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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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[His eyes are starting to adjust now, and he can see clearly that it's not one of Kul Elna's.]

Grr--! Akh, cut it out! [Knowing better than to let go of his dagger, he yanks it out of the hand's palm and scrambles to his feet as fast as he can in the given space.

Hearing that harsh scraping, he starts to skulk away from it.]

[The mist rises slowly. The creature's hand slams into the ground, using it to get enough force to pull itself out. Under the mist, it's nothing more than a misshapen hulk of blackness. That scraping noise comes closer, echoing now, so it's hard to tell which way it's coming from.

And as the thief king moves away, a voice echoes in the maze.]

What's wrong, Bakura?

[The words come from up above, where the illusion of Bakura is sitting atop one of the monoliths. Arms folded over his chest, he rests one leg on top of the other, looking down at him. Despite the distance, the words are easily audible. There's an odd sort of echo to them, however. A distortion that leaves the voice difficult to recognize, sounding more unnatural.]

Realizing your folly?

[Bakura's already too far away from the hand now to bother looking back at it. For now he'll just keep moving to find a way out of this maze.

But when he hears and then turns to see his Akh, he stops dead in his tracks.]

Tch...are you always this much of a sore loser?!

[He barks back with a cruel laugh, leering up at the image of his Akh. Once he's finish he hunches down again to continue sneaking away from that ominous scraping.]

Edited 2014-03-10 01:14 (UTC)

Sore loser? I don't care about the fight, Thief King Bakura. Pain is nothing! But you made a couple of mistakes that I can't forgive so easily.

[His expression remains unchanging. That arrogant fool... Mocking him even now? An unearthly howl splits the air, the ground beginning to tremble around them as something thunders in the distance. The rain begins to pour down in a fierce torrent of coldness. Lightning flashes in the sky.

Hidden under the mist, the hole the beast had made lies in the thief king's path. Is he going in a circle? Of course he is. Otherwise he'd be walking into walls in reality. Altering perception of direction is a pain...]

For one thing, you shouldn't have ripped out my hair.

[With those words, Bakura disappears, offering a casual middle finger as a farewell.]

...This is about your fucking hai--Aauh!

[Suddenly, as he sets his foot down ahead of him, it slips against the hole there and twists his ankle. His pride and his skills as a thief keep him from falling by catching himself on one of the nearby tombstones.

Unfortunately, even that won't take away the sharp sting of pain now stretching up his ankle. He grits his teeth and grunts, refusing to show weakness despite himself.]

You bastard... Laugh now, but I'll get you back for this.

Actually, it's more the fact that you had the nerve to act superior to me. But the hair definitely didn't help matters. I'm very protective of my host's hair.

[The casual address comes from behind him, where Bakura is now leaning against the wall.]

If you ask nicely, maybe I'll let you out...

[If he turns hostile, however, he's going to get a bit of a shock, since the illusion of Bakura isn't even remotely solid. The wall, on the other hand, is.]

[Bakura lets his Akh talk a moment, the hair of his neck standing on end as he realizes where he's standing now.

Sure, sure...let him think he'll be amicable a moment, and then--!

Swinging around with his hands drawn into a tight fist, Bakura swings straight for his Akh's smug face. Instead, his fist hits the solid wall, letting out a nasty crunch as a result.]

Gaahh!

[He jerks his now-shaking hand back, holding it close to his chest as his other hand hovers tentatively over it. Red hot pain was coursing through his fingers, and that coupled with the pain in his ankle made it nearly impossible to stand.

...So he casually props himself up against the wall like he meant to do it, but the heavy breathing is enough of a give away.]

H-heh...hahaha... [It fucking hurt! He was going to kill this asshole!]

Edited 2014-03-10 01:52 (UTC)

Idiot... Do you think I'd really be here with you in that sort of mood? I'm not that much of a fool.

[Oh well. If the thief king wants to make things difficult... Though the injury was certainly a concerning one. He didn't want to piss him off too badly. And if he'd seriously hurt himself, that'd be a problem on that front.]

You alright? That sounded bad!

[...it's next to impossible for him to sound sympathetic, isn't it? Especially when there's a slight smirk on his lips.]

I'm fine! [He growls out the words, moving his hand back down to his side as if it were fine. Something was off though, his fingers were tense and held in a curled position. They were still shaking, bruised, and already beginning to look hot and swollen.]

But you're getting on my nerves, Akh!

...

[Oh he didn't. Did he? He has to check, the illusion zoning out for a moment while the real Bakura stares. Oh goddamn.]

Huh. You hit the actual wall.

[Now he's in trouble, he suspects. The pain in the thief king's ankle just vanishes - after all, there was nothing for him to trip on in reality. But he can't do anything about the hand.

Ugh, he doesn't want to drop the illusion while the thief king's injured and angry, but what the hell... he can put him to sleep and drag him to the nurse if he has to. Reluctantly, he lets the illusion fade.]

[The pain fading from his ankle just barely registers--the Thief King's adrenaline was already pumping enough to dull the pain had it remained. His sights were set on his Akh, his eyes ablaze with fury and bloodlust. He wanted fucking revenge!

Not even bothering to answer, he uses his uninjured hand to grab his Akh by the collar so he can tug him forward and growl in his face through teeth clenched in a wicked smile.]

H-heh heh... That's right. But this time--I won't miss!

[He throws him to the ground.]

[As he expected, the idiot was too focused on his revenge and not at all on fixing his fucking hand. Bakura grits his teeth and debates trying to force him to sleep, like he'd planned. Reluctantly, he comes to the conclusion that it's a bad move. The thief king's pissed off enough. If he doesn't get to vent that rage, he'll just keep building it up. Better to let him get it out now.

He's really not looking forward to this, but letting Ryou handle it would probably look bad, right?]

Oi. I didn't make you-

[Before he can finish, the thief king just throws him. Hitting the floor knocks the wind out of him, momentarily driving away further thoughts of how to get out of it.]

Kh-!

[As soon as his precious Akh is on the ground, Bakura raises his foot and stomps down hard on his hand.

Once. Twice. Three times. He keeps going, and he grinds his heel into him, waiting and hoping for some sort of satisfying snap. A crunch--anything to let him know he broke it!]

How's that feel?! H-hahaha!

-!

[He most definitely did not expect that. Punching, probably, maybe even being beaten until he couldn't move, but not that. With his hand spread out on the solid ground, it was almost impossible for him to avoid it breaking. He did his best anyway, forcing his fingers to relax so there was less resistance. The tenser they got, the more likely they'd break under this level of force... He was lucky that the thief king's shoes weren't as solid as some modern day varieties, but if he kept doing that...!

Gritting his teeth against the pain, he tries to draw his hand back, but the grinding heel pins it.]

Bastard-!

[And at this angle he can't even kick the bastard off... He can feel his hand protesting against the assault.]

Come on--I want to hear you beg for mercy!

[Bakura puts all his weight into that one foot, his heel pinned at the notch between his Akh's index and forefingers, practically driving the small bones in his hand apart.]

Gh...!

[Despite his best efforts, he feels his efforts go to waste. His fingers can't stay relaxed any longer, reflexively tensing and scrabbling against the floor as he tries to jerk his hand away. It's no good. The Thief King's not-inconsiderable weight is entirely supported on top of his helpless fingers.

There's a slow creak from his fingers as the index one is forced away, a faint crack from the pressure being put on them as. Beg? Him? Like hell! What kind of person does the thief king take him for?!]

Go to hell-!

[He tries to force his fingers to relax again, knowing the risk of letting them tense, but it's painful enough that he can't. There's so much pressure on them that it's almost impossible for them not to break. And break they do, with a resounding SNAP. Not all at once, either; as the pressure of the thief king's foot isn't evenly distributed, it's slower. But when he hears that sound he knows it's too late. At least two of his fingers have broken, probably more. And with the thief king's heel forcing his index finger away from the rest, he knows which one's broken first without looking. Even before the pain starts.

The sudden sharpness of it intrudes on his senses and a strangled cry escapes his mouth despite his attempts to hold it back.]

GUAH-!

[Once it starts hurting, it doesn't stop; it throbs and pulses relentlessly. Something like nausea rises within him. Fuck... That bastard's going to regret this some day.]

[That wonderful snap is like music to his ears. It's the signal for his delirium to end. As he tries to revel in the sadistic afterglow of it all, grinning madly and watching gleefully as his Akh's hand splits apart unnaturally, the pain from his own broken hand makes itself known again.]

Gghh... [This whole time his arm had been held awkwardly and rigidly at his side, his fingers curled and trembling. As he finally eases back off his Akh's hand, he takes a look at his own.

The knuckles were swollen and a dark from blood collecting beneath the surface. When he tried to move a finger tentatively, it only ended with him barking out a sudden, sharp cry.]

Shit... [He'd never had to deal with any broken bones before--or a least not any vital ones like these. Back home, this would have been as good as a death sentence.]

[The pain seems neverending and the pressure of the thief king's foot isn't helping. Rather, it's making it worse.

Once the foot finally leaves him alone, he rolls over onto his side and draws the wounded hand to his chest, clutching it there thoughtlessly. Bastard, bastard, fucking no-good worthless human bastard! It takes him a moment to realize the thief king's pain, and when he does, there's no sympathy in him. Bastard brought it on himself, and what concern he'd had for it is gone now. But seeing the damage in the thief king's hand reminds him to at least look at his own. It's not a pretty sight.

Unlike the thief king, whose hand was curled up when it broke, his was spread out. That meant the thief king had probably broken the metacarpal bones, while his had been more confined to his fingers. Not all of the damage is there, but the worst of it is. He stares irritably at the worst one, where the bone had actually forced itself through the skin when it broke. His fingers looked positively deformed, bruises already forming, and he realizes dully that they're probably broken in multiple places. The index finger is almost certainly that way, at the least dislocated as well as broken.

Even though the damage is confined to his hand, he can feel pain coursing right down his arm. His hand is trembling, every tremor sending pulses of agony through him, and he tries to use his other hand to hold it still. But just touching it is enough to amplify the pain dramatically, drawing a harsh sound of pain from his lips.

He needs to get up, he knows. Get up, get to the nurse. She's starting to know him and his host far too well for his liking. Familiarity is dangerous. At last, he moves, rolling over and using his uninjured hand to push himself up to his knees.]

..fuck...

[He's actually dizzy. What the hell, body? Glancing up, he notices the look on the thief king's face. Does he really not know how to deal with this?]

Oi, asshole, don't just stand there. Go to the nurse. If your hand isn't taken care of, it might heal wrong.

[Pain makes him snappier than usual.]

Shut up! Just come with me! [He barks back, reaching down to grab his Akh by the collar with his uninjured hand and draw him up to his feet. The nurse? He didn't trust that bitch, but it'll have to do--for his Ba, anyway.

That was the deal, after all, or at least as much of it as he can fulfill. He likes exploiting loopholes and ignoring the unspoken rules, but there was no fun in outright cheating or turning his back on a bet. Even if losing didn't suit him...it was part of the fun. He'd have expected the other party to hold up their end of the deal if they lost, after all.

So, despite his own nauseating pain and the cold sweat that was starting to gather at his brow, Bakura forcibly drags his Akh towards the nurse's office.]

Edited 2014-03-12 21:06 (UTC)

O-oi-! Don't tell me to shut up, brat!

[...considering he's stuck in this youthful body, that doesn't sound quite right, but to hell with it. This was a pain.]

Tch... [Well, he'd had fun, anyway. The thief king's face when he'd hit the wall... That brings a smirk to his face that he quickly wipes away in favour of going with him. Being manhandled like this is actually more annoying than having his fingers broken. As grouchy as he is about it, he knows those instincts and feelings are little more than shadows. What he's feeling isn't his pain, after all. Maybe if he trained his abilities more he could use the Ring to cut it off entirely, but that would make him feel even less alive. Pain was part of what it means to be human, after all. It's part of the fun of existing, knowing there was that risk there. And wounds like this are nothing. All this is in the end... is an inconvenience.

Idly, he wonders if the thief king knows his control over his own body is dependant on the spirit's own whims. He could easily make the man his new host, though keeping him would be... difficult. He'd have to damage the soul irreparably to prevent him fighting too much - or even switch it out, if he was willing to keep the body constantly.

But thoughts like this that are swirling around his head are not helpful. He has to focus on going with the frustrating man.]

[Bakura's not in the mood to talk. The only noise he does make is the occasional grunt of pain, or a hiss when he brushes his broken hand against his robe or the wall. As soon as they're in front of the nurse he practically shoves his Akh at the door before turning heel with a grumbled] Here.

[...And then heading in the opposite direction.]

Edited 2014-03-12 21:25 (UTC)

...

[Where the hell is he going? If he gets his fingers misaligned by trying to fix it himself, Bakura will laugh. But he doesn't really care. What does matter is the fact that he's at the nurse's office, and despite her irritating nature, he's fine with letting her deal with his hand.

Not so fine with the actual process, however. Even his pain tolerance can only go so far, and the process of having his fingers re-set into place and carefully splinted is enough to make him push past that limit. He refuses the offer of painkillers, however. He's not going to stay here, no matter how much she fusses, until he's 'well enough to make it back to the dorm'. He needs to be as little dizzy as possible.

It's really not that easy a task; by the end, his mind is reeling considerably. In the process, he sinks his teeth into his lip hard enough to draw blood, in an attempt to stifle the urge to scream. Where most people might have been bothered by that part, he finds it comforting. The taste soothes his rage and keeps him from trying to throttle her each time she moves on to the next finger. Once she's done, he finds an excuse for her to be distracted and then buries his face in his arms for a moment, exhausted.

He needs to rest for a while. Just a little while. Being 'alive' is tiring... Ryou can handle the rest for now.

And so it was that the spirit simply returned to the stillness and silence of the Ring, coiled up in the darkness, and left his wayward host to deal with the consequences of the spirit's own actions.

Some things never changed.]

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everything from the pre-fight argument onwards now takes place on the 9th of march

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