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Snagged from Una-dono. (Includes Bakura AND Mariku...)
Kanone Hilbert (Spiral)
Mariku (Yu-Gi-Oh)
Bakura (Yu-Gi-Oh)
1. How old are you?
K: *laughs* What an odd question. All the blade children are the same age, after all...
M: *frowns and counts on his fingers* Nyaaa...I turn nine this year.
B: *narrows eyes and crosses his arms* Five thousand years old.
2.Height
K: Oh dear. I don't quite remember... *begins trying to measure himself against the other two*
M: *doesn't seem to notice Kanone* Slightly taller than Malik.
B: *waves away Kanone irriatbly* One hundred and eighty-three centimeters. *glowers*
3.You got any bad habits?
K: Some would say I'm a mite violent. Oh, and I just think kitties are adorable. *beams*
M: *shrugs, meaning "yes"*
B: *his lip curls* Certainly that depends on the definition of habit. Vengeance is something worthwhile by most means.
4. You a virgin?
K: *blinks* Oh dear. Affection between two boys is unnatural, don't you think? I know I'm good conversation, and rather adorable, but really now...
M: *just grins eerily*
B: *scowls at the other two* I find that to be a rather personal question, one which I don't feel inclined to answer. *coldly*
5. Who's your mate?
K: Mate? Friends? Oh I have many friends! You're one of them, aren't you? *laughs*
M: *leers* Malik. Malik likes to mate. (Bakura: That wasn't what he MEANT.)
B: *scowling at Mariku's idiocy* Shadows gather where they will.
6. Have any babies?
K: *blink* I'm rather young...
M: Babies? *blinks and looks curiously at the other two*
B: *ignores them both* No.
7. Favourite food?
K: I like pastries. *beams*
M: Malik. (Bakura: That's not what he meant! Kanone: *laughs nervously*)
B: *doesn't aswer for a long time, then finally, with an air of admitting something* ...eel rolls.
8. Favourite ice cream flavor?
K: It's not about the ice-cream you see, it's all about the toppings.
M: *doesn't seem to find a way to include Malik in this but looks at Kanone* I like toppings... *seems confused*
B: I never eat the bloody things. They're all disgustingly sweet. (Kanone: 'scuse me, but itsn't that the point?)
9. Killed anyone?
K: *his smile freezes* Why...what makes you ask that? *he pauses* Hm...no fooling you, is there? *pulls out his modified airgun on the interviewer* Shall we continue the list with you? *smiles peacefully* (Mariku: ? Bakura: Don't be so hasty. *scowl*)
M: *scratches his head after it seems like Kanone isn't going ot shoot anyone* No. Not yet.
B: *brittle smile* And what gave you the notion that I was alive?
10. Hate anyone?
K: *finally lowers his gun* You don't have to hate to want to kill someone. Poor Ryoku-chan never really has understood that, has she? (Mariku: Huh?)
M: *he scratches his head and narrows his eyes* I am pure hatred. (Kanone: Oh really? *laughs* Bakura: You beleive that's a bloody joke? *annoyed*)
B: *glares at the interviewer* I shall not rest until I see him devoured. *nasty smile* I should think it fairly obvious.
11. Any secrets?
K: Doesn't everyone have secrets? *scratches his chin with the gun and looks thoughtful*
M: *looks dubiously at Kanone* ...Don't think so...
B: *smirks and doesn't answer*
12. Love anyone?
K: *frowns* ...Does a cursed child have the right to love anything?
M: *face stretches in a grin* Malik. (Kanone: Who?)
B: *narrows his eyes* No. Thankfully. I have little time, or capacity for weaknesses. (Kanone: *laughs* Well aren't you refreshingly blunt!)
13. TACOS?!
K: Come again? *blinks and looks to the other two*
M: ...yes?
B: *scowls at the ground* Can we get on with this?
14. Ever slept all day?
K: Goodness, that sounds peaceful. I don't think that's for me, though.
M: *leers* The better to stay up all night...
B: *scowls at Mariku* I need little sleep. Why waste so much time?
15. Favorite show?
K: You know, they used to have this adorable little special on Animal planet all about kitties... Sweet little things... *sighs*
M: Show? *scratches his head and thinks before replying* Malik. (Kanone: He keeps saying that. What's a Malik? Bakura: *glowers* His feckless fool of a boyfriend. Kanone: Oh? Well I suppose that explains some of this...) *cuts them off accidentally* I like wrestling too. *he actually giggles* (Bakura: ...)
B: A show is an ephemeral thing. Texts, however, last thousands of years. One of the wastes of the modern age, if you ask me... *scowls*
16. Favorite movie?
K: When was the last time I saw a...Oh! I recall watching "Aristocats" with eyes when we were young. He liked the musical parts, and I just loved all the adorable cats... *muses*
M: *frowns and looks confused, as though this is a trick question* Movie...? *ponders* Hmm...
B: *coughs to quiet Mariku* I see very few movies. Those I find passable are fewer.
17. Favorite band?
K: *doesn't answer for a while* I'm sorry, but quite frankly, the sound of a piano just turns my stomach. (Bakura: He said nothing about pianos...)
M: Malik likes Nightwish. I like whatever he likes.
B: *scowls* Unlike some, I have an appreciation for symphonies... Kings in all their splendor never had such shows.
18. Eye colour?
K: Why they're rather gold, don't you see? *points to his eye and smiles* Not many people with these.
M: *shrugs* Purple.
B: *scowls* Well obviously they're brown. I doubt they're in any hurry to change, either. (Mariku: Sort of scabby brown if you look at them... Kanone: let me see? Oh yes. Scabby indeed... Bakura: *annoyed* Will you two just leave me be?!)
19. Skin?
K: Oh? Are you offering me yours? *laughs* Really, I have quite enough of my own and it's still in fine condition...
M: *looks bewildered at Kanone's comment* I have...skin. *seems to think* I got it from Malik. (Kanone: *laughs* He's rather unusually dependant on this Malik, isn't he? Bakura: You don't know the half of it... *mutters*)
B: *a vein pulses in his forehead* As you can see, I'm rather pale. (Mariku: Like some maggot under a rock, really. Kanone: Oh don't pay him any mind, Eyes is paler than you...though you seem to have a bit of a resemblence...)
20. Shoe size?
K: *scratches his head and checks* Why, I seem to have a size seven here. I didn't realize my feet were so small...
M: *doesn't even look like he knows how to check* I don't...know...Malik usually takes care of it. I'm the same as him.
B: *with a rather long-suffering air* Size ten, american. Now what is the point, pray tell?
21. Fat/Average/Slim?
K: Why I keep in wonderful shape, you know. Most hunters do. *smiles*
M: *shrugs* I don't know I'm...here...
Bakura: I eat little if that's what you're getting at. *glowers* Though not for lack of attempts on the part of my former host.
22. Rain, Sunshine?
K: You ever see a kittie in the rain? Poor things... Good sunshine.
M: *shudders* Rain is...unnatural
B: *scoffs* I don't care what teh weather is as long as it's a reasonable temperature. (Mariku: *nods* Desert. Kanone: *laughs a little* That might be a bit warm for me...)
23. Pool, Beach?
K: Oh dear, I haven't been to either in so long... *he lies with a smile* I've never been much for water, really.
M: *his grin is disturbing* Malik said when he gets back we'll go to the beach... (Bakura: *groans* Oh gods preserve us...)
B: I also am not one for water, but the sea is better between the two.
24. Camping, stay home?
K: *laughs* Oh I move around quite a bit. I doubt I'd have time for either, really.
M: *shrugs* Is Malik coming? I've had enough of staying home.
B: *scowls* Define a home.
25. Dog, Cat?
K: *looks surprised* Why a kitty of course. You don't honestly think I'd like some mutt, would you?
M: *blinks* I like both. Any animals, really. Jackels are nice. Feed them ham when Isis isn't looking... *he seems lost in thought* (Kanone: Did he just say 'jackels'?)
B: *narrows his eyes* I don't like either of them. I've never been one for domestication of useless creatures.
26. Believe in aliens?
K: Why? *he blinks* Truth is enough to deal with.
M: *looks back curiously* Aliens?
B: *crosses his arms impatiently* I have no time to discuss politics. Are you through?
27. Last time you went potty?
K: Goodness! Do you really need to know? *seems surprised*
M: *scratches head* This morning.
B: *scowls* I grow tired of pointless questions...
28. Natural born, or clone?
K: *suddenly gets a very dangerous look on his face and raises the gun again* I am one of the blade children. The cursed children. Certainly you know by now that we aren't natural.
M: *shrugs* I'm made from Malik. (Kanone: *distracted* Hm? *lowers the gun and looks at Bakura* He's...not too bright, is he? Bakura: ...)
B: What makes you think anything I am is a natural occurance? Natural humans don't live five thousand years. (Kanone: Oh so you were serious about that... Mariku: *nods* Yeah.)
29. Teeth?
K: Something wrong with them? *rubs at them to dislodge any food there might be*
M: *seems to think they might need to be displayed and makes a very strange face obviously trying to do so*
B: *annoyed* Clearly.
30. Car or ship?
K: Automobiles.
M: *shrugs* Malik likes ships. I don't really care.
B: *looks faintly queasy and finally mutters* As long as it's not in the air... *he grimaces* I dislike travel on anything inorganic...
31. Ever destroyed something out of blind rage?
K: *eyes narrow* I am quite sane. if I were not, Little Narumi would be dead, wouldn't he? I have limits. I don't kill ordinary people. I hunt the cursed blade children.
M: *looks down* ...almost...
B: *glances at Kanone with a grudging nod* Vengeance is a perfectly measured action. Blind rage leads to mistakes.
32. Any unusual things about you?
K: *laughs* Only the usual.
M: *thinks a moment then points at the eye on his forehead* I'm not human. (Bakura: Oh yes you are, you bloody fragment!)
B: *glares* What deluded you to even consider me usual?
33. How much food/drink do you need a day?
K: *blinks* I bet it's average. Oh, but I need extra dried fish just in case I find any kitties. (Bakura: Dried fish?)
M: *shrugs* I don't know. I don't really think about it.
B: *exasperated* When you live thousands of years without sleep or sustenance, it becomes a nuisance to rely on. I need very little food, though lately I've been consuming large amounts of tea, that is by no means a record of reliance on such.
34. Favorite place?
K: *scratches his head* I really haven't thought of that...
M: Where Malik is. (Kanone: *laughs again* You really are a clingy sort, aren't you?)
B: *scowls* Libraries. Or tombs. Same idea really.
35. This was a weird as hell and random thing, wasn't it?
K: Oh yes. *laughs brightly*
M: *shrugs and walks off*
B: *scowls* Yes. Yes it was. No point, then?Current Mood:  exanimate |
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Feb. 7th, 2008 @ 06:40 pm
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(some time later but the same day as the last entry) I looked everywhere for him, but there was no sign of him. I even tried tracking him, but he must be masking himself...or...perhaps something else is masking him... *Marik tries to think of how to express what's in his mind* It will do me no good to worry for him. If he comes home harmed at this point it's his fault for going without me, and now, this time hiding himself from me *stops halfway through the sentance and deletes it because he knows he doesn't really think that*
I noticed a few who looked like my hikari, but none of them had his soul. One even tried to approach me, but it wasn't him. I walked away. (It used the wrong name, anyway.) When he comes back, I'm tying him to the bed and never letting him leave again *He deletes that too, thinking Malik might find out and never come back if he says something like that*
I suppose...he'll come back when he wants to. Isis and Rishid will wait for him. I think its time I met Malik's friend Pegasus, and his lover. (((OOC: The Malik look-alikes: Changelings? Your choice. If so, then Marik isn't fooled because he has that weird bond with Malik (He's always been "more strongly tied" to Malik than the other Yami and Hikari pairs. I've said as much throughout. Part of him is still Malik's soul and vice-versa. It's like an overlap. He can tell who the real Malik is because he can feel the "overlap" for lack of better word. Don't give me trouble about it--he tracked down Malik's soul from another country in the Pele arc: he's bound to know who he is here.) As for the "wrong name" it could be an innocent stranger or a malevolent changeling calling him "Marik" instead of "Mariku"--Marik would type the same thing either way. He doesn't care about the changelings--he cares about what's going on with Malik. That's always first priority in his head, and especially now. He's not looking for Malik because of the changelings. He's looking for him because he's worried Malik's out cruising for men. (Poor hurt, paranoid, and overprotective Yami Marik...) As for the bit where he refers to Samm as Pegasus' "lover". He...er...actually doesn't realize Samm's a girl. *snicker* Well...he thinks Kaiba and Alister got married and had a baby in the literal sense (since he knows Miruko's thier "son")...and...he's gay... Alright! Alright! He's not exactly the most perceptive individual in the world, okay? His "sex ed class" was pretty much comprised of watching from inside Malik's head while Malik went wildly immoral upon leaving the tombkeepers underground stuff, and his personal penchant for yaoi manga! More or less, as far as Marik knows, girls are guys with boobs and gentler voices. Amelda's condom-talk to Malik once upon a time only further established this thought in Marik's head. (Since he's pieced together enough from the word "contraceptive" to know condoms are supposed to stop babies.) Sad, isn't it? But...still, it's quite funny, and sure to be interesting when he gets to the hotel and starts talking to them both, to say the least. *snicker* Samm's name hasn't helped Marik any. And Amelda's a rather pretty man, so he actually thinks Samm's a strikingly pretty, slender-built man with long brown hair. He's never met her face to face as far as I know. And really, with Pegasus being Pegasus, as far as Marik's concerned, the chances of him being straight are slim to none. (Ha ha. *brick'd*) *staggers back up with a black eye*...Hey! Marik's only about eight in real-time years! Give him a break! (I know, I know. That's one perverted adult-bodied eight-year-old, but really, that's how old his "mind" is. Things are a lot more black-and-white to Marik than to most adults because he's still got a sort of childish mentality and/or childish rationale.) But yes, Frodo-chan, you were entirely right to have a bad feeling about this. *cackles wildly* But I thank you for the invitation. I clearly accept. *evil smile and a bow*))) Current Mood:  anxious Current Music: Lacuna Coil--Senzafine |
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Jan. 25th, 2008 @ 07:17 pm
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(Note: Entry occurs at the same time as Malik's out wandering in a burkha with Baku. Just to bring you up to speed.)
I looked in his room. He isn't there.
I suppose...he feels better now. I cannot express the same.
...If he's with someone right now...
*eyes blaze with anger* If he dares show his face to me and he's covered in the scent of another man, I'll
*stops typing and sighs, but begins again without remembering to delete*
...I will not be left behind this time.
I will find him, and if he's found another
*stops again and thinks for a moment*
I promised not to hurt him. I can do whatever I please to the one he's with.
(((OOC: If you think you know what I'm doing, you're still wrong so far, just to warn you. *smile* You really think I'd take the easy way out? How long have you all known me?
...Off that run, I like having Marik stop and start his thoughts like this. *grin* Typing takes more of his concentration than you expect. He's getting sloppy. He's distracted. Poor dear. )))
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Dec. 16th, 2007 @ 02:07 pm
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((((OOC: Am I the only one who has "El Tango De Roxanne" playing in my head? *snicker* It's totally not Marik's taste in music, unfortunately. Oh drama.
Erm...yes...Usually I put this at the end, but I needed to be sure people saw this.
Nyami-chan, need I take precaution in reminding you that Malik's current state makes him extremely unlikely to see this?
Hm. *smile* Personally, I'd prefer to withhold even THIS from you just in case it might give "Malik" a warning he shouldn't have...but I'm being nicer than usual when it comes to this sort of thing, and I'm resisting my usual urges to look back on this and say "oh crap, this doesn't sound like Marik, and why's he TYPING all this?" *giggle* I am trying to throw you people a bone, though. Forgive my sadistic character-purity issues, please, Nyami-chan. You know me...I'll make it all worthwhile in the end.
Ah. To anyone who cares, I don't do "content filters" because they're a pain, but Marik DOES use some rather strong language I don't advocate at all. *beams cheerfully*
Not one jot or tiddle.
Fox-sama. Despite the fact Marik asks "you" not to read the thing, he still has about 50% chance of you replying anyway, at least. Isn't he just pitiful? Doesn't it just make your inner Zigfried want to run over and help him with a rose-colored hankie? *grin* Well rejoice. I officially permit you. It was a character IC moment as well as a deliberate act on my part that makes Marik unable to "block entries" and thus allows you to comment back if you can muster enough justfied!concern as Ziggy. Just so you know.
As a final note: For a person who never saw 300, it's rediculously hard for me to resist the urge to retort in my head every time Marik says "This is madness" to blast back a shout of "No...this is...ANGST!FICTION! BWAHAHAHA-NYAAA!"
...Teh awkward...)))
I don't...know if any of this makes sense. I don't know much about how to go about this. If I knew how to fix this like other people do where someone can't read something, then...well...I still wouldn't know what to do. Zigfried. Please don't read this. It's...to you...somehow...but don't read it? Does that make sense? Nothing makes sense to me anymore. I can't tell. I feel as though I've gone mad. Beyond mad--most would consider me a fringe case as it is... I'd still prefer you didn't...see this. I honestly don't know what makes sense anymore. I don't know what I say to you and what I want to say to Malik anymore... So...it took your form. The thing which...hurt Malik was shaped as you were. As you are I should say. Yugi told me this. He didn't want to tell me, of course, ever polite. How does a person tell another person their lover was nearly raped by a...a thing in the guise of a man he claimed is a "brother" to him? There isn't a way to say it without having it all turn...mad. And...wrong... (What of Rishid? His other "brother"? How can I know anymore?!) Not only wasn't I there to save him, but...unwanted thoughts will not leave me. Even at the sight of him lying there. Normally I would comfort him, desire him, but now... Sickness is the way to describe it. I still feel wretched in body, and now I feel wretched in every other way. I'd say I'd feel more cheerful had I just been sent to the shadow realm than I feel hearing all...this. Was he resisting? I demanded that of little Yugi. I had to know. I felt sure, felt confident Malik, who I know so intimately inside and out would be fighting in every way possible. Even harmed, he would have anger enough to save himself. I felt this... He fought against me after all, and so often. Tearing his body from him, throwing him to the shadow realm did nothing to stop him. Answer me already, little Yugi...Was he resisting? Ultimately, an answer must be given... And ultimately...an answer comes. No. Crying perhaps...but...not resisting. That's the...gist of what little Yugi finally told me. Ah. It's not something that can easily be expressed. It makes sense...somehow...even to me. The thing wanted something from him...but why use...? Is it because you are pretty, Zigfried? If it wanted him, it thought to take a pretty man for its tool? But...he would have given in if it had taken my form...wouldn't he? Would he? Is there...another reason it took your form and not mine when seeking to plunder him? And he...not resisting...crying, but not resisting. (And he so battered the tears could have been from pain, even, and not resistance at all...) I wish I had no such thoughts. I wish I had no such vile and stomach-churning suspicion. If it would make the anger, the sickness in me leave, I would wish myself to have no such ability to think such thoughts, and yet they make far too much sense to me! Of course he would want you: The most beautiful of men. I imagine you've never harmed a person deliberately in all your life. Your kindness even extended to me, and gods the only good things in me, outsides and otherwise, come from Malik. No doubt all those around you love you. I'd never expect such a person to understand what you've done to me if my...suspicions are true. (Oh gods...) I have nothing. If I cannot have even Malik... *grits his teeth* He To say I am angry...would be an understatement. I doubt there is a word for betrayal of this sort...If it is so. Ah yes...if. I should remain calm enough to understand there is a chance...that he feels no such thing. Perhaps I'm wrong... But the longer my thoughts linger, the more loathesome they grow, and that chance seems to grow smaller and smaller still... If only I could hate you instead of feel this rage towards him, Zigfried. I would be safe then...He would be under no risk of harm from me! But no...you've done nothing to him. It wasn't truly you who did this to him after all. No good would come of me harming you for his...unfaithfulness of heart. (Gods it shouldn't hurt to even think about it...) *Marik hisses at himself and mutters the words "No...no...NO. That's wrong. It's all wrong!"* Perhaps...I'm being foolish. Perhaps it's not too late. Perhaps...he still has...some feelings for me. Could I win him back, perhaps? I did it once...and...it reassured me when I felt sickness against him before. Could it work a third time? Could I...? Ugh. Against Zigfried? Against...some force that harms him when I cannot reach? (So you see now why it is so difficult for me to address you, Zigfried? You are a creature I cannot fight against!) *Growls again and stares at the millennium rod* Could he be made to love me? I wonder. (...see him fight if I tried that...) You fight me but not some fucking thing that takes forms, Malik? I doubt you could love me if forced, but perhaps I don't care anymore! Perhaps I could take it all, and show gentleness or tenderness no longer! *His hands are shaking in anger as he hisses "With this I could have you on your knees begging forgiveness..." he privately stares at the rod, then suddenly shudders* No...I care. I care too much. Oh gods, this is madness! *Marik swipes out a hand and knocks the millennium rod from the table then buries his aching forehead in his hands and bares his teeth in a grimace, appalled at himself* ...What reason have I to spend the time to write this when I could be at his side? (...Why waste my agony if he doesn't love me any longer, anyway?) Gods... I ...I love you so much I might fucking kill you, don't you know that? ...Why do you do this to me...? *Marik uncomfortably presses the mouse and sends the entry off before he pours out any more, breathing a sigh and muttering to himself, "Oh...you shithead, Mariku... Hikari...what have you done to me?" He laughs without humor, hands still shaking. "I never thought I'd feel this way ever again..." he shuts his eyes tightly, teeth gritted. "If you see...then...perhaps I won't hurt you. Perhaps...you'll get away in time..."* love you Malik, you stupid bitch. What haven't I done for you? should have known he was fucking a raging pit of jealousy to begin with. He should know what I might do to him for this...Current Mood:  angry, betrayed, sick Current Music: Saliva--always |
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My mark is on fire. It's never done anything of this wort before in all the time I've possessed a body. I thought it might perhaps be too much thought about the shovel-incident with Yugi. making me imagine that my head had been struck...but it's grown steadily worse throughout the day. Malik was gone, but Isis mentioned that I seemed to have a fever. I haven't stood since.
I've been lying in bed much of the day, sleeping, and waking until I'm not quite sure I am even awake now. Isis says I've been awake otherwise, but I don't remember it. Now I hear Isis mention something about a hospital, and the pain seems distant, and I feel all the colder.
Malik.
This must be happening because something has happened to Malik.
I can barely stand. I don't want to see him like this. He could be hurt, dying, his head could be in pain and translate to mine! I know this! I was a fool not to think of the bond I have with him causing this.
My head is heavy, my body too light...
I have to see him...
I will never forgive myself if he isn't alright.
I should have known! I should have known! I...should have stayed with him, in his body! At least them I would have been able to protect him!
Now I am weak...and I fear...Malik may be...
I will never forgive myself if I've failed him.
I should have been at his side sooner.
I fear the worst if I am so weak.
Dec. 10th, 2007 @ 01:36 pm
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Profiles
Mariku General Information:
Full Name: Marik (or “Mariku”) Also goes by “Mariku Ishtar” though not officially a biological member of the Ishtar family
Hair: Malt blond, and perpetually standing on end with flaring, parted bangs
Eyes: Violet and kohl-rimmed
Height: 6’/182.54 cm (Note: if included, his hair gives him an added 2” or approx. 5 cm)
Weight: 150 lbs
Bodily Type: Neither stocky, nor lithe; neither bulky, nor weak. (Also supposedly “well endowed” according to his lover…)
Date of Birth: sometime during 1993, possibly on Malik’s birthday.
Age in RP: imprecisely known, though roughly about eight years in age. He has the body of a young adult, and the sexual desires of an adult, so his true age is hard to pinpoint.
Dec. 10th, 2007 @ 01:29 pm
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I am rather confused at this point...
For some reason my hikari has decided to tell the world I was not hit in the head with a shovel.
My confusion has to do with why little Yugi would hit me in the head with a shovel anyway.
The only conclusion I can come to is that if this had happened it must be either Yugi coming after my hikari in jealousy to attempt to steal him from me (Which is unlikely, but amusing to think of considering where Yugi comes to on my hikari...) or that little Yugi, like little Ryou, thinks that I am somehow uncontent with simply having Malik and either wants to defend himself from me and my attentions, or defend another from my attentions.
...Strange. If I were or could be discontent, I would tell Malik, and he would probably tell others. I wouldn't do something before telling him at the least, and he would have put it up.
Yet...Why would he write that unless...he were trying to say something.
*still confusedly poring over it all*
Why would I be hit with a shovel...?
*blink*
...Does Malik think someone should hit me with a shovel?
*Marik starts looking over his shoudler in paranoia and his hair raises even more*
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I wonder why he'd want me to be hit with a shovel.
*starts trying to think of what he might have done to merit being hit with a shovel* *comes up with something and blinks stupidly*
Hikari...I thought you liked that...
Dec. 5th, 2007 @ 02:44 pm
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Thank you Zigfried.
I waited for about two hours while the Thief ran about the house, then chose to inform him of the exact terms of your assistance.
My mood has improved thanks to you, and the Thief's subsequent expression. (Bakura is rather high strung as of late...)
It will not be long before I see Malik again. Thank you.
Nov. 20th, 2007 @ 03:24 pm
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...So he's in trouble again...
And he couldn't be bothered even to tell me...
*looks down quietly*
I believe I'm ready to go, then.
I cede you the point, Bakura...he does need me.
Nov. 20th, 2007 @ 02:21 pm
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