Comforting. ... Safe almost.

He should've figured the other didn't want to harm him again, just as Rainbow dragon hadn't. ... and yet he laughs. Wholeheartedly. He only freezes at the electricity in the air, but even then he smiles tightly. He was safe here. Stardust wouldn't ever hurt him. And neither would Yusei. They fought together too hard to go through with something like this. Relief despite his form still being shackled to this earth. "Should've known better" he laughs softly