[If it had been just one or the other, the arrogance or the hair, maybe he'd have been less angry. But both together was rubbing him the wrong way, especially when he was in pain.
The Ring begins to glow suddenly as he sits up, a strange smile on his lips. So that's how it is, then? he muses, focusing. The Ring wasn't as good as some of the other Items at fucking with heads, but it had a few tricks of its own. And the thief king may have the Eye, but what he doesn't have is the use of it. It's not in him, after all. That means he doesn't have the protection of it... which means he can bypass a few rules.
Especially since his own darkness is currently residing within him.
He's not cruel enough to play with the thief king's worst memories, but he can surely make a point of what a dumb thing to say that was.
The world changes. Not in reality, of course, but in the thief king's head, it's close enough. The corridor melts away, day replaced by the darkness of night. The air is like ice, bitterly cold and almost painful to breathe. It tastes unpleasant, oddly bitter.
All around are the silent forms of stone monoliths and walls, forming a tight and narrow maze that seems almost designed to inspire claustrophobia. If the thief king reaches out, his hand will barely have to move in order to touch the walls, smooth save for the occasional ridge where words have been carved into the stone. It's barely wide enough to move. The spirit could have managed it with ease, but the larger thief king would surely have more difficulty.
Bakura is nowhere in sight.
The rough dirt of the ground below trembles slightly, indenting as something tries to push up out of it. It's hard to spot. Push. Push.
And then the claw-like hand of a demonic monster rises out of it to grab his bare leg.]
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The Ring begins to glow suddenly as he sits up, a strange smile on his lips. So that's how it is, then? he muses, focusing. The Ring wasn't as good as some of the other Items at fucking with heads, but it had a few tricks of its own. And the thief king may have the Eye, but what he doesn't have is the use of it. It's not in him, after all. That means he doesn't have the protection of it... which means he can bypass a few rules.
Especially since his own darkness is currently residing within him.
He's not cruel enough to play with the thief king's worst memories, but he can surely make a point of what a dumb thing to say that was.
The world changes. Not in reality, of course, but in the thief king's head, it's close enough. The corridor melts away, day replaced by the darkness of night. The air is like ice, bitterly cold and almost painful to breathe. It tastes unpleasant, oddly bitter.
All around are the silent forms of stone monoliths and walls, forming a tight and narrow maze that seems almost designed to inspire claustrophobia. If the thief king reaches out, his hand will barely have to move in order to touch the walls, smooth save for the occasional ridge where words have been carved into the stone. It's barely wide enough to move. The spirit could have managed it with ease, but the larger thief king would surely have more difficulty.
Bakura is nowhere in sight.
The rough dirt of the ground below trembles slightly, indenting as something tries to push up out of it. It's hard to spot. Push. Push.
And then the claw-like hand of a demonic monster rises out of it to grab his bare leg.]