CAMPUS WIDE EVENT: THE LANGUAGE BARRIER REINSTATED

[intercom_voice]

[Today, something somewhere went wrong. On the evening on the 15th, any bilingual (or otherwise) knowledge granted by the Campus has simply...disappeared. At least for anybody walking by the North Wing.]

Tja ... det här kommer att lägga sordin på våra studier, är nu inte det?

[Translation: Well...this is going to put a damper on our studies, now isn't it?]

((ooc: So! For the next 5 days (the 15th~20th), your character officially only knows their native tongue. Aka, whatever language they primarily grew up with. They can no longer read, speak, or understand any other language but.

For fun you can even use Google Translate to show what your character is speaking at a glance! Don't worry, we all know it's probably gibberish :P

If you go the Google route, please be sure to put a translation at the bottom. If not, then please take care to specify what language your character is speaking in at the start of every thread.

If you have any questions, just head to the mod plurk or send this account a PM, but most importantly--have fun!))

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[fluffydeathdealer]

[Not really getting it, but the guy sounds apologetic, so he nods.]

[inheritedburden]

Alright. One sec!

[And he's off again, though this time it's less flying and more going through the door on the roof. Either way, it's only a few minutes before he comes back with a thin rope, offering it to Bakura.]

Will this work?

[fluffydeathdealer]

[...oh you are a gem, kid. It's not as good as the gold, but it's better than nothing. Grinning, he takes it and nods, threading it through the loop and fastening it back around his neck.]

Dua en ek, Tener!

[inheritedburden]

Uh... you're welcome, Bakura!

[At least, he thinks that's what he said.]

[fluffydeathdealer]

[Ah, that's much better. Getting up off the ground, he rubs his arm, which is still aching from holding the Ring before.]

That's much better!

[His voice is surprisingly cheerful. Seeing that... it's definitely interesting. So much interesting stuff here! He hopes this one sticks around.]

[inheritedburden]

[He notices Bakura rubbing his arm, frowning a little. He didn't actually hit it, did he?]

Can I see?

[He points at it, giving a bit of a concerned look.]

[fluffydeathdealer]

...? It's fine. It's just whiplash. I don't think anything broke.

[Shrugging off his long coat, not caring about the scarring that covers his arms, he shows him.]

See? It's nothing.

[inheritedburden]

[Tenar doesn't seem at all put off by the scarring -- giving it just a brief glance -- before checking the arm himself. A little bit of gentle moving and poking later, he's pretty sure Bakura's right. This doesn't seem to be really hurt at all, so that's good!]

Sorry if I hurt it.

[He still feels a little bad, though.]

[fluffydeathdealer]

[He puts his coat back on once Tenar's done, flexing his arm a little. That tone makes him amused, though.]

Don't sound so pitiful! I've had far worse things happen.

[The way the kid handled his arm though... that plus the bandaging earlier indicated at least some first-aid training. How old was he? Curiously, he points to Tenar and then the tally again, but this time adding in a little world drawing beside it with the prong. How long have you been in this world, kid? It's roundabout, but it might work.]

[inheritedburden]

[Well, he gets the tone at least. So this guy isn't some random civilian, then? Good. That makes it so Tenar doesn't have to feel bad anymore.

At the world drawing, though, he just blinks, confused, and looks between them.]

...Huh?

[fluffydeathdealer]

[Sigh. Maybe something else will help?

Scratching out a birthday cake, he taps it, then points at Tenar.]

[inheritedburden]

[Oh, now he gets it.]

I'm 13.

[He holds up both his hands again, then puts them down and holds up three fingers.]

[fluffydeathdealer]

[Thirteen...? And yet he already has medical training? He shoots him a quizzical look and points to the bandage.]

[inheritedburden]

My friends and I get hurt a lot, so we're used to it.

[He points at the bandage, then points at himself, shrugging as if saying "no big deal".]

[fluffydeathdealer]

[...not really answering the question, but whatever! He'll ask about it when the language barrier breaks.

Ooh, that was a wrapped-up profiterole or two he found in his pocket just now. Score! He forgot he had those on him.]

[inheritedburden]

[...Right. Well, this got awkward kind of quickly.

Tenar just plops down on the roof, beginning to juggle his ki ball some. He doesn't want to go back inside, because everyone's talking in some weird language, and he's already explored the forest a lot. He could probably train for today, but he's too used to having someone to spar or endure with to just set out on his own.

Siiiigh.]

Why couldn't Kohlrain or Surito or Chihaya have come, too?

[fluffydeathdealer]

...? [He doesn't have a clue what the guy is saying, but ooh, more weird magic. Sitting down, he watches him with interest, biting into his cream puff. From what he can tell, Tenar looks bored. Well, that was his problem.]

What is that?

[inheritedburden]

It's a ki ball.

[He recognizes the inflection enough to answer, bouncing it between his hands, then his feet, then even his head.]

People practice control pretty much any other way, so I'm the only one who does this.

[No, he doesn't care that Bakura can't understand him. He kinda just feels like talking right now.]

It's kinda dangerous, but I always keep it really low so it won't hurt anything.

[fluffydeathdealer]

'Ki'? ...Heka?

[Translation: 'Ki'? ...Magic?

Bakura sounds pretty impressed, either way. It's nothing compared to the attack of before, but it's still magic.]

[inheritedburden]

[Whoa, hey. He actually repeated it back, and Tenar catches the ball in both hands to look at Bakura.]

Ki!

[Can you repeat it after him again?]

[fluffydeathdealer]

[What is he, a two year old? He repeats it again, thoughtfully.]

Ki...

[He should know that word. Part of him is sure he should. But it's no good. It's like a blank slate.]

[inheritedburden]

[With the language barrier, they might as well be. Still, Tenar seemed excited that at least something got across.

He throws the ball up, rolling over on his back and bouncing it with his feet playfully. If only this was a real ball... he could toss it at Bakura.]

Don't touch it, though.

[fluffydeathdealer]

[...with his feet. Damn, this kid was good. Drawing his knee up so he can lean on it, he watches with interest. Not that he gets the warning, but the tone of it passes across well enough.

Maybe the kid should learn to play volleyball. Closing his eyes, he focuses, feeling it out. Interesting... he can't tell what it is precisely, but it's definitely tied to Tenar in a way. Opening his eyes again, he gives the boy a friendly smile and a thumbs up.]

You're pretty good!

[inheritedburden]

[Tenar rolls up to a sitting position, catching it once more and flashing Bakura a grin. He lets the ki ball disperse, putting the bottoms of his feet together and holding onto his knees.]

Can you bounce something like that?

[fluffydeathdealer]

...? [LEARN EGYPTIAN, BOY. He doesn't understand a word of the question.]