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tushanshu_logs2015-01-01 05:39 pm
denyamenti) wrote in tushanshu_logs2015-01-01 05:39 pm
[OPEN] O soft embalmer of the still midnight...
Characters: Bakura & OPEN
Date: January catch-all log
Location: Midnight Hotel, various
Situation: Bakura's reappearance on Tu Vishan in a critical state and subsequent healing left him in a coma for a couple weeks, but now he's woken up and has some processing to do.
Warnings/Rating: Angry angst? POSSIBLE SUICIDE-ISH THEMED (SORT OF?) CONVERSATION IN CLOSED THREAD "A". Add specific warnings if needed in subject headers.
A. MIDNIGHT HOTEL - CLOSED TO SOLOMON;
Waking didn't feel like waking, and for several long moments he didn't even realize that his eyes had cracked open and flooded with light, unable to distinguish it from a fever dream. His temperature had developed shortly after he'd finished being healed, as his body sought to marshal whatever strength it could find from a depleted soul. Its efforts were apparently sufficient however, and after forcing a couple blinks to determine that the light was going to remain, he stirred beneath the blankets, seeing which limbs responded. Blankets..?
The room was unfamiliar, the twinge across one shoulder like an old wound he couldn't remember getting, and soreness told him he'd been reclined like this for a while. He felt like he could barely scrape together enough energy to do so, but he managed to get himself leveraged half upright in a vaguely muddled haze. The action was more on instinct than any conscious desire to be sitting upright, before he realized why his head was pounding so unbearably, and broke off his efforts with a strangled, aborted sob. No...!
B. MIDNIGHT HOTEL - OPEN
It had taken another few days after waking before Bakura was recovered enough to start moving around on his own, but he was chaffing to leave the room and be away from Solomon's smothering presence. He had no specific destination in mind, and so had started exploring the various hallways of the Hotel, just to give him something to concentrate on instead of the horrible empty ache that he couldn't get away from. Once or twice he's touched a door frame to illuminate the inscribed sigils there, anything, anything to focus on. His constitution was still lacking however, and several times he's had to stop with one hand pressed to the corridor's walls, bracing himself while he waits for his strength to return. He'd rather drop into another coma than ask for assistance, but he's also in no position to avoid anyone who wants to approach.
C. KEELIAI; FIRE SECTOR - OPEN
Eventually he does start feeling better physically, something he can't quite deem a relief but certainly a state that's preferable. He's still too drained on energy to muster any kind of access to his shadow magic, but a few simple reconnaissances shouldn't be a problem. Bakura's first stop is the old Foreigner housing, to his old suite in the Fire Sector. He heard what's happened to these buildings and thinks that is a perfectly logical thing that the kedan did, although it was vaguely irritating to lose what eclectic possessions he'd had accumulated. His suite is currently lived in by a kedan family with four children, and the thief thinks, at least the space is being put to decent use, having always thought the Foreigners were allotted a lot of housing for individuals themselves.
The family does at least agree to open the door and speak tersely with him, but the immediate denial of having found anything of his possessions comes so quickly that there's a 50/50 chance of being truth or just flat refusal to help him. Bakura gives consideration to the possibility of just pushing his way in and searching for his things himself, but discards it after a moment and lets the door shut. He's not sure what he'd have done with his notes on the various planes and the links between the Dreaming and the khajbit anyway, save feel some kind of vague satisfaction at getting something of his own back.
D. KEELIAI; VARIOUS - OPEN
It's almost startling how much the city has changed in the span of almost a year, but Bakura supposes that if anything's going to spur such an overhaul, it might as well be the removal of any semblance of law and order and the high that comes from surviving almost-annihilation. There's a very different ambiance to the city now, and in a lot of ways it's better, he thinks. He stops to read a large poster that a kedan has just finished nailing to a notice board, who gives the thief a dirty look before moving off, and Bakura slowly works through translating it with his rudimentary knowledge of the language.
A public... court...?
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((OOC: Or tag in with your own!))
Date: January catch-all log
Location: Midnight Hotel, various
Situation: Bakura's reappearance on Tu Vishan in a critical state and subsequent healing left him in a coma for a couple weeks, but now he's woken up and has some processing to do.
Warnings/Rating: Angry angst? POSSIBLE SUICIDE-ISH THEMED (SORT OF?) CONVERSATION IN CLOSED THREAD "A". Add specific warnings if needed in subject headers.
A. MIDNIGHT HOTEL - CLOSED TO SOLOMON;
Waking didn't feel like waking, and for several long moments he didn't even realize that his eyes had cracked open and flooded with light, unable to distinguish it from a fever dream. His temperature had developed shortly after he'd finished being healed, as his body sought to marshal whatever strength it could find from a depleted soul. Its efforts were apparently sufficient however, and after forcing a couple blinks to determine that the light was going to remain, he stirred beneath the blankets, seeing which limbs responded. Blankets..?
The room was unfamiliar, the twinge across one shoulder like an old wound he couldn't remember getting, and soreness told him he'd been reclined like this for a while. He felt like he could barely scrape together enough energy to do so, but he managed to get himself leveraged half upright in a vaguely muddled haze. The action was more on instinct than any conscious desire to be sitting upright, before he realized why his head was pounding so unbearably, and broke off his efforts with a strangled, aborted sob. No...!
B. MIDNIGHT HOTEL - OPEN
It had taken another few days after waking before Bakura was recovered enough to start moving around on his own, but he was chaffing to leave the room and be away from Solomon's smothering presence. He had no specific destination in mind, and so had started exploring the various hallways of the Hotel, just to give him something to concentrate on instead of the horrible empty ache that he couldn't get away from. Once or twice he's touched a door frame to illuminate the inscribed sigils there, anything, anything to focus on. His constitution was still lacking however, and several times he's had to stop with one hand pressed to the corridor's walls, bracing himself while he waits for his strength to return. He'd rather drop into another coma than ask for assistance, but he's also in no position to avoid anyone who wants to approach.
C. KEELIAI; FIRE SECTOR - OPEN
Eventually he does start feeling better physically, something he can't quite deem a relief but certainly a state that's preferable. He's still too drained on energy to muster any kind of access to his shadow magic, but a few simple reconnaissances shouldn't be a problem. Bakura's first stop is the old Foreigner housing, to his old suite in the Fire Sector. He heard what's happened to these buildings and thinks that is a perfectly logical thing that the kedan did, although it was vaguely irritating to lose what eclectic possessions he'd had accumulated. His suite is currently lived in by a kedan family with four children, and the thief thinks, at least the space is being put to decent use, having always thought the Foreigners were allotted a lot of housing for individuals themselves.
The family does at least agree to open the door and speak tersely with him, but the immediate denial of having found anything of his possessions comes so quickly that there's a 50/50 chance of being truth or just flat refusal to help him. Bakura gives consideration to the possibility of just pushing his way in and searching for his things himself, but discards it after a moment and lets the door shut. He's not sure what he'd have done with his notes on the various planes and the links between the Dreaming and the khajbit anyway, save feel some kind of vague satisfaction at getting something of his own back.
D. KEELIAI; VARIOUS - OPEN
It's almost startling how much the city has changed in the span of almost a year, but Bakura supposes that if anything's going to spur such an overhaul, it might as well be the removal of any semblance of law and order and the high that comes from surviving almost-annihilation. There's a very different ambiance to the city now, and in a lot of ways it's better, he thinks. He stops to read a large poster that a kedan has just finished nailing to a notice board, who gives the thief a dirty look before moving off, and Bakura slowly works through translating it with his rudimentary knowledge of the language.
A public... court...?
---
((OOC: Or tag in with your own!))
B
Of course fate seemed to have a way of catching up to Ryou and tearing him down when he tried to avoid problems. That moment came now, when he saw Bakura with a hand against the corridor wall, looking like he might just collapse. "B...Bakura...," the name escaped him like a shocked gasp more than a call for the other man's attention.
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"You don't sound disappointed."
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"...Disappointed?" He didn't even know where to start, everything was just so overwhelming. "You leave without saying anything to me, and make it sound like you're going to die...and then you come back in a coma, and you expect me to be disappointed?"
There was a vague gesture that followed, only serving to exemplify how confused Ryou really was. "I'm glad you're okay...but you're a real jerk, you know that?"
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Ryou's ultimately mild choice of reproach made the thief shake his head, but he didn't refute the accusation. "I knew you'd choose to stay here," he said instead.
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"Even if you didn't want to come back, going home and telling Raine you were going to die doesn't sound like you at all, Bakura-san." Ryou raised his hand, pulling it over the Ring that hid beneath his sweater. "I didn't think everything would change so much when I stayed behind, either..."
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He didn't miss the gesture of Ryou's hand going to the Ring, but he said nothing. Like it had been to the teen, there remained a connection to the thief even when the Item wasn't in his possession. But it was recognizing Ryou as its current owner, which was why it had reverted to him in the Dreaming, and Bakura was of neither mind nor capability to want it back right now. Given the absence of his ghosts, it seemed a more painful reminder than ever.
"The hatchlings no doubt did what they thought was best at the time," he said neutrally. The angry sadness of having lost his own hadn't been blunted by the passage of time.
sorry for the delay orz
Suddenly, just then, Ryou realized something. His eyes widening as he pulled his gaze back up to meet Bakura's. "Wait...if you died. How are you here right now? And what happened to me? Eh, w-wait..." Knitting his brow and pursing his lips, he started to mumble with a hand to his chin. "How does that work...I don't get it...is this a time paradox?"
s'fine!
But he shook his head when Ryou questioned his own state. "You're fine," he replied. "Though you may wake up with a mouthful of dirt. Your friends were nearby to where I left you, so they'll find you easily enough."
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"Ah... Well, I guess I've had worse in my mouth. Like raw oysters...ugh!" He shivered and stuck his tongue out, but then stopped to look dejectedly back at the floor. All joking side, Ryou had once again been left with more questions than answers and no idea where to go next.
"You won't tell me more even if I ask, will you?"
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"Would you like to sit down first? My room's nearby, so we could talk in private..."
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"All right. What room is it?"
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"It's just down the hall," he started to walk, pausing to cast a cautious glance back at the other man. He really didn't want to offer to help him--Ryou knew full well it would be rejected--but if Bakura looked like he couldn't make it he was going to get help anyway.
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"It's oddly generous of the djadjut to host everyone here," he said thoughtfully, after a moment. "I wonder what he's getting out of it."
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Ryou stood, fidgeting slightly as he spoke and used this tangent to stall. He needed to get his thoughts together. Out of all those scenarios he teased in his head over the past two weeks, this didn't come remotely close.
"Would you like a seat?"