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[peacefullywreathed]

This is Solomon Wreath speaking. To whom do I have the pleasure?

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text;

[peacefullywreathed]

[Not helping his migraine, Bakura. And you're not even in reach.]

No.

voice;

[denyamenti]

[ Bakura doesn't have patience for replying likewise in text today; his shadow magic is all over the place and it's agitating the ghosts. ]

Can't blame me for checking.

voice;

[peacefullywreathed]

[Ugh staring at the screen is not helping. He switches to audio too. He sounds tired and pained.]

I suppose not. Your kin?

Re: voice;

[denyamenti]

Angry.

[ Which, given their omnipresent rage, meant more that they were directing it at a particular target... and it didn't take many guesses to determine at whom. ]

[peacefullywreathed]

So nice to know I'm not the only one sitting around in unmitigated agony.

[denyamenti]

You're not.

[ Bakura sounds about as lively as Solomon does at the moment. ]

[peacefullywreathed]

In your case, I'd suggest laudanum. Or whatever passes for such, around here.

I'd recommend it for my case too, come to think of it ...

[denyamenti]

If it's like poppy, it doesn't react well.

[peacefullywreathed]

It's a tincture derived from poppy. What happens when you take it?

[denyamenti]

I get sick from it now. When I was younger, I was given too much, or it had turned, but ever since then it makes me ill.

[peacefullywreathed]

A pity. I'd suggest the leaves from a magically-cultivated plant from home which has the same effect, but ...

[He laughs humourlessly.]

I have none.

[denyamenti]

Sounds like a better field trip than looking for rocks, for the record.

[peacefullywreathed]

Depending on the rock, I'm sure.

It isn't naturally-growing in the wild. Although I wonder if we made landfall again ...

[Wistful.]

Pity it only numbs pain, and doesn't actually cause euphoria.

[denyamenti]

When we go diamond hunting, I'll change my tune.

[ He shrugs a little. ]

Depends on what the pain is, I guess.

[peacefullywreathed]

I'm flattered by your faith in me.

['When', huh?]

True. I've no idea if it works on pains of the soul, magical or not.

[denyamenti]

[ he shrugs again, even though it's an audio feed; he wants to change the subject ]

You'll let me know if you get into trouble?

[peacefullywreathed]

So you can complain about having to clean up my mess again?

[Threads of amusement there.]

[denyamenti]

I'd rather clean up your mess than your corpse, so I suppose.

[peacefullywreathed]

Why Baku-san, I'm touched. Truly.

[denyamenti]

Don't.

[peacefullywreathed]

[As much as Solomon knows the name irritates Bakura, the venom is startling.]

To which part are you objecting most strenuously?

[denyamenti]

That's not my name. I'm already missing enough of-- I don't need the stupid pun from you too.

[peacefullywreathed]

[There's a moment of silence.]

Of course, Bakura. My apologies.

[And this time the pronunciation, unlike the modern Japanese version Bakura has been using at large, is what it would have been in Egyptian a long time ago.]

[denyamenti]

[ A not-quite indrawn breath; it's not surprising that Solomon knows what it would have been, even if Bakura never told him explicitly. But it still causes a bit more of a visceral reaction from him, in direct opposite to what Baku-san had. ]

Fine.

[peacefullywreathed]

[Time to change the subject again.]

If I'm to have any particular trouble, it will likely be in the form of having my being shredded again. Death right now is--sharp.