I feel something bad.
Who: Uchiha Sasuke, Bakura Ryou, and Mutou Yuugi
When: May 17th
Where: The library.
What: Sasuke does some meditating and senses something unpleasant coming from Bakura. Yuugi intervenes.
Rating: PG, perhaps?
The blond idiot had been practicing in the room next door again. This was particularly irritating today for two reasons. One, Sasuke was already on edge thanks to his increasingly disconcerting awareness of his own limited abilities on the island. Two, if he wanted to discern whether or not there was a problem with him specifically then he'd need to examine his own chakra flow and judge it accordingly. This was something that required intense focus if it was to be accomplished on the level he was aiming for.
Hearing "toryahh!" and "take that!" and "Kage Bunshin no Jutsu!" every few seconds was making this particular environment... well, not as conducive to intense focusing as he would've liked. So Sasuke left his dorm room altogether, choosing not to bother with asking the dobe to shut up because that had never worked in the past. With a brief glance outside ruling out the option of sitting out in the terrible weather, he decided to make his way to the library. After all, libraries were supposed to be quiet.
He'd managed a good five minutes or so of deep meditation before the itching began, the strange sensation in the back of his mind that something was wrong. It was... some sort of dark energy. Nothing like what he'd sensed before, at least not here. In some ways it reminded him of Orochimaru, though there was more suffering than bloodlust this time. Sasuke shook himself free of that trance with a small amount of trouble, reaching up to rub the curse seal. What the hell? Now he actually made a concentrated effort to seek out the source of that feeling, standing from the window seat he'd been resting on.
It was like it was coming from...
"Bakura."
When: May 17th
Where: The library.
What: Sasuke does some meditating and senses something unpleasant coming from Bakura. Yuugi intervenes.
Rating: PG, perhaps?
The blond idiot had been practicing in the room next door again. This was particularly irritating today for two reasons. One, Sasuke was already on edge thanks to his increasingly disconcerting awareness of his own limited abilities on the island. Two, if he wanted to discern whether or not there was a problem with him specifically then he'd need to examine his own chakra flow and judge it accordingly. This was something that required intense focus if it was to be accomplished on the level he was aiming for.
Hearing "toryahh!" and "take that!" and "Kage Bunshin no Jutsu!" every few seconds was making this particular environment... well, not as conducive to intense focusing as he would've liked. So Sasuke left his dorm room altogether, choosing not to bother with asking the dobe to shut up because that had never worked in the past. With a brief glance outside ruling out the option of sitting out in the terrible weather, he decided to make his way to the library. After all, libraries were supposed to be quiet.
He'd managed a good five minutes or so of deep meditation before the itching began, the strange sensation in the back of his mind that something was wrong. It was... some sort of dark energy. Nothing like what he'd sensed before, at least not here. In some ways it reminded him of Orochimaru, though there was more suffering than bloodlust this time. Sasuke shook himself free of that trance with a small amount of trouble, reaching up to rub the curse seal. What the hell? Now he actually made a concentrated effort to seek out the source of that feeling, standing from the window seat he'd been resting on.
It was like it was coming from...
"Bakura."