soul_logs | Intro Log!

Hughes almost fell off from surprise at the fact the canine could hold his weight. Well, not that it was small or anything. If it was a wolf, it made perfect sense even.

He clung on as best he could and hoped he would not slide off.

Bakura put a hopefully stabilizing hand on the man's shoulder. While he was far from really being considered strong, he was pretty sure if the man started to slip, he could help keep him on. "The clinic isn't too far from here," he assured. "They'll be able to do a better job getting you fixed up." Since they were the experts, as opposed to someone who had a pair of hands and could take direction from a wolf.

"Ruf..."

That's right; they would be there shortly. Amaterasu made sure to take it quickly, but easy enough that Bakura could keep up and the man shouldn't fall off.

Hughes nodded slightly, grateful that they were finally heading to a clinic. It was surprisingly comfortable on the canine's back. And warm. He sighed, and his eyes slid shut.

A few seconds passed before he forced them open. His consciousness was waning. Fearing he would not wake up again if he fell unconscious, Hughes tried his best to stay awake.

Keeping his eyes on the man to make sure he wasn't falling, Bakura couldn't help noticing him struggling to stay awake. Maybe something to focus on...

"Aa-- if you're all right to talk, maybe, while we're heading over, since you didn't get to really get the proper welcome, I can try and answer any questions about this place," he offered.

Amaterasu glanced back at Bakura mid-trot, nodding a bit. Yes, that's right. Keep the man awake.

He grunted softly in affirmation. "That'd...help," he mumbled. Hughes took a deep breath before continuing, "Where am I? Is there some reason why I'm here?"

"You're in Death City, in Nevada, America. It's sort of a little complicated, but there's a war going on, sort of a good vs evil sort, where the witches and those with them are trying to send the world into madness and everyone here's trying to keep that from happening. That's where we come in to help."

Put that way, it sounded almost like the plot to a RPG... but considering how enamored with games of that sort Bakura was, it wasn't too surprising that that was how the explanation came out.

Amaterasu would add her two cents to this, but she had trotting to worry about. She snorted at least; those Witches should know about keeping a balance. They were continuing the fight and for what? Madness to rule? That just leads to death.

None of those places sounded familiar. Honestly, he probably would have felt more reassured if he had been told that he had arrived in heaven or hell, not that he believed in the afterlife, but at least they would be recognizable to him.

Another war. Hughes sighed faintly and furrowed his brows. Was he here to fight in another war? He felt uneasy. It was either because his instincts were telling him something bad would happen or because he was nauseous from the blood loss. Silently, he hoped to whatever higher being was out there that it was just the latter. "Witches... I'm assuming they're the evil side? What do you mean by 'we come in to help'?"

It sounded a bit like a children's story book he had read to his daughter before, about a hero from another world saving the world from a devastating war. Hughes was not sure if he was liking where this was going. Regardless, there was not much he could do about it—especially in his current state.

"Because Shibusen was losing, they called for reinforcements, only I don't think they were quite expecting it to be this," Bakura admitted with a soft laugh. "Those of us that it brings here, we're either people who turn into Weapons or Meisters, people who can link up with those Weapons to wield them, since regular weapons aren't very good against the witches or kishin eggs. I think there used to be a lot more people native to this place, who could be those things, but not so many anymore."

Amaterasu gave a affirmative bark. Yes, they weren't necessarily careful when it came to BREW, but they are in trouble here.

Hughes hummed in thought. So the idea was that they were supposed to fight and protect...where ever this was. Death City was it? Or was it Nevada?

He was not really clear on what the young man meant by weapons or meisters, but it seemed that his two companions were from other places too. "I don't suppose they were," he chuckled softly. "You two aren't...from around here either then? Usually that's the case though— In war— The natives are the first to..." Hughes trailed off, trying to think of the best way to phrase it. His mind was fairly jumbled from the loss of blood though. "Anyhow, what exactly is the war over?"

Bakura nodded at the first question. "Not even this country, or the world," he agreed with a bit of a smile. "I lived in and around Tokyo my entire life before here, and my world's even around 10 years behind where this one is. And I don't think it's so much over anything, just that the witches want to spread madness and I think wipe out everyone and it's not something that anyone wants to let happen."

Ammy's never even heard of Tokyo. Then again, she doesn't know what humans usually name their cities. She'd type out where she lived later, but right now, she can see the clinic.

Hughes had never heard of Tokyo either, though at this point, his lack of knowing locations seemed trivial. He was clearly in another world that was very different from his own.

"10 years behind? You mean the technology?" That's right: there had been someone talking about communicators or something earlier. He wondered what that was about, but he would probably have to ask later. "Madness, huh... Sounds a little familiar..." he commented wryly. "There's always someone that has to try."

Hughes sighed and adjusted his hold around the canine. Though he was half out of his wit, he was enjoying the conversation. He liked talking after all. It was distracting him from the pain and helping him stay conscious too. It even made him feel a bit more energetic. Their group of three probably looked quite strange though... After all, he was basically sprawled on a large animal's back, and a young man was helping make sure he did not fall off. He laughed a little at the image that came to mind. "Sorry. I didn't introduce myself earlier," he started again fairly jovially. "I'm Hughes. Maes Hughes."

"Ten years behind on the calendar," Bakura corrected with a smile. "And that's all right! There were more important things to worry about, ne?" he assured. "I'm Bakura Ryou," he returned with a very small bow of his head. "Nice to meet you, Mr. Hughes."

He'd introduce the wolf too, but he hadn't actually met her before to know how to....

And Ammy just recognized some of the technology as more associated with the Moon Tribe. At their names, her ears flick and she takes them to memory. Incapable of answering, she just lead them into the clinic and barked several times to get the attention of some of the staff. Eventually, Maes will be loaded onto a gurney and taken for complete treatment.

He nodded a little and grinned. "Hughes is fine, Bakura. And thank you. The both of you," Hughes remarked. "That was some pretty bad business back there," he added with a chuckle.

Their ragtag group had finally arrived. Hughes sighed in relief, grateful for the aid he had received. "I'm sorry for borrowing your back like this. I'm probably pretty heavy," Hughes commented as he reached up to scratch the canine behind the ears. "I don't suppose you can tell me your name though," he joked.

Hughes felt more awake now that he had cheered up—most likely due to the natural adrenaline that came with having positive feelings. The other two probably could not understand how appreciative he actually was for their help and distraction. What had happened before he had arrived... It was not something he needed to think about if he was going to try and recover. Unsure of what to do next though, Hughes asked, "So...what now?"

"After you get patched up properly, there's the rest of the tour, if you're up for it, I guess." And with how much better he looked with just his own awkward first aid, Bakura was rather relieved and sure that Hughes would be soon enough. He paused, blinking. "Aa-- I should go get you a mirror, you didn't get a chance to get one..." he realized, looking back over where they'd come from.

Amaterasu grinned, nuzzling his hand before she took out her communicator, texting quickly.

My name is Amaterasu, but call me Ammy for short. The doctors will see your wound and give you any other necessary treatment. They might give you a transfusion too.

Her tail swished and she looked up at Bakura. Don't worry. I'll see his communicator is delivered.

"I see." He paused. "Mirror?" Was there something on his face? Well, other than dried blood...

He was greatly surprised when the canine took out a piece of reflective glass—a mirror—and started pushing at it. What. The.

Hughes squinted a little to make out the message that appeared. "Ammy," he repeated back. "That's a cute name." Fitting for a cute animal that looked adorable when typing on some strange object. He fought the urge to smile, but he was grinning broadly before he realized it. He wanted a camera. He needed a camera. Oh, what he would do to have a camera right now.

... He cleared his throat and scratched behind Ammy's ears again. "Yeah, I could use a transfusion," Hughes chuckled evasively. The lack of blood was disorienting his priorities, he decided.

Glancing at the second message, he finally made sense of the device. The mirror was some type of communicator. That was...different. But it made sense, given what Ammy had just been doing.

Oh hey, now that was a useful thing. "Heeeeh, like the goddess?" Bakura grinned. As names went, that was a pretty awesome one to have! "Aaa-- thank you, that'll be helpful!" he smiled before looking over at Hughes. "They're like a touch screen cell phone," he explained. "They're really useful!" As Ammy had just demonstrated.

The way she was enjoying those scratches, of course no one was going to think she was the goddess the first time.

Oh yes. I've never heard of a 'cell phone', but these are very easy to use. They also transmit 'video' and 'audio' for other people to see and hear.

Goddess? He wondered what Bakura meant by that. "...what's a cell phone?"

When Ammy started typing again, Hughes watched and tried not to get giddy. Reading the text, he nodded in comprehension. "So...basically it's what it's called: a communicator. How do you send stuff though?" Considering that Bakura had said "phone", he figured it could be some sort of special telephone. But these were not connected to any sort of hub box like the telephones he knew, and they basically looked like slates of mirror.

"Vi..deo?" he sounded out. What the hell was that?

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The image is stuck in my head...

*quietly goes eee over that*

*joins*

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quietly goes eee over that

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