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tushanshu_logs2014-04-03 08:15 pm
denyamenti) wrote in tushanshu_logs2014-04-03 08:15 pm
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[OPEN] Catch his last thoughts...
Characters: Bakura & open~
Date: April catch-all log
Location: Various around Keeliai.
Situation: Mostly fallout from Bianca revealing his identity and dealing with that.
A. KEELIAI - DAYTIME;
After weighing the options in light of Bianca's announcement, Bakura had decided that for the time being, the best and most pragmatic route for him to take was to maintain Ryou's persona as long as there were people who seemed inclined to believe his facade. So he purposely didn't delineate from his routine, leaving his suite at the same time as he normally did, visiting the same shops during his errands. There were only two differences, neither of them immediately visible: first, concealed in his belt was a switchblade and second, he'd purposely left his deck in its case hidden in his suite. On the not-unlikely chance that someone might come after him out in the open, he would not risk the fragile cards being stolen or damaged in a place where replacing them seemed impossible. The Ring was tucked against skin beneath his shirt, the Bakura also stuck to high-traffic areas in which to make his daily routines, though frankly he was doubtful that would have as much impact around here as it might in a regular setting.
B. FIRE SECTOR - LATER IN THE WEEK;
Eventually however, the persona of his host simply becomes impractical to maintain because it isn't believed and so the thief, pragmatic as always, sheds it as a snake frees itself from old skin. So for those who might be used to seeing "Ryou" around the city, he appears as a far cry from the soft-eyed teen who speaks over the network. It's an entire shift of posture, now confident and even aggressive, the very way he carries himself while strolling around the Fire Sector. When he speaks, it's almost as though it's a different voice entirely; the vocal cords are the same but the accent, the phrasing, the inflection... all changed.
C. KEELIAI - FISH MARKET, WATER SECTOR;
As sea life provided the main source of food for the citizens of Tu Vishan, there was a never ending stream of kirin-drawn carts that trekked out to the shell's edge and back again, carrying barrels of fish and other marine creatures to be processed and sold across the city. This had led to a fairly sizable outdoor fish market in the southern part of the Water Sector, under tents and awnings for shade with many merchants and workers bustling about. The air was filled with rapid-fire numbers called as buyers bargained and haggled for what they wanted and the scent of salt and smoke where the meat was cured. It's a tight packed bustle that's ideal for going unnoticed and that in part was what drew Bakura there, in addition to not being so different from markets he remembered.
What he hadn't expected was to have gotten a job while he was there. It had been an offhand but dryly scathing comment as he'd passed by a stall owner trying to mend a net and doing it all wrong-- which Bakura hadn't hesitated to tell him. The result was an indignant well, you do it then if you're so clever followed by a begrudging concession when the offending hole was fixed in under a minute. The thief had done it more because he liked showing people up but the kedan had then followed it with an offer: he had crates and crates of stored nets, mostly in disrepair and if Bakura would work on them, he'd be paid per net. Given that he was most assuredly unemployed from Korra's dojo, it had been worth consideration. The offered wage quoted was quite low: only one juulan for every three nets, especially in comparison to the lavish wage of five juulan an hour that Korra had bestowed him for cleaning the dojo. But the pace was one he could set for himself and the kedan didn't seem to care that he was currently something of a pariah among the Foreigners, so he accepted.
So a few afternoons a week he finds himself sitting atop the dozens of crates stacked beside the main stall, tying and knotting fresh cord through the holes in the nets, seemingly content to be left alone by the shopkeeper and watch the busy crowds streaming back and forth through the tightly packed market.
Date: April catch-all log
Location: Various around Keeliai.
Situation: Mostly fallout from Bianca revealing his identity and dealing with that.
A. KEELIAI - DAYTIME;
After weighing the options in light of Bianca's announcement, Bakura had decided that for the time being, the best and most pragmatic route for him to take was to maintain Ryou's persona as long as there were people who seemed inclined to believe his facade. So he purposely didn't delineate from his routine, leaving his suite at the same time as he normally did, visiting the same shops during his errands. There were only two differences, neither of them immediately visible: first, concealed in his belt was a switchblade and second, he'd purposely left his deck in its case hidden in his suite. On the not-unlikely chance that someone might come after him out in the open, he would not risk the fragile cards being stolen or damaged in a place where replacing them seemed impossible. The Ring was tucked against skin beneath his shirt, the Bakura also stuck to high-traffic areas in which to make his daily routines, though frankly he was doubtful that would have as much impact around here as it might in a regular setting.
B. FIRE SECTOR - LATER IN THE WEEK;
Eventually however, the persona of his host simply becomes impractical to maintain because it isn't believed and so the thief, pragmatic as always, sheds it as a snake frees itself from old skin. So for those who might be used to seeing "Ryou" around the city, he appears as a far cry from the soft-eyed teen who speaks over the network. It's an entire shift of posture, now confident and even aggressive, the very way he carries himself while strolling around the Fire Sector. When he speaks, it's almost as though it's a different voice entirely; the vocal cords are the same but the accent, the phrasing, the inflection... all changed.
C. KEELIAI - FISH MARKET, WATER SECTOR;
As sea life provided the main source of food for the citizens of Tu Vishan, there was a never ending stream of kirin-drawn carts that trekked out to the shell's edge and back again, carrying barrels of fish and other marine creatures to be processed and sold across the city. This had led to a fairly sizable outdoor fish market in the southern part of the Water Sector, under tents and awnings for shade with many merchants and workers bustling about. The air was filled with rapid-fire numbers called as buyers bargained and haggled for what they wanted and the scent of salt and smoke where the meat was cured. It's a tight packed bustle that's ideal for going unnoticed and that in part was what drew Bakura there, in addition to not being so different from markets he remembered.
What he hadn't expected was to have gotten a job while he was there. It had been an offhand but dryly scathing comment as he'd passed by a stall owner trying to mend a net and doing it all wrong-- which Bakura hadn't hesitated to tell him. The result was an indignant well, you do it then if you're so clever followed by a begrudging concession when the offending hole was fixed in under a minute. The thief had done it more because he liked showing people up but the kedan had then followed it with an offer: he had crates and crates of stored nets, mostly in disrepair and if Bakura would work on them, he'd be paid per net. Given that he was most assuredly unemployed from Korra's dojo, it had been worth consideration. The offered wage quoted was quite low: only one juulan for every three nets, especially in comparison to the lavish wage of five juulan an hour that Korra had bestowed him for cleaning the dojo. But the pace was one he could set for himself and the kedan didn't seem to care that he was currently something of a pariah among the Foreigners, so he accepted.
So a few afternoons a week he finds himself sitting atop the dozens of crates stacked beside the main stall, tying and knotting fresh cord through the holes in the nets, seemingly content to be left alone by the shopkeeper and watch the busy crowds streaming back and forth through the tightly packed market.
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With his grip on Bakura's hair still tight, Hawke swings him around to smash his face against the wall.
"I think we should talk," Hawke says rather cheerfully before driving a fist into Bakura's side.
"Actually, I'll talk while you just kind of roll around in pain."
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"You can talk all you want," he laughed, tasting blood on his tongue. "Go ahead and prove your indignation with your fists, sefet."
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"If you insist," he responds casually. His hand grips Bakura's shoulder to yank him away from the wall. In a single fluid motion, Hawke spins and drives his foot towards Bakura's groin.
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The kick connects and Hawke's leg goes out. Quickly he drops to a knee and rolls away. He rises to his feet swiftly, ignoring the pain, and moves in a flurry of motion. Hawke darts right then left before feinting with another jab, following it with a solid blow towards Bakura's stomach.
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"I hope you haven't sequestered your pup all this time," he coughed as he tried to regain his breath, calling attention to Notch's absence. "Such a shame if your fear kept him on too short a leash now."
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Hawke's foot snaps out like a striking snake towards Bakura's chest to hopefully stun him and knock him onto his back. There are questions he wants answered.
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The threat of mind control spurs him to take things more seriously than he does now. Hawke doesn't offer threats, just violence. He whirls around as Bakura lunges past him, drawing his throwing knife and launching it at his opponent's shoulder with a quick flick of his wrist. An instant later he takes a quick step forward, taking an axe in hand as he does so and swings the blunt end at Bakura's head like a club.
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"Meretseger's fangs you damned oaf, I'm not a fish in a net!"
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"Now, we're finally going to have that conversation and if you keep putting up a fuss I'm going to start using the pointy end of my axe."
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"And what conversation do you think I'm going to indulge?"
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"The kind where you answer my questions and I don't end up stabbing you." To make his point clear he pushes his axe a little further into Bakrua's back. "That wolf, you're the one who brought it here aren't you?"
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He did laugh at the question, despite still being trapped against the wall. Either he didn't think Hawke would carry out his threat or he just didn't give a damn if he did. "Of course," he replied. "And the little fish girl who put people into that unwaking sleep. What's your point?"
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He wants to know what would drive someone as young as this to commit such acts. Bakura barely looks any older than Hawke's younger brother, when he was still alive anyway.
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"To get me the information I wanted," he answered. "And I got it."
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Come on Bakura, monologue for him and make his job easier.
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"No, not yet." Suddenly he grips the back of Bakura's head with his now free hand and viciously smashes his face against the wall once, twice, and then a third time. Hopefully it's enough to knock him out cold.
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"Nghhh..." He struggled to free Hawke's hands from his hair before slumping against the wall, unconscious.
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Reaching down he pulls the knife from Bakura's shoulder, taking a moment to clean it on his pants. After giving the teenager a quick pat down Hawke confiscates the knife, adding it to his belt, before tossing Bakura over his shoulder. Hawke will drop him off at the hospital but what happens after that happens.