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CAMPUS WIDE EVENT: THE LANGUAGE BARRIER REINSTATED

[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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[Something in his eyes darkens at those words. He needs to get stronger. More power. More of it. More, more, more more more-]

I'll kill you if you don't shut your loud mouth.

[He can't breathe. The thief king's weight is pressing down painfully on his stomach and his rage coupled with that is making it hard to think straight.

If this is a fight, then he's playing dirty too.]

...You know I could just stab you in the dick, right?

[Bakura's expression turns sour at that, his nose wrinkling.]

That's low even for you, Akh... H-heh.

H-ha ha. H-HAHAHAHA! [He rolls off, because he's not risking his Akh pulling through on that threat.]

If you're going to be so petty, then fine! I'll humour your weak-host body with a "real" fight. I don't think my Ba will mind.

[Of course he will. Oh well.]

It got you off, didn't it? [As if he'd really do that...

Getting up, he frowns. A 'real fight'... If the thief king thought he'd be intimidated, he was wrong.]

Tch...

[Not that he really is fond of the idea.]

You'd better be the one to patch him up afterwards, then.

[He stops at that, giving his Akh an incredulous look.]

Why is that my job?

[Technically it was a deterrent, but since it surprised him so much, he'll take the opportunity to try to punch him in the face while he's responding.]

Because your reaction's funny. I wasn't serious.

Edited 2014-02-18 23:52 (UTC)

[Try and fail. Bakura moves out of the way and then digs into his pockets, throwing a bunch of small rocks onto the floor.

Just because he can win doesn't mean he won't play dirty.]

Oh? Well maybe I'll do it anyway--if you can land another blow on me.

...?

[If it was intended to throw him off balance or something, it wasn't working. Growling irritably at the 'if', he goes in low this time, intending to dodge around him and hit him in the small of his back.]

... [Oh yeah, the rocks are probably more threatening when you have shoes like Bakura, or sandals.

Eh, he'll just rub them in his Akh's face later. Or now, as he dodges the next attack kicks out to hit his future self in the shin. He may be strong, but it looks he only goes for cheap moves.]

[Bakura jumps back, his feet skidding a little on the floor. Interesting... despite his strength, the thief king's style was interesting. Fitting for a 'thief', and entirely different from the more blunt style he knew. It was no wonder that he was losing. The thief king's moves seemed designed primarily to enable him to get in those cheap shots. Interesting. Even if he gets his ass kicked, it'll be worth it to learn how this guy fights. Just in case.]

...heh.

[Laughter shakes his smaller frame for a second. Bringing his foot up, he kicks some of the small rocks towards the thief king's face as a distraction before rushing in to strike at him again.]

Tch--! [His own distraction used against him. Bakura swing his arm up to use his sleeve and hand to block the bulk of the rocks. Of course he knew this left him wide open and vulnerable.

This was where instinct came in. Instead of moving and risking slipping on the rocks, he summons Diabound to block his Akh's path and shield himself from attack.]

-!

[Bakura breaks his momentum, stumbles and throws himself backwards to avoid striking the creature.]

You-!

[That bastard... this was supposed to be a fight, goddammit. Calling that creature out ruined what little there was of it. Although... This did give him an excuse to avoid a whole lot of pain. Not that he minds pain, but the humiliation would definitely be a problem.]

Tch. If you're so desperate, I'll let you win this time!

I'm not desperate! [He barks from behind the creature. Diabound seems to get the hint and moves itself behind him.]

Diabound is an extension of myself, after all, h-he heh heh... If you would have hit him, it would have counted against me.

[He grins sharply. Were that true or not, didn't really matter. All that did was that the summoning had startled his Akh enough to bring him to a halt.]

But if you're going to surrender so quickly out of fright... I'll let you. You coward.

I'm not afraid of you or him.

[No matter how foolish it sounded, it was true. Neither of them could permanently destroy him. They could only hurt him. And pain was something that was only frightening for a moment, when those pesky instincts kicked in, and easily dismissed.

The idea of striking Diabound is distasteful. His lip curls a little at the thought of it. But more distasteful is the joke the thief king made. Coward? Fright? How pathetic. He was beyond that kind of weakness. What sort of person did the thief king think he was?

He delays just long enough to hopefully make the thief king think he's given up, before lunging in to strike at him again. This time, he's relying on something more mundane. His instincts should tell him what way the thief king will dodge. They're the same, after all. And if they fail, he still has the Ring to tell him where he is...]

Giving up already?

[He chuckles, watching his Akh with narrowed eyes. As expected, he shares his tenacity and lunges again.]

I thought not! [Bakura easily dodges, and while he usually would have switched up his methods by now, he was under estimating his Akh and neglected it this time.]

Edited 2014-02-27 03:43 (UTC)

[The right-!

It's instinct more than the Ring that lets him follow. Whirling in the right direction, he avoids the thief king's retaliatory strike and kicks out at the thief king's stomach. It's nowhere near the most painful or practical target, but it's definitely the most accessible - and with the amount of strength behind it, he might be able to stun him briefly.]

Edited 2014-03-01 05:37 (UTC)

[Bakura sees the kick coming, his eyes widen, and his arms jerks out to block the attack at the last second.

Well, the brunt of it. His Akh's kick still connect and it knocks some of the wind out of him as a result, causing the Thief King to stumble back a few steps.

...He can't believe he got hit! Bakura's lips twist in a malicious smile as his shoulders begin to shake with a laugh that hid his surprise.]

H-hahaha... Ahahaha! Doesn't it feel good, Akh?! I let you hit me--don't expect it to happen again!

[Oh, he saw that wide-eyed look. It was just for a second, but he threw the cocky bastard off balance. It's a rush of delight that makes his lips draw back in a malevolent smile. But he'll be kind and not press the issue. They both know he startled him. Why ruin things by putting the Thief King on edge?]

Heheh. Modern people are so easily taken down. How embarrassing! I forgot what it was like to deal with someone who actually knew how to handle himself.

I suppose I should thank you for showing me my error.

[His words are so thick with sarcasm you can probably taste it. And since the Thief King never said stop, he'll just try to follow up his kick with a punch. He wonders if the man's going to get serious like he threatened.]

[It's hard to tell if his Akh is buying it, but even if he isn't Bakura continues to play up to it.]

Hoh? Then how about a little dark--

[His words are cut off as he swiftly moves out of the way, this time pushing his foot down into the floor to start run--all while his hand is extended, fingers reaching around that white hair as it billows past.

If his Akh is moving forward, then he is moving backward in that respect.

And his hand, with that opposite momentum, grips the other's hair tight enough to bring him to sudden stop before Bakura tugs him back and uses his heel to stomp him into the ground.

Hopefully the worst he got was whiplash and not a broken neck.]

[If it had been his host, his neck would possibly have been broken. As it is, Bakura is not only more durable, but also quicker to react. It isn't perfect, but it's enough that when he's tugged back, he's able to move with the momentum of being tugged back.

It still hurts like hell. He grits his teeth to try to silence himself, unwilling to show his pain beyond the initial unavoidable noise that slips out at impact. It takes him a moment to answer.]

Is that all you think about?

[Now he sees where he gets it from.]

Good move.

[If you pulled out any of his host's hair he'll fucking seal your soul in a rock, kid.]

[Bakura slides his foot off his Akh's chest and rests it flat on the floor. He lets his hair go as well as he straightens up, a few stray strands falling loose from his grip. Even more join them as he shakes off his hand.

Brushing his hands together with a sense of confidence and finality, he chuckles despite the slight shortness of breath that came with adrenaline.]

I told you, you're no match.

[Bakura's gaze flickers to them, a slight flare of irritation in his eyes. That fool... His cockiness was one thing. The fact that he'd damaged his host's hair was another. Both of them together were enough to make rage churn inside of him. Reaching out a hand, he catches one of the strands mid-fall.]

Is that so?

[Bastard. His gaze darkened. Bastard, bastard, bastard, who the fuck did he think he was?! The more he thought about it, the more infuriated he got. Who was the one with the experience here? With the power? Who was the one this child of a man had been begging for power? Who was the one who'd struggled for millennia towards the power he sought, when this man was impatient after only a few years? Who was the one who was going to open the door to the other world?

And that fool thought he was superior to him?]

I think you might want to reconsider that thought...

[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.]

Edited 2014-03-09 23:46 (UTC)

[Before he can even respond, the world around him changes. As the darkness comes his vision is engulfed, his eyes unable to adjust fast enough to keep himself from being blinded. Bakura tenses, looking quickly to either side of him as he tries to inspect his new surroundings with a perturbed look.

This was just an illusion, right? The way everything had melted away, just before he couldn't see anymore...

Don't remind yourself. The thought is quickly forced out before it can fester.

He touches the stone, feeling the indentations and figuring out they're words, but the meaning--of why they were there, of where he even was--was lost on him. Instead Bakura focuses down on the sound of dirt shifting below his feet, and as he lifts one foot up to stomp down on it in paranoia, the other is grabbed by something.]

Aaaghh!

[The whole thing sets him off balance. Bakura twists away, and the confined space has him knocking his elbow painfully into a wall before he sends himself tumbling back onto the dirt with a grunt.

A hand rising from the ground--the spirit of Kul Elna, surely, but it still attacked him! Reaching back for his dagger, he doesn't hesitate to lean forward and impale it straight through.]

Edited 2014-03-10 00:13 (UTC)

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