Joint Post! Like an Old Married Couple

[fluffydeathdealer]

[From just outside the jungle's trees, near the mountainside, some bickering can be heard:]

Here. It's probably fresher than you'd like, but it's all we have.
...I can't eat that, Bakura.
You don't have the option to be picky, Malik!
No...I really can't, you fool!
Tch... I can cook it a bit more, but we have to be careful, or the smoke from the fire will give us away!
Ughh...can't you find some fruit? Just look up.
Do you want to die? If someone finds you while I'm out looking for fruit, you'll have worse problems than having to eat meat.
But Bakura... [Malik sounds a bit like he might be ill.] My stomach...
O-oy! Hold on a little longer, okay? I'll see if I can find something close by. I'll stay within earshot, so if someone approaches, scream.
Just get a couple...I don't need that much.
Be quiet, you idiot. You need to eat something. [He chomps down on the meat Malik refused to eat.]
Well? I can't eat anything if you don't go get something!

((ooc: So! Tags will come from both Bakura and Malik. If we're going to tag you with both on a turn we'll put a "1/2" in the subject line, otherwise it's just one at a time. Also since the two of them are injured, we just ask that nobody with magic healing powers comes along to heal them up and stuff. Thanks!

Warnings for adult content in some threads.))

Comments

[obeytherod]

[Malik should really stop digging himself into a hole.]

Tch, no. I just thought you were trying to force it on me again. [That was the truth, at least. Although not the whole truth...he had thought Bakura was implying it for other reasons. That didn't mean he wanted any part in those reasons...just that they were reasons!]

Do you always try to lap up people's blood? [It's a dull afterthought.]

[fluffydeathdealer]

'Always'? Heheh. Counting my own, there's not really all that many. I have a fondness for it, but you may have noticed the opportunity is lacking.

[His shoulders shook slightly again.]

Although sometimes I do it just to see the look of distress on their pale faces. Humans react to blood in a unique way. Fear. Disgust. Anger. They forget how easily it can be spilled. How easily they can die. The entire human body's just as much of a shell as my host. People just tend to forget that.

[obeytherod]

[Bakura you're weird, but whatever. He kind of likes you.

Malik smirks at that, folding his arms over his chest. While there's a brief twinge of fear inside himself--mostly aimed at his own situation--Malik is quick to repress it.]

Well...I always considered the body to be more of a puppet than a shell. A puppet for me to manipulate, and use. Hmhmhm... It's amazing what you can get people to do, Bakura, when you get inside their head and convince them that you're "God", or use their fears against them...

[In other words...he thinks he gets where you're coming from!]

[fluffydeathdealer]

Is that so? Heheheh.

[Shifting to sit beside Malik, he loosely leans his arms on his knees. Part of him wonders how Malik even would react if they won. Without the Rod... Heh, would he even give it up? His lips twist into a smirk. Such a messed up kid... it's no wonder he likes Malik. Even if he annoys him a lot. He understands that part of it. That love of breaking the minds of those that bother him.]

People's minds are always their greatest weakness, aren't they? I'm sure that no matter how far humans evolve, that will never change.

[obeytherod]

Keh...that's right. Even the Ancient Egyptians knew it when they created the Millennium Items...many of those take advantage of that weakness.

[Malik did like the power, that much was certain...but after he had his revenge and gathered the God cards, he wouldn't need it any longer.]

If you can crack a person's mind...you can control them.

[fluffydeathdealer]

Hehehehehehehehehehehhehehehe...

[His low laugh trails away slowly. Ignoring the comment about the items, he tilted his head back to look at the sky.]

You don't need to go that far to control a person. Sometimes you just need a little push, right?

[obeytherod]

Right...keh. All it took for Harriet was a "little push", after all.

[He tilts his head up, looking at the treetops. How long were they going to have to stay out here? Without his Rod, it took a lot more to "push" somebody into submission.

Even with Bakura as conversation, and summoning as practice...things were dull. All he could do was sit around and wait.

He was used to dull for a long time, but once he got a taste of the outside world...he couldn't go back to it.]

[fluffydeathdealer]

[Malik wasn't the only one feeling a little strange about this. Bakura was used to waiting. Always, ever waiting for that one opportunity, for that one move that will unlock the next step. It's like a long-lasting game. A game of eternity, where it's easy to forget your last move because the time between them can be unnervingly long. But that didn't mean he wasn't bored by it.

In a way, it was like the desert, this place. There may be water and trees, but that didn't change that comparison. In much the same way, this is a place where only the wildlife moves, and usually out of sight. Very little happens, save sudden events that rise up out of nowhere. Nothing changes.]

Keh-! [His fist strikes the ground suddenly, frustratedly, his move coming right out of nowhere.]

[obeytherod]

[Malik jolts at the sudden movement, looking over at his partner, his hair sticking slightly out of place.]

Ah... [But no, he understands. He understands perfectly.]

You feel it too Bakura, don't you? This never ending boredom! Sitting here and hiding...I can't stand it.

[fluffydeathdealer]

That's right... I'm going to go mad if something interesting doesn't happen soon!

[His arm shakes slightly, fist still pressed against the cold floor.]

[obeytherod]

But without the Rod...and in this condition. [He runs a hand through his hair, Bakura's frustration fueling his own.]

I think we'll be suffering a while longer.

[fluffydeathdealer]

You could always make use of the Eye.

[He's joking! ...mostly. It's a little bit of a cruel joke, but really, he's nothing if not cruel.]

[obeytherod]

Tch--! [Malik lifts a hand to cover his eye, defensive.]

Don't even joke! If anything, you're already halfway there!

[fluffydeathdealer]

What? Are you afraid?

[Wait, did he just-]

...shut up! My eye works perfectly fine!

[obeytherod]

[He's just going to ignore that question and continue taunting Bakura instead.]

Oh yeah? It still looks all squinted to me. Maybe we should just cut our losses, huh?

[He reaches back, pulling out his scalpel again, bouncing it between his thumb and forefinger.] I can always help~

[fluffydeathdealer]

Hoh? Isn't that your collateral, Malik-kun?

[He can't tell if he's serious or not, though he doubts it. So he teases back, watching the scalpel suspiciously anyway.]

You want to give it back to me that badly?

[obeytherod]

... [Malik puts the scalpel away again, although he keeps his smirk, as if toying with Bakura.

As opposed to remembering it was his collateral.]

On second thought...I still need it.

[fluffydeathdealer]

...wait. Were you serious just now?

[He really can't tell.]

[obeytherod]

...Sort of. [He shrugs, smiling.]

Not at first, but...it could be useful.

[fluffydeathdealer]

Tch. [He scoffs slightly.] If it comes to that, you'd want to remove the entire eye first. I doubt you could do that with the scalpel.

It's far more painful to have it forced in on top. I've seen it.

[obeytherod]

...I'll keep that in mind.

[Go ahead, Bakura. Just keep providing him with fodder. He'll gladly take it.]

But that still doesn't help us right now. [He really was so bored...so anxious that he could tear something apart.]

[fluffydeathdealer]

Tch. If it comes to that, I might be the one shoving it in your eye, since I loaned you it, after all.

[If Malik were to try to use this, it'd be trouble, but Bakura still doesn't think of him as much of a threat at all.]

Heh. True. There's only so much boredom I can take.

[obeytherod]

I'm not shoving a loaned object into my skull.

[But whatever. Moving on, Malik runs his hands through his hair again, gripping the ends.]

Ughh...you can't even imagine how miserable I've been, Bakura! At least you get to do things--I have to stay here and wait!

[fluffydeathdealer]

[Heh. Malik looking like that is a little unnerving in itself. The kid must be close to a mental breakdown by now.]

Is that so? I guess I should entertain you more, huh? I've been neglecting you a little, huh?

[obeytherod]

[Malik pauses, lowering his hands and shooting Bakura a skeptical glance.]

I don't really care what you do, as long as it breaks up this monotony.

[What would Rishid do, Bakura? CHANNEL YOUR INNER RISHID.]