I am Malik Ish-- I MEAN MY NAME IS NAMU.

[obeytherod]

[Malik had humoured the nurse, listened to her explanation until it made him burn with fury and he knocked her back with a telekinetic blast of his Millennium Rod. He storms out of the office mere moments later, letting out a frustrated cry.]

Rruhh! This cannot be! [Why this, in the middle of the Battle City tournament?! He was so close, so close to his revenge on the Pharaoh he could practically taste it, and now he was here. It made him so furious, and--]

[The teenager suddenly winces, bringing a hand to his head as an intense headache pounds at the forefront of his skull. He takes a moment then to calm himself, shaking for a bit before he finally straightens back up.]

[The Egyptian looks either way down the hall, silently hooking his Millennium Rod to his belt. Now was the worst possible time to be caught off guard like this. But for now he would just have to hope he could find a way out of here...and that he wouldn't bump into anybody who might recognize the Rod for what it really is. Then again, even if he did, he could always use the Rod to warp their mind into thinking it was nothing more than a decoration.

Still, he better play it safe and put on a nice face. After all, he was supposed to be Namu, not Malik.]

Ah...I really am lost! [He calls out innocently.]

((ooc: Here's his Permissions Post for anybody that missed it. I'll default to "no" on everything otherwise, and ask on a case-by-case basis.))

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[obeytherod]

Okay. [He nods, and decides to go take a seat on the couch while Bakura showers.]

... [Ugh. How much longer is he going to have to keep up this act? Hopefully the other Bakura will come out soon, because Malik felt like scheming.

Luckily, his hopes are answered when he hears that distinct difference in Ryou's voice coming from behind him.]

I'd rather you-- [He turns his head, and before Malik can even process what he's seeing his eyes glance downwards at the other man's nether regions, almost like how a trainwreck draws the gaze of passerby's. He looks away right after, letting out an indignant noise and covering his eyes.]

What the hell are you doing walking around like that?! Get dressed!

[His cheeks are darkening. He can feel it.]

[fluffydeathdealer]

BWAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!

What, you're suddenly so shy? Don't tell me you've never seen a man naked before.

[Bakura grinned, heading towards the dressers and rifling through them for some clothes. After rifling through them for a moment, he settled on some loose trousers, a white t-shirt and-]

Have I lost that coat forever?

[His words were filled with amusement.]

[obeytherod]

That's not the point! [He spouts back, flustered and defensive. He can hear Bakura rifling through the drawers though, and figures he's at least trying to find something to wear.]

[A bit begrudgingly, he replies to that coat comment.] You can have it back...later. I just needed something to change into last night.

[fluffydeathdealer]

That's right... you didn't know about the other clothes here. Heheh. I should have let you find out for yourself. It would have been amusing to see you handle your pride with just that outfit.

[Drawing his still-damp hair back, he held his shirt in his teeth for a moment, speaking in a muffled way through it.]

I don't care. Keep it if you want. If not, I'll grab it back whenever you're done with it.

[obeytherod]

It would take more than an ugly coat to ruin my pride. [Malik dares a peek back between his fingertips, lowering his hands entirely when he sees the other man's state of dress.]

I'm not interested in keeping it.

[He gets up, heading over to the drawers himself to look for a new shirt. With that nasty bruise on his side, he doesn't feel like showing off his midriff. So instead, he puts on a plain black wifebeater, tucks it in, and then layers his usual hooded vest over top.

With the coat off, and having kept his back turned away from Bakura the whole time, he tosses it at him.]

Here.

[fluffydeathdealer]

I was talking more about your lack of spare clothing. Not my 'ugly coat'.

[He caught it, looking amused at Malik's moodswing. Ah, it was so easy to get under his skin here. How perfect. Though he supposes he shouldn't push him too far. Pulling his own shirt on, he slings the trenchcoat over his shoulders, feeling the odd comfort that long coats seemed to bring. Ah, familiarity. This body truly did feel good.]

After all, you'd have had to wear my 'ugly' clothing to go wash yours every day.

Though if you think my host's taste is so bad, you could always try becoming a fashion consultant.

[obeytherod]

[Malik glances at Bakura, bored at best by his petty insults. After all, he had spare clothes, so there was no reason to let the insults get to him.]

Oh, very clever, Bakura. Are you done now? [Despite the sarcasm, he smirks.] I wanted to talk about something important before you sidetracked me.

[fluffydeathdealer]

You're the one that got distracted, Malik-kun.

[The retort was almost reflexive. He glanced over at Malik, wondering vaguely if the boy had another ridiculous plan in mind.]

Very well; what is it?

[obeytherod]

[You're the one who walked out naked.]

I met some interesting people yesterday... [That devious look of his grows.] Do you want to know who was among them, Bakura?

[fluffydeathdealer]

...hm? [His eyes narrowed. Who was among them? Malik wouldn't look like that if it was someone ordinary. Who could it have been?]

I do. Care to tell me?

[obeytherod]

It was Yugi. [His tone may be even, but Malik's just barely containing his excitement.]

Or rather, he went by "Henry". Heh. I don't know how this place works, or why he claims to be the King of England, but he's definitely him, he looks just like him! If this place really draws people in from different points in time...then he has to be one of the Pharaoh's reincarnations.

[Malik raises a hand, grinning viciously as he curls his fingers around the rod.] Haha...and even if he isn't, just seeing his face is enough to make me furious.

[fluffydeathdealer]

Is that so?

[A stranger with the face of Yugi Moto, claiming to go by another name. Another ruler. How strange.

If this man is a version of the Pharaoh, then it's entirely possible to get his revenge even without the Pharaoh he knows. Of course, it won't count, but that doesn't matter.

The Pharaoh from his time is needed. Yugi too. But this one is not. He can't help but laugh quietly, a slow chuckle that rises and swells into a dark and crazed laugh.]

That look suits you, Malik Ishtar!

[That's right; this 'Henry' won't even know to be wary. It'll leave him vulnerable.]

Do you plan to kill him?

[obeytherod]

[Malik manages to keep himself from outright crazy laughter, but the look in his eyes is nothing short of sadistic, filled with all his fury.]

Of course I plan to kill him! I don't care if he's the Pharoah from my time or not, I'll kill every one of them, given the chance!

[He smirks again, taking a step towards Bakura, as if trying to keep out prying ears and eyes.]

And you'll help me, of course. I already have a plan..."Henry" came here with three other friends, you see.

[fluffydeathdealer]

HAHAHAHAHA! I see, I see!

[Of course he would help. An opportunity like this was almost impossible to disregard. Even if it was a meaningless attempt, it would be something fun. Something entertaining in this quietly meaningless place. His eyes were ablaze with his usual energy as he crossed the room in just a couple of steps to where Malik stood.]

The joys of friendship, huh? Heheheh.

[Pharaoh... You never will learn.]

[obeytherod]

Hahaha...it's certainly exciting for us, isn't it~? [He places a hand on his hip, chuckling knowingly.]

The battle between Jounouchi and Yugi may have failed, but this time I have a better idea.

Mainly... [He narrows his eyes.] I'll let them both die. There won't be any room for error this time.

[fluffydeathdealer]

Yeah, that was pretty embarassing for you, wasn't it? Heheheh.

[Folding his arms over his chest, he shook his head to get his hair out of his eyes and smiled.]

Seeing them writhing on the ground in their agonized death throes... [His smile widened.] What a wonderful sight that will be.

[obeytherod]

[Malik's expression sours at that.] How was I going to know the fool would sacrifice himself to save Yugi? If it weren't for that, I would have been done already!

[...But nevermind that. He had too much good news to share to let that keep him down.]

Oh yes, that reminds me. [A smirk reveals itself again.] According to "Henry", the monsters they duel with are real--and they don't even need the Shadow Realm as a medium.

[fluffydeathdealer]

What?!

[He was too startled even to be sarcastic, at that. While he himself had the ability to bring the monsters to life without a medium other than the cards, it was an ability too troublesome to use needlessly or for prolonged periods - and more so, it was an ability he knew the Pharaoh didn't have.]

Who the hell taught him to do that?!

[obeytherod]

That expression looks good on you, Bakura. [He darkly throws a twisted version of Bakura's own words right back at him.]

According to what he told me, he still uses cards. I'm not entirely sure how it works, but it seems to be some form of magic. Also...according to him, and the girl, they arrived here using a set of cards as a summoning spell.

[fluffydeathdealer]

...

[He can't tell if he's being hit on or not. Goddammit, Malik, be more clear!

He stays silent for a moment before drawing a card from his pocket. Electric Lizard. It would do.]

Watch. I'm going to show you a secret.

[The card glows, the image going blank as the creature upon it appears in the room. Bakura moves his hand, placing it in front of Malik in a defensive gesture as the creature snarls, thinking it's been summoned to attack.]

Oy. If you're hungry, go raid the fridge or eat that disgusting mess I threw away earlier.

[obeytherod]

...Hm? [Malik knits his brow, watching Bakura curiously. When the monster from the card suddenly appears in front of him, snarling, the Egyptian's face went ashen.]

--hh?! Since when could you do that?!

[Despite his shock, Malik's already getting ideas. He looks towards his partner, eyes still wide with shock.] We could use this...

[fluffydeathdealer]

I have many secrets, Malik... just as, I'm sure, you do.

[He can't help but grin at the look on Malik's face. Ah... he hasn't done this since Duelist Kingdom. Man-Eater Bug definitely enjoyed those foolish guards. But this is almost as entertaining.]

I've never had much patience for magicians, but I've picked up a few tricks in my time. It's tiresome, but I've been able to do this for a long, long time.

[...even the Lizard won't touch the Natto. He lets it disappear without a word of acknowledgement.]

[obeytherod]

Heh... [Once the shock wears off, and the lizard disappears, Malik is smirking once more.]

Is it your Millennium Item that lets you do that? You'll have to show me how.

[fluffydeathdealer]

Heheheh. Consider it a learned skill. Cards are just mediums, after all.

[He smugly tucks the card back into his deck.]

If you have the patience to try it, I'm sure you can learn.

[obeytherod]

[Malik glances at the card, but then allows his eyes to meet Bakura's again.]

For something like that, I have all the patience in the world.