[Closed Log]

[obeytherod]

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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[obeytherod]

Of course I have! [Actually, no he hasn't, but even if he did it wouldn't involve cans.]

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.]

[fluffydeathdealer]

...

GYAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!

[Blood dripping from his lips from the dead rabbit he's holding, he laughs helplessly at the sight.]

[obeytherod]

W-what the hell are you laughing at?! [Malik protests, flustered and angry. He ends up throwing the can-opener at Bakura, although not with much force behind it.] Fine, you do it!

[fluffydeathdealer]

Ow-!

[The can-opener hits him square in the mouth, making him spit out the meat in his mouth in surprise.]

You-! Want to die?!

[obeytherod]

Oops. [Malik says, utterly unapologetic.]

At least the fat lip will match your eye.

[fluffydeathdealer]

[That did it.

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?

[obeytherod]

[The rabbit earns a glance, but little more.

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.

[fluffydeathdealer]

Now you say that? You should have thought of that before.

[He leans close, ignoring Malik's movements- and catches his lower lip between his teeth. A sharp nip, and his tongue flickers out to lick the tiny beads of blood that formed on Malik's lip before drawing his head back.]

You turn it the other way around. The sharp bit needs to be wedged into the top of the can. It won't lock into place unless it's closed.

[obeytherod]

You're just a petty--ah! [His eyes grow wide when Bakura's suddenly in his face, only to wince a moment later at the sharp nip of teeth on his bottom lip. The fact that Bakura licked him for the second time--at least when he was conscious--registers a moment later, and Malik is wiping his lips off in mild disgust with the back of his hand.]

... [Malik's eyes is twitching as he leers at Bakura, grabbing the can-opener back and looking to have half a mind to throw it as his stupid face again.]

[fluffydeathdealer]

GYAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!

[Throwing his head back, he laughed. In the trees, several birds took flight in shock and fear.]

[obeytherod]

You idiot! [Malik finds his voice again. But instead of throwing the can-opener this time, he reaches over to grab Bakura by the t-shirt and yank him forward so he can harshly hiss into his face.]

You keep laughing like that, and they'll fucking find us!

[fluffydeathdealer]

Is that so? Then you should probably stop being a bastard. You're the one making me laugh after all. Or maybe you should silence me another way. After all...

[He looks Malik straight in the eyes, lowering his voice despite his own languid insults. There's no fear in his own eyes at all.]

...as much as I like this body, losing it isn't going to effect me in the long run. Unlike you, Malik Ishtar...

[obeytherod]

Maybe if you didn't laugh incessantly, we wouldn't have a problem in the first place. But no, I'd be more than happy to silence you if I had my Rod, Bakura.

[The name emphasis is merely a taunt at the way Bakura likes to do it to him. Still, that last jab shakes him, and it's obvious by the way he seems to resign himself to picking the can-opener back up without so much as a comment.

All this fusing was wearing him out again. Not to say he was ever feeling much better.

He brings a hand to his head, groaning softly.]

[fluffydeathdealer]

...

[As little as he likes it, isolating Malik by threats right now isn't a good idea. As reluctant as he is-]

Sorry.

[-Malik's obvious distress earns the first sincere apology he's made in... He can't even remember. Has he ever done that before? Eh, it doesn't matter.]

I'll try to keep it down, though I can't promise it. Now eat your damn rabbit food and we can be off.

[obeytherod]

[Malik wipes some of the sweat from his brow, gulping and taking a minute to shake off the lightheaded feeling his stress and injury had caused him.

Once he's feeling well enough to talk, he glances down at the rabbit in disgust.]

I'm not eating that.

[He starts to tentatively open up the can of peas. Although right now his appetite is waning, even if eating is bound to make him feel better.]

[fluffydeathdealer]

...I wasn't talking about- Tch! Never mind!

[Bakura himself is no longer hungry at all, so he simply leaves the rabbit where it is. If nothing else, it'll bother Malik.]

[obeytherod]

[With the can open, Malik slowly begins to eat the less-than-fresh veggies. He doesn't even finish half the can before deciding he can't take anymore of it, and that he's simply not hungry. It wasn't a good start, considering he hadn't eaten since mid-day yesterday.]

Let's just get moving.

[fluffydeathdealer]

You should probably eat more than that. But if you're sure, then fine.

[Stooping, he scoops Malik up in his arms once more.]

Grab the bag.

[obeytherod]

I'm definitely done.

[Just being scooped up like that, bridal style or not, didn't really bother Malik. Really, it just made him feel as if he had Bakura under his thumb.

That and he didn't want to walk anyway...]

[Wordlessly, Malik grabs the bag with one arm, pulling the strap over his shoulder so it can hang down below him as he folds his arms over his chest. He would really be rocking the "great leader being carried around by his loyal servants" look right now if not for his sickly appearance.]

[fluffydeathdealer]

[For Bakura, it was nothing to do with being under anyone's control. It was simply the easiest thing to do under this situation. He had his suspicions as to what Malik was thinking, based solely on his lack of protests.

Without bothering to correct him, he headed swiftly towards the mountain Malik had pointed out.]

[obeytherod]

[Malik wouldn't sleep this time, but he did rest his eyes and reflect on their situation as much as his foggy mind would allow.

A while into their walk, he speaks again.]

Right now...Rosenkreuz is our greatest enemy. Not only does he have a Blue-Eyes, but my Rod. We need to get rid of him before even thinking of the Pharaoh.

I don't want to live out of the jungle forever. [Although it still beat the tomb by a long shot.]

But we can't be careless either. He knows how the Rose Cards work.

[fluffydeathdealer]

We're going to need to set a trap, then. Fighting him head-on isn't going to be wise.

[His mind momentarily flickers to the girl with the dragon spirit, but no. At most, she'd be on equal match with Rosenkreuz's Blue Eyes. He needs something that will surpass it.]

Perhaps we can lure him in. Regain our strength, find a ground that's beneficial to us, and draw him in by offering to trade the Rose Cards for the Rod.

...at any rate, I'm going to need to change my deck.

[obeytherod]

[Malik hums thoughtfully.]

We'll trade him the cards, and once I get my Rod back I can use it to delve into his mind and find out how they work.

[There's a dangerous glint in his eye.] Then we kill him and take them back. We'll still need to change our decks, but Bakura... [He smirks.] We already have something that can beat the Blue-Eyes White Dragon.

[fluffydeathdealer]

...care to explain? The only thing I can think of on that level that I've ever seen you use is Ra.

[And he's not summoning Ra, goddammit.]

[obeytherod]

[Of course it's not--]

It is Ra, you insolent fool! If we sacrifice three monsters over 1000 attack points each, we can obliterate anything Rosenkreuz has to throw at us!

Keh heh heh...let him cower before my God card!