Malik Ishtar (
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Found them. They're separated. [Bakura held the ring in his hands, the charms that hung at its sides now pointing in the direction of their targets.]
[Nearby, Malik smirks at the news, his face mostly concealed beneath hood of his purple cloak.]
Good. You take Eleanor, and I'll get Harriet then. You know what to do from there.
[Bakura leers in the direction of his target, smirking.] Understood. It should be easy.
[The Egyptian, in return, turns towards his own target and lets out a small laugh.] Hehe...I'll meet you back at the cave then. We'll lure in Henry and Rosenkreuz once we've got the girls.
((ooc: GENERAL WARNING: there will be violence throughout the threads in this post.))
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After that, we need to keep moving. If we go by that mountain over there... [He looks in said mountain's direction, it visible through a gap in the treetops ahead.] ...We might be able to find a niche to stay in, at least at night.
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[He arched an eyebrow at the speed at which Malik had drank that, frowning slightly. Malik must have been in a worse state than he had thought. When he's done, he carelessly tosses the bottle back into the bag.]
Take off your shirt.
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[Malik sort of wishes he had another bottle, but for now he'll just bear the thirst that he was so suddenly aware he had.
Without another word, Malik carefully lifts his shirt up and over his head, placing it on top of the bag so it wouldn't get dirty...dirtier, anyway.]
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One hand rested briefly on the ridged markings on Malik's back, just for a moment, before dropping to help the other work on the bandages. Unwinding them and removing the dressing took a moment, but once it was done, he paused to inspect the wound.]
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The wound looks much like it did yesterday, only stitched together. Lisa had applied some burn cream to the area around the stitching, and that had at least taken down some of the swelling and redness of his burns. Other than that nothing looked infected, just the normal, scabby complexion of a healing wound.
Malik looks down to see it for himself, but he grimaces and looks away. As if he didn't already have enough blemishes on his body that he despised, here was one that he could see even outside of a mirror.]
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It looks like it's healing up well.
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Tch...that's well?
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Though it'll probably leave a scar.
[Sitting back, he raises his hand to his head, remembering that he still has his hair tied back from the vague ache of it. Pulling it free, he shakes his head so that it falls back exactly into place. Once that's done, he sets to work taking off the bandages over his face. It still hurts, but he manages to open his eye at last, blinking owlishly at Malik.]
...heh. [Smirk.] It's good to be able to use my eye again. [Even if it hurts like hell.]
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[Malik watches Bakura remove his own bandages, and then reaches for the medical bag without thinking.]
The same for yours, then?
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[Even with the stitches, the wound to his face was still prone to leaking fluid. It would be troublesome if he left it, so it had to be done. But he hadn't expected Malik to help, even just by passing things over.]
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Okay. [Digging through the bag, Malik pulled out the few supplies he needed and carefully cleaned and dressed both wounds with some fresh bandaging.] Hm...there.
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Thanks, Malik. That feels a lot better.
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...Keh. [He lets out a little laugh. Bakura was acting strangely lately, wasn't he?]
Right, let's just get moving.
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You should eat something before we go.
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Did you bring anything?
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[Drawing his knife out of his pocket, he throws it at something moving nearly. There's a thunk and then-]
Dinner's served.
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Spaghet...tih...ohs? [Malik sets the items down; there was a much more dire question right now than "what is a spaghettio".] Okay, now how do I open these?
[Because he's trying to twist off the tops and it's not working.]
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[Well fine, if Malik doesn't want tasty meat, he'll have it all. He doesn't even need to cook it.]
There's a can-opener in there. Look for the plastic-and-metal thing you pull open and closed.
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Plastic-and-metal thing... [He mutters to himself, eventually pulling out a pair of scissors, but...he knew that wasn't it, so he puts it away and tries again.
...This time he gets the can opener! Unfortunately, he doesn't get how to use it, because Malik's trying to open up the "mouth" of the object and place it across the entire width of the can lid itself.]
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GYAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!
[Blood dripping from his lips from the dead rabbit he's holding, he laughs helplessly at the sight.]
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[The can-opener hits him square in the mouth, making him spit out the meat in his mouth in surprise.]
You-! Want to die?!
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At least the fat lip will match your eye.
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Bakura was just going to use the fact that Malik couldn't run away to his advantage. Striding over to him, he dumped the rabbit's corpse beside Malik, lifting a bloodsoaked hand to grab him by the chin.]
Shall I give you one to match?
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Any ounce of humour or sarcasm Malik had is lost as the teen frowns, pulling his face away. Now had probably not been the right time to aggravate his partner.]
Bakura. We don't have time to be arguing.
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