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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!))
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For the moment, however, she found herself needing to take her own advice with regards to Solomon, trying to offer some kind of comfort despite having no real idea how to fix the problem before her. "I'll help you, and him, however is in my power, but -- especially because he is your friend -- if you have broken something in him then you are the one who needs to set that right." Raine sighed a little then, and leaned to press a gentle kiss against his temple, wishing she had some better reassurance to give. "He's alive. That's the first battle won. The rest will follow, if we can give him reason to stay that way. And we must find some way, as the other option is unacceptable."
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"I don't think that's going to be enough for him," Solomon said quietly, remembering how willing Bakura had been to sacrifice in their first duel, in the khajbit, and every other time after. "Life alone has never meant much to Bakura. He can't even see the possibility of a chance of something more. Even now the only thing he has any reason for which to live is his kinsmen."
But how to make him realise that the life he led could be his own ... Solomon wasn't sure how to do that.
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"He's carried that weight a very long time," Raine agreed, focus back on Bakura's slumbering form. "At least his kinsmen are a reason to begin with. It would be hard, to learn to live for yourself rather than vengeance -- justice -- after so long." This was not personal experience talking, per se, but certain parallels were becoming harder and harder to ignore. "...he reminds me of someone," she added after a moment, low, half to herself. "I wish he didn't."
Then she shook herself, shoving off that thought. "Difficult, but not impossible. I'll have to talk to him." Making concrete plans based on secondhand information wasn't going to help much. Soon, if not already, they would be going in circles. She had a few ideas, but would need Bakura awake and responsive before she could determine which direction to come at it from.
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Still, for all that Solomon was fumbling, he felt a little steadier knowing that Raine would be helping as well. "Thank you," he said after a moment, and then rose to stretch. "I think I need some air, and I should go down to the market, if you're able to stay with him right away."
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"Yes, I can stay here. It's no trouble." Raine gave him space to move around her, if needed, and shortly after settled down in the chair he'd just vacated. She had nowhere immediately pressing to be, in any case. "Go on-- take the time you need to." Even without precise knowledge of what he and Bakura had talked about, she could be fairly sure the time to clear his head would be useful.
And if Bakura woke, she'd deal with the problem then, rather than worry about it now.
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He pulled on his coat and glanced back, and meant to say something but had no idea what; and so in the end he only inclined his head toward Raine and then turned and left the room.