November 6th: - 1835 Words
Disorientation struck Wolf for a moment as he opened his eyes.
It wasn’t unusual for it to happen when he Resummoned, especially if the place he’d appeared in was very different then the place he’d been defeated in and it wasn’t helped by the fact that he normally Resummoned near his pack, who tended to move around.
This time the disorientation hit because he’d been wiped out while he’d been trying to get through the thick forest between the ruins where Medan was holding the Light Pharaoh and Wolf’s Duellist, only to Resummon near the valley that was close to the huge rock outcrop that some monsters called “Ayers Rock” though Wolf had never seen the place’s counter part in the human world.
Under any other circumstances, Wolf wouldn’t have minded being there. It was, after all, one of the favourite haunts of his pack, but right now Resummoning here of all places was almost more trouble than it was worth, especially with the Cub in the hands of the rogue Dark Magician as Ayers Rock was further away from the Dark Palace than Medan’s ruined castle.
He didn’t understand how Resummoning worked. He never had. He’d have thought that it would make more sense for a Monster to Resummon where they’d fallen, rather than in specific places, or near certain people, but at least, while the grater distance was pain, it did give him a chance to gather up his pack, an opportunity he’d missed when he’d darted off on his own when he’d first come back through to the Monster World in order to aid the Cub.
It took only a few moments after he moved into sight of his pack for them to rush over, excitable, at least until they saw his stance and caught his mental ‘tone’ when he sent, Sit down, shut up and listen. Then they did just that.
It didn’t take him long to explain the situation, and before even before he was finished the pack were as ready to attack the rogue Dark Magician’s camp as Wolf was. He was tempted to try it too.
The only thing stopping him from taking the pack and invading the camp was that they were aerial based fighters, Winged Wolves, which meant that while the Light Pharaoh and the Cub were being held under ground and were unable to summon there was little they could do to help.
They did have ground based cousins, but they couldn’t call on them for help as the two packs barely ever came in close contact and as such Wolf had no idea where they were.
Instead they headed for the Dark Palace, taking the shortest route, which would, unfortunately, take them over the Wasteland, which was the favoured haunting ground of the Zombie monsters.
And Wolf wasn’t fond of Zombies. It wasn’t pleasant to think of the kind of person whose soul would turn into a member of the living dead. It wasn’t so much the dead part. They were all, after all dead, it was more the fact that there were very few zombie monsters with any sort of thought process, they smelled so bad you could smell them downwind from a mile away and those shambling corpses that could hold a conversation, often had hordes of followers and only didn’t cause trouble for those whose homes rested on the edge of the Wastelands because they were too busy in petty power struggles or too lazy to leave their homelands.
He didn’t want to take his pack that way, but he’d lost too much time already by getting himself defeated by a pair of Dark Elfs and as such he didn’t have much of a choice.
He was not going to let his Duellist be destroyed and to prevent that he had to go over the Wastelands and reach the palace.
He could still sense his Duellist, so he knew he had some time. The question was how much? And would it be enough to get to the palace and get the occupants from there to Medan’s camp?
All he could do was hope.
And fly as quickly as possible.
--nextbit
Watching the low level Dark creatures scatter swiftly as the three of them flew towards the Dark Palace was vaguely amusing. Even with the war between the Light Lands and the Dark Kingdom over, a lot of the smaller dark monsters still fled in fear at the sight of her and her sisters.
When Vala had sent word to the palace about the current state of affairs in the Dark Kingdom, Kisara had been surprised.
She’d known about the problems with Medan, Vala had been keeping her informed on the matter, believing, rightly, that Kisara would want to know when someone was trying to study the Reaper of the Cards, but it hadn’t occurred to the huge dragon that the red Dark Magician might use the fact that some of them were fiercely loyal to certain Duellists against them.
Especially when it was so hard to get through to the human world without being summoned by one of the Shadow Duellists and, as far as Kisara had been aware, no one they knew had a red Dark Magician card.
Now she was concerned about the safety of her human. She’d nearly lost him once before and she wasn’t about to do so again. As such she’d sent one of her sister Blue Eyes White Dragons across the Shadow Realm to his side.
That left three of them in the Monster World to help Mahado with the threat to the Monster World.
Kisara wasn’t stupid. She knew that Medan’s primary target was the Lord of the Dark Kingdom, but she didn’t trust that, once the Dark Kingdom had fallen to him and he’d gained the power that he was trying to attain, he’d be happy with ruling just the Dark Kingdom.
Nor did she believe that the human world would be safe once he had the power that he desired. If Medan could break through to the human world once, then he could and, most likely, would do it again.
So, while Elise protected Seto, Kisara and her remaining sisters, though she was concerned about introducing them to the Pharaoh, considering that one of her sisters, the one whose card had been torn up by Seto all those years ago, was called Kari, winged their way to the Dark Palace.
It didn’t help her mood that Medan had had the audacity to attack and kidnap Mutou and Potter, who, unlike their dark link partner, had both, at some point, managed to earn her respect by standing up to those who had been much stronger and more powerful than they were and winning.
In her eyes they had earned the power they now wielded, unlike the Pharaoh who had had it handed to him.
So when Tobias landed before the three Blue Eyes White Dragons and his Duellist didn’t scramble out of the way quickly enough for Kisara’s liking, she landed.
“Holy shit!” Wheeler yelped, diving out of the way as the three huge white dragons descended on the grounds of the palace, attracting attention from every direction, not all of it friendly.
Kisara! The Red Eyes Black Dragon snapped irritably, having already had a bad enough few days, without his mate trying to kill his Duellist.
The Blue Eyes just gave her mate an apologetic look, not that she really meant it. She had no real interest in squishing his Duellist, and her Duellist no longer really disliked the blonde, their altercations being the thing of old familiarity now rather than actually meant, it was a matter of habit for the Blue Eyes to attempt to scare or annoy Tobias’s Duellist.
Before Tobias could say anything though, Mahado and Atem had come out onto the grounds, Atem pausing at Joey’s side to check his friend was ok, having heard Joey’s yelp, before joining the first Dark Magician in conversation with the Queen of the Light Lands.
“You haven’t seen Boh, have you?” Mana startled Joey by asking, causing the man to wheel around, slipping into a defensive stance, a habit that had saved his rear on many occasions that he had never gotten out of from his days in Hirutani’s gang, “Sorry.” The Dark Magician Girl sighed as Kisara listened to her husband and the Pharaoh, before looking at the white dragons that had arrived with Kisara properly and blanching slightly. “Joey, can I speak with you inside?”
The blonde blinked but nodded, following the Dark Magician Girl inside before giving her a worried look, “You alright?”
“Yes.” Mana’s reply was a little too quick and reminiscent of Yugi’s attempts to hide when something was wrong for Joey’s liking, “Why wouldn’t I be?”
“Something upset you out there.” Joey commented, having worked with Yugi and Atem far too long to be as oblivious as he had been nine years ago, “What was it?”
Mana sighed, wondering if the others had noticed. “Nothing, I’m just being stupid.” Mana waved it off, leaving Joey concerned but willing to let it go for now, “I wanted to know if you’ve seen Boh around at all?”
Joey shook his head, “Not since before Memory World, why?”
Mana bit her lower lip, a habit she’d picked up from her former Duellist, “I was afraid of that.”
“Mana?” Joey’s tone took on a hint of frustration, “What?”
“Boh knows everything that goes on in the Monster World, he always has. No one ever gives a Kuriboh a second look; in fact most people can’t tell one Kuriboh apart from another.” Never mind that she herself still couldn’t tell any Kuriboh apart from any other one except Boh, who she knew far too well to confuse with anyone else. “So he might know where Medan is, except…” She trailed off.
“Boh’s missing.” Joey let out an irritable sigh, “So no one can talk to him.” The Duellist paused, “Boh would have told you if he’d known where Medan was. He’s not the sort to hide that sort of information.”
“I know but no one from the palace has seen Boh in weeks.” Mana explained, “Not since we came back to the Monster World after…” Mana’s shoulders drooped. “We’re… I’m worried. The thing about Medan’s camp… it’s an excuse.”
“I see.” Joey nodded in understanding, “Would you like Tobias and I to try and find him?”
Mana chuckled slightly, giving him a bemused smile, “Searching for a Kuriboh? On Tobias’s back? Far above the ground?”
Joey had to acknowledge she had a point. Spotting a brown fuzzball from the height Tobias flew at wouldn’t exactly be easy. “Any idea where he might have gone?” He asked, as Tobias sent a quick message that Atem wanted to talk to him and Kisara was being impatient.
“One and if I’m right, Boh will Resummon here shortly.”
“You think he’s gone to find Medan’s camp and now Yugi’s there, he’ll find it.” Joey said, turning slightly towards the door, thinking.
Mana nodded, noting the distraction. “Tobias want something?” She asked a little annoyed.
“Atem wants a word and Kisara’s acting like her Duellist.” Joey snorted, “I don’t like to say it,” He said as they headed outside, Mana pausing in the doorway and causing Joey to stop before he stepped into the morning light. “But if Boh Resummons here, it could be a good thing.”
“What?” Mana asked confused.
“Well if he doesn’t know the location of Medan’s camp, but he goes and ends up getting Resummoned here, he could lead us straight to Medan.” Joey said, offering his hand. “You coming?”
“I…” Mana hesitated before she nodded, taking Joey’s hand, recognising it for the support that it was.
“Let a big tough man protect you.” Joey teased her, earning himself an indignant look from the powerful Magician, who, he quite easily admitted, could probably blast him into next week.
The moment he stepped into the daylight, Atem came to his side, giving Joey the feeling that he’d known Joey had stopped inside the door, but had been giving him his privacy. “Kisara just came up with a suggestion,” The Pharaoh said, giving the dragonic Queen brief glance that Joey couldn’t read but would have told Yugi a lot, “Since the pair of us aren’t able to do much right now.”
Joey, who had been feeling like that since they’d gotten here, nodded, wondering where this was going, well aware that Yami couldn’t locate Yugi or Harry with the link, having tried already. He just wasn’t close enough.
“She suggested we go through Medan’s notes,” Atem continued when Joey didn’t say anything, “And see if we can find out anything from them about Medan’s plans.”
“And Mahado’s willing to let the notes be released?” Joey looked surprised.
“After he blasted the messenger, we’re running out of ideas.” Atem shrugged, a typically Yami gesture, leaving off that ideas weren’t the only thing running low. The messenger had, after all, warned them that Medan would be arriving at the palace in twenty four hours and they now had less than sixteen.
Joey nodded, understanding, “I don’t know how much help I’ll be…”
“Even just pointing out anything particularly important looking would be helpful.” Atem replied, accepting Joey’s take on the matter. He knew more about magic and rituals from his ancient memories then he’d learned during the time he’d spent at Hogwarts with Yugi. “What’s she gonna be doing while we’re buried in paperwork?”
“She has a few ideas.” Atem snorted, having wondered much the same himself, but the dragon was being about as clear as mud about her own plans. He had this odd feeling that she didn’t like him very much, not that he could blame her considering how often they were at odds.
“I’ll take you both up to the studies.” Mana nodded, looking over to Mahado who gestured for them to go ahead. Atem quickly nodded to his old friend.
It’s alright my Pharaoh. I’ll deal with the irritable dragon. Mahado’s tone told Atem that he was, if anything, bemused by Kisara’s mood. Just be careful. I’ll be up shortly.
‘You too, Mahado.’ Atem nodded, ‘We can’t afford any time for you to Resummon if she gets too cross and blasts you.’
She won’t. Not here and not now. Mahado reassured him, sensing the concern behind the words, Maybe once this is all over. But not now.
Atem nodded and followed Mana and Joey inside. Once they were successfully out of sight, Mahado turned to Kisara again.
“Your mate seems on edge.” The Queen of the Light Lands commented.
“While I thank you and your sisters for coming,” The Lord of the Dark Kingdom sighed, well aware that Kisara hadn’t been sisters with the other Blue Eyes White Dragons in life, but had ended up claiming each other as sisters when it had become apparent that there was so few of them around. “I’m afraid that your name,” He looked at the Blue Eyes who was, so unfortunately, named Kari, “Holds painful memories at the moment.”
“I would have sent her to Seto as a guardian, but Elise’s card rests in Seto’s deck and it’s easier to travel to the human world if our card is intact.” Kisara tactically apologised, as Orya, the other Blue Eyes sister, settled properly.
Mahado nodded his understanding, well aware that Kari’s card had rested with his former master until Kisara’s Duellist had torn it up.
“If I am causing this much discomfort, maybe I should stay away.” Kari commented, spreading her wings.
“No.” Mahado and Kisara surprised each other by speaking in the same moment.
“No, it’s ok.” Mahado shook his head, speaking first when Kisara didn’t add anything to her protest. “I’ll speak with Mana. She’s not unreasonable. She’ll come around.”
Kisara let out a snort at Mahado’s words but didn’t say anything. Orya nudged Kari and the youngest of the Blue Eyes White Dragons furled her wings, looking irritated.
“In the meantime,” Mahado said, “Unless you have other plans, we do have quarters set up for dragons that are available…”
“I thank you for the offer, Mahado.” Kisara shook her great head, “And we will take you up on that later, but, for now, we have contacts to reach and search patterns to fly.”
With that Orya and Kari took off, creating a huge gust of wing that Mahado had to shield himself from with a spell to prevent being blown away.
“Kisara.” Mahado had to bellow to be heard over the wind, causing the first of the Blue Eyes White Dragons to paused as she unfurled her wings, ready to take off.
“What is it?” Kisara asked, giving him an irritated look.
“Thank you.”
Kisara blinked at him. Then she nodded gracefully and took off.
Mahado watched the three dragons until they were a reasonable distance away, wondering when it had stopped being unnerving being in the presence of the huge Light dragons, then he headed inside.
He didn’t like the idea of the Pharaoh poking around in Medan’s study, not when even Mahado himself wasn’t sure what sort of traps the crazed Dark Magician had put in there, but Kisara had been right. They needed to know what Medan was planning and they had very little time left to find out.
All he could do was unseal the study and be prepared for the worst.
It wasn’t unusual for it to happen when he Resummoned, especially if the place he’d appeared in was very different then the place he’d been defeated in and it wasn’t helped by the fact that he normally Resummoned near his pack, who tended to move around.
This time the disorientation hit because he’d been wiped out while he’d been trying to get through the thick forest between the ruins where Medan was holding the Light Pharaoh and Wolf’s Duellist, only to Resummon near the valley that was close to the huge rock outcrop that some monsters called “Ayers Rock” though Wolf had never seen the place’s counter part in the human world.
Under any other circumstances, Wolf wouldn’t have minded being there. It was, after all, one of the favourite haunts of his pack, but right now Resummoning here of all places was almost more trouble than it was worth, especially with the Cub in the hands of the rogue Dark Magician as Ayers Rock was further away from the Dark Palace than Medan’s ruined castle.
He didn’t understand how Resummoning worked. He never had. He’d have thought that it would make more sense for a Monster to Resummon where they’d fallen, rather than in specific places, or near certain people, but at least, while the grater distance was pain, it did give him a chance to gather up his pack, an opportunity he’d missed when he’d darted off on his own when he’d first come back through to the Monster World in order to aid the Cub.
It took only a few moments after he moved into sight of his pack for them to rush over, excitable, at least until they saw his stance and caught his mental ‘tone’ when he sent, Sit down, shut up and listen. Then they did just that.
It didn’t take him long to explain the situation, and before even before he was finished the pack were as ready to attack the rogue Dark Magician’s camp as Wolf was. He was tempted to try it too.
The only thing stopping him from taking the pack and invading the camp was that they were aerial based fighters, Winged Wolves, which meant that while the Light Pharaoh and the Cub were being held under ground and were unable to summon there was little they could do to help.
They did have ground based cousins, but they couldn’t call on them for help as the two packs barely ever came in close contact and as such Wolf had no idea where they were.
Instead they headed for the Dark Palace, taking the shortest route, which would, unfortunately, take them over the Wasteland, which was the favoured haunting ground of the Zombie monsters.
And Wolf wasn’t fond of Zombies. It wasn’t pleasant to think of the kind of person whose soul would turn into a member of the living dead. It wasn’t so much the dead part. They were all, after all dead, it was more the fact that there were very few zombie monsters with any sort of thought process, they smelled so bad you could smell them downwind from a mile away and those shambling corpses that could hold a conversation, often had hordes of followers and only didn’t cause trouble for those whose homes rested on the edge of the Wastelands because they were too busy in petty power struggles or too lazy to leave their homelands.
He didn’t want to take his pack that way, but he’d lost too much time already by getting himself defeated by a pair of Dark Elfs and as such he didn’t have much of a choice.
He was not going to let his Duellist be destroyed and to prevent that he had to go over the Wastelands and reach the palace.
He could still sense his Duellist, so he knew he had some time. The question was how much? And would it be enough to get to the palace and get the occupants from there to Medan’s camp?
All he could do was hope.
And fly as quickly as possible.
--nextbit
Watching the low level Dark creatures scatter swiftly as the three of them flew towards the Dark Palace was vaguely amusing. Even with the war between the Light Lands and the Dark Kingdom over, a lot of the smaller dark monsters still fled in fear at the sight of her and her sisters.
When Vala had sent word to the palace about the current state of affairs in the Dark Kingdom, Kisara had been surprised.
She’d known about the problems with Medan, Vala had been keeping her informed on the matter, believing, rightly, that Kisara would want to know when someone was trying to study the Reaper of the Cards, but it hadn’t occurred to the huge dragon that the red Dark Magician might use the fact that some of them were fiercely loyal to certain Duellists against them.
Especially when it was so hard to get through to the human world without being summoned by one of the Shadow Duellists and, as far as Kisara had been aware, no one they knew had a red Dark Magician card.
Now she was concerned about the safety of her human. She’d nearly lost him once before and she wasn’t about to do so again. As such she’d sent one of her sister Blue Eyes White Dragons across the Shadow Realm to his side.
That left three of them in the Monster World to help Mahado with the threat to the Monster World.
Kisara wasn’t stupid. She knew that Medan’s primary target was the Lord of the Dark Kingdom, but she didn’t trust that, once the Dark Kingdom had fallen to him and he’d gained the power that he was trying to attain, he’d be happy with ruling just the Dark Kingdom.
Nor did she believe that the human world would be safe once he had the power that he desired. If Medan could break through to the human world once, then he could and, most likely, would do it again.
So, while Elise protected Seto, Kisara and her remaining sisters, though she was concerned about introducing them to the Pharaoh, considering that one of her sisters, the one whose card had been torn up by Seto all those years ago, was called Kari, winged their way to the Dark Palace.
It didn’t help her mood that Medan had had the audacity to attack and kidnap Mutou and Potter, who, unlike their dark link partner, had both, at some point, managed to earn her respect by standing up to those who had been much stronger and more powerful than they were and winning.
In her eyes they had earned the power they now wielded, unlike the Pharaoh who had had it handed to him.
So when Tobias landed before the three Blue Eyes White Dragons and his Duellist didn’t scramble out of the way quickly enough for Kisara’s liking, she landed.
“Holy shit!” Wheeler yelped, diving out of the way as the three huge white dragons descended on the grounds of the palace, attracting attention from every direction, not all of it friendly.
Kisara! The Red Eyes Black Dragon snapped irritably, having already had a bad enough few days, without his mate trying to kill his Duellist.
The Blue Eyes just gave her mate an apologetic look, not that she really meant it. She had no real interest in squishing his Duellist, and her Duellist no longer really disliked the blonde, their altercations being the thing of old familiarity now rather than actually meant, it was a matter of habit for the Blue Eyes to attempt to scare or annoy Tobias’s Duellist.
Before Tobias could say anything though, Mahado and Atem had come out onto the grounds, Atem pausing at Joey’s side to check his friend was ok, having heard Joey’s yelp, before joining the first Dark Magician in conversation with the Queen of the Light Lands.
“You haven’t seen Boh, have you?” Mana startled Joey by asking, causing the man to wheel around, slipping into a defensive stance, a habit that had saved his rear on many occasions that he had never gotten out of from his days in Hirutani’s gang, “Sorry.” The Dark Magician Girl sighed as Kisara listened to her husband and the Pharaoh, before looking at the white dragons that had arrived with Kisara properly and blanching slightly. “Joey, can I speak with you inside?”
The blonde blinked but nodded, following the Dark Magician Girl inside before giving her a worried look, “You alright?”
“Yes.” Mana’s reply was a little too quick and reminiscent of Yugi’s attempts to hide when something was wrong for Joey’s liking, “Why wouldn’t I be?”
“Something upset you out there.” Joey commented, having worked with Yugi and Atem far too long to be as oblivious as he had been nine years ago, “What was it?”
Mana sighed, wondering if the others had noticed. “Nothing, I’m just being stupid.” Mana waved it off, leaving Joey concerned but willing to let it go for now, “I wanted to know if you’ve seen Boh around at all?”
Joey shook his head, “Not since before Memory World, why?”
Mana bit her lower lip, a habit she’d picked up from her former Duellist, “I was afraid of that.”
“Mana?” Joey’s tone took on a hint of frustration, “What?”
“Boh knows everything that goes on in the Monster World, he always has. No one ever gives a Kuriboh a second look; in fact most people can’t tell one Kuriboh apart from another.” Never mind that she herself still couldn’t tell any Kuriboh apart from any other one except Boh, who she knew far too well to confuse with anyone else. “So he might know where Medan is, except…” She trailed off.
“Boh’s missing.” Joey let out an irritable sigh, “So no one can talk to him.” The Duellist paused, “Boh would have told you if he’d known where Medan was. He’s not the sort to hide that sort of information.”
“I know but no one from the palace has seen Boh in weeks.” Mana explained, “Not since we came back to the Monster World after…” Mana’s shoulders drooped. “We’re… I’m worried. The thing about Medan’s camp… it’s an excuse.”
“I see.” Joey nodded in understanding, “Would you like Tobias and I to try and find him?”
Mana chuckled slightly, giving him a bemused smile, “Searching for a Kuriboh? On Tobias’s back? Far above the ground?”
Joey had to acknowledge she had a point. Spotting a brown fuzzball from the height Tobias flew at wouldn’t exactly be easy. “Any idea where he might have gone?” He asked, as Tobias sent a quick message that Atem wanted to talk to him and Kisara was being impatient.
“One and if I’m right, Boh will Resummon here shortly.”
“You think he’s gone to find Medan’s camp and now Yugi’s there, he’ll find it.” Joey said, turning slightly towards the door, thinking.
Mana nodded, noting the distraction. “Tobias want something?” She asked a little annoyed.
“Atem wants a word and Kisara’s acting like her Duellist.” Joey snorted, “I don’t like to say it,” He said as they headed outside, Mana pausing in the doorway and causing Joey to stop before he stepped into the morning light. “But if Boh Resummons here, it could be a good thing.”
“What?” Mana asked confused.
“Well if he doesn’t know the location of Medan’s camp, but he goes and ends up getting Resummoned here, he could lead us straight to Medan.” Joey said, offering his hand. “You coming?”
“I…” Mana hesitated before she nodded, taking Joey’s hand, recognising it for the support that it was.
“Let a big tough man protect you.” Joey teased her, earning himself an indignant look from the powerful Magician, who, he quite easily admitted, could probably blast him into next week.
The moment he stepped into the daylight, Atem came to his side, giving Joey the feeling that he’d known Joey had stopped inside the door, but had been giving him his privacy. “Kisara just came up with a suggestion,” The Pharaoh said, giving the dragonic Queen brief glance that Joey couldn’t read but would have told Yugi a lot, “Since the pair of us aren’t able to do much right now.”
Joey, who had been feeling like that since they’d gotten here, nodded, wondering where this was going, well aware that Yami couldn’t locate Yugi or Harry with the link, having tried already. He just wasn’t close enough.
“She suggested we go through Medan’s notes,” Atem continued when Joey didn’t say anything, “And see if we can find out anything from them about Medan’s plans.”
“And Mahado’s willing to let the notes be released?” Joey looked surprised.
“After he blasted the messenger, we’re running out of ideas.” Atem shrugged, a typically Yami gesture, leaving off that ideas weren’t the only thing running low. The messenger had, after all, warned them that Medan would be arriving at the palace in twenty four hours and they now had less than sixteen.
Joey nodded, understanding, “I don’t know how much help I’ll be…”
“Even just pointing out anything particularly important looking would be helpful.” Atem replied, accepting Joey’s take on the matter. He knew more about magic and rituals from his ancient memories then he’d learned during the time he’d spent at Hogwarts with Yugi. “What’s she gonna be doing while we’re buried in paperwork?”
“She has a few ideas.” Atem snorted, having wondered much the same himself, but the dragon was being about as clear as mud about her own plans. He had this odd feeling that she didn’t like him very much, not that he could blame her considering how often they were at odds.
“I’ll take you both up to the studies.” Mana nodded, looking over to Mahado who gestured for them to go ahead. Atem quickly nodded to his old friend.
It’s alright my Pharaoh. I’ll deal with the irritable dragon. Mahado’s tone told Atem that he was, if anything, bemused by Kisara’s mood. Just be careful. I’ll be up shortly.
‘You too, Mahado.’ Atem nodded, ‘We can’t afford any time for you to Resummon if she gets too cross and blasts you.’
She won’t. Not here and not now. Mahado reassured him, sensing the concern behind the words, Maybe once this is all over. But not now.
Atem nodded and followed Mana and Joey inside. Once they were successfully out of sight, Mahado turned to Kisara again.
“Your mate seems on edge.” The Queen of the Light Lands commented.
“While I thank you and your sisters for coming,” The Lord of the Dark Kingdom sighed, well aware that Kisara hadn’t been sisters with the other Blue Eyes White Dragons in life, but had ended up claiming each other as sisters when it had become apparent that there was so few of them around. “I’m afraid that your name,” He looked at the Blue Eyes who was, so unfortunately, named Kari, “Holds painful memories at the moment.”
“I would have sent her to Seto as a guardian, but Elise’s card rests in Seto’s deck and it’s easier to travel to the human world if our card is intact.” Kisara tactically apologised, as Orya, the other Blue Eyes sister, settled properly.
Mahado nodded his understanding, well aware that Kari’s card had rested with his former master until Kisara’s Duellist had torn it up.
“If I am causing this much discomfort, maybe I should stay away.” Kari commented, spreading her wings.
“No.” Mahado and Kisara surprised each other by speaking in the same moment.
“No, it’s ok.” Mahado shook his head, speaking first when Kisara didn’t add anything to her protest. “I’ll speak with Mana. She’s not unreasonable. She’ll come around.”
Kisara let out a snort at Mahado’s words but didn’t say anything. Orya nudged Kari and the youngest of the Blue Eyes White Dragons furled her wings, looking irritated.
“In the meantime,” Mahado said, “Unless you have other plans, we do have quarters set up for dragons that are available…”
“I thank you for the offer, Mahado.” Kisara shook her great head, “And we will take you up on that later, but, for now, we have contacts to reach and search patterns to fly.”
With that Orya and Kari took off, creating a huge gust of wing that Mahado had to shield himself from with a spell to prevent being blown away.
“Kisara.” Mahado had to bellow to be heard over the wind, causing the first of the Blue Eyes White Dragons to paused as she unfurled her wings, ready to take off.
“What is it?” Kisara asked, giving him an irritated look.
“Thank you.”
Kisara blinked at him. Then she nodded gracefully and took off.
Mahado watched the three dragons until they were a reasonable distance away, wondering when it had stopped being unnerving being in the presence of the huge Light dragons, then he headed inside.
He didn’t like the idea of the Pharaoh poking around in Medan’s study, not when even Mahado himself wasn’t sure what sort of traps the crazed Dark Magician had put in there, but Kisara had been right. They needed to know what Medan was planning and they had very little time left to find out.
All he could do was unseal the study and be prepared for the worst.