ANNOUNCEMENT 005

[intercom_voice]

[The buzzing of an intercom coming to life that you've all undoubtedly have come to know and love can be heard throughout the entire campus again.]

For the record, 'property damage' includes smashing the intercoms I've so graciously provided you all with as a means to communicate with me. In case you hadn't realized.

[She clears her throat.]

Now then, I hope that little blackout didn't keep you all from being productive. Sharpen those minds!

[And then the feed ends.]

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[fluffydeathdealer]

Haha! It's not quite like that! I give the gods a wide berth. Consider it a mix of respect for their power... and dislike for their nature!

[Bit by bit, he's wearing down, his arm aching under the pressure of wielding that weapon for a long time. It's exhilarating in its own way. He doesn't need to hold back, knowing as he does that Henry can easily block him, and that even with his lack of skill, the weapon isn't likely to do much damage if he does hit him. It's a type of exercise he's never tried before.

And it's fun.]

Heh heh, call it spite if you wish! I don't feel the need to show any being respect like that! Human or god, they're all beneath me!

[helpusduelist]

[Henry had been just enjoying the sparring up until that point, but when Bakura says that last line, a cold, sharp expression crosses his face, a look that's likely strange and out of place on the normally friendly face.

As he parries one strike, moving the sword away, he lunges forward, closing what little distance there is. One of his legs kicks hard at Bakura's knee, while the other twists the blade to slam into his chest to force him to the ground.

Before the spirit can recover from that, Henry's boot is on his throat, the sword of the king resting threateningly over the wrist that holds the other's blade, as if daring him to strike out.]

Funny. You seem to be beneath me now.

[His voice is suddenly sharp, cold, and threatening, as if he's genuinely thinking of breaking the bones just under his feet.]

[fluffydeathdealer]

[The look of shock and fear on Bakura's face seems unlike his usual viciously pleasant facade. He's been taken by surprise. Mentally cursing his foolishness for letting that slip out, he lies still. His breathing is harsh, not least of all because landing on his back was a painful experience. One new thing learnt:

Don't insult gods around Henry Tudor.

Why didn't he pick that up faster?]

Kh...

[What a dangerous position to be in. Ryou or no Ryou, this guy might just do it.]

That's right, you're religious... I'd almost forgotten the level of religious fervor people had in your time.

[helpusduelist]

While the insult was certainly a major part, that was not all of it.

[Henry presses his boot down a little, applying enough pressure to be noticed.]

You became cocky and confident in your superiority... and had I been a real opponent, you would have paid for your arrogance and underestimation with your life.

Never boast about yourself until your enemy lays before you, either dying or subdued. This is your first lesson, Spirit.

[And then all that ice is gone, Henry sheathing his sword and his face relaxing into that calm expression as he moves his foot off Bakura's throat, offering the man a hand up.]

[fluffydeathdealer]

[Thank everything that might listen for that. He accepts the hand up, scowling a little.]

Tch... Trying to temper my recklessness, Henry?

[helpusduelist]

And if I was?

[The smile is friendly, teasing even.]

[fluffydeathdealer]

I'd think you'd be happier encouraging weaknesses like that. But you're really something... Treating even something like me as an idiotic student that needs to be taught.

[helpusduelist]

I don't encourage weaknesses in those I have no reason to see as an enemy, even if they could become an enemy later. I'll withhold information, certainly, but I won't go out of my way to poison things.

As for you...

[He reaches over and lightly flicks Bakura's nose.]

You are an idiotic student who needs to be taught, at times.

[fluffydeathdealer]

-!

[He jumps back in surprise, almost falling over all over again. It's almost Ryou-levels of flailing, he's so thrown off.]

O-oy!

[...nope, that's all he can manage.]

[helpusduelist]

[Which means that all Henry can do is burst out laughing, shaking his head in utter amusement.]

[fluffydeathdealer]

W-what's so funny?! What's so amusing?!

[helpusduelist]

You, Spirit. You acted like a chastised, jumpy child! You are quite the interesting one, I admit.

[fluffydeathdealer]

'Child'-?! It's surely not that bad!

[helpusduelist]

Perhaps not... but it's still quite funny!

[fluffydeathdealer]

[Nope. He's having a Ryou-moment here, falling on his backside and staring at Henry in total shock.]

[helpusduelist]

[Which doesn't help Henry's laughter. He goes over to fetch Ryou's sword, examining it carefully and testing it himself. Such an uncomfortable feeling in his hands...]

Now now. Keep sitting like that and you'll get stiff.

[fluffydeathdealer]

Ugh... [He gets up, dusting himself off.]

Then what would you advise, Teach?

[helpusduelist]

A shower, a change of bandages, and some warm tea along with a light meal. After that, just be sure to keep moving yourself every so often so that the soreness is lessened when it does come.

[fluffydeathdealer]

Heh... are you advising this to keep Ryou happy, or because you're actually concerned? But that sounds good. I can already feel the aches in my arm.

[helpusduelist]

You say that as if it can't be both. Though I may not be as fond of you as I am of Ryou, that doesn't mean I can't be concerned for you, does it?

[fluffydeathdealer]

Idiot, are you telling me you're fond of me at all? But I guess I appreciate it.

[helpusduelist]

And if I was?

[Still as teasing as ever, though Henry stretches a bit himself.]

Hm. Now I feel like tea and sweets, myself.

[fluffydeathdealer]

I'd wonder if you took a blow to the head.

[Grasping his shoulder, he moves his arm, feeling the resistance. He'll definitely need to get Malik to check and redress the burns after that. Even if Henry never hit them directly (smart man, thinking so fast on his feet...) they're still at risk. How annoying.]

Hah, you're telling me you have a sweet tooth?

[helpusduelist]

I've taken a few in my time, so it's a possibility.

[Heh. Bakura actually hit with enough force to make his arm hurt slightly. Not bad at all... if he was a bit less dangerous, Henry might have wanted to push him a bit further and see what he could learn.]

That would be a nice way of putting it, if Eleanor is to be believed. The last time I tried to make tea, she said it was so sweet she nearly choked.

[fluffydeathdealer]

That's kind of terrifying... that type of tolerance for sugar.

[Says the man who ENJOYS DRINKING BLOOD.]

But, you've entertained me quite a bit. If you're willing to use that 'fondness' to tolerate me a little longer and wait for me to see to these burns, I'll treat you to some of Ryou's desserts.

No poison, I promise.