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the_campus2014-02-15 03:44 pm
intercom_voice) wrote in the_campus2014-02-15 03:44 pm
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!))
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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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.]
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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.]
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[...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.]
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[...And then heading in the opposite direction.]
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[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.]