[ooc: This is -during- Ryou’s and Atem’s log]

Nothing was working… Nothing was working… Not the powder, not the drugs, not the magic…

Everything just seemed to come to a screeching halt.

Time was running out… He needed to do something and he needed to do it now…

He clutched at his chest, his breath ragged.

He was running out of time…

He leaned back ( Read more... )

( Cut for Drug Use and References to Other Drug Uses, Along with Painful Self Healing and a small amount of Swearing )

The spirit put his cigarette in an ashtray, a slight smile on his face. Ryou was certainly weaker from having his nerves strained over the past week. His control was getting better, but still nowhere near the power it once was when the two were connected by the Ring. He needed to test how long he can keep control ( Read more... )

It wasn’t known to Akefia or the others, but Bakura was sitting in a motel room several miles outside of Red Crayon Academy. As soon as Ryou had left Egypt, Bakura followed a few days later, taking a few books, papyrus, a tattoo-making kit, and his own personal motorcycle. While inside the hotel, he set up a protection barrier to keep from being ( Read more... )