Blocked to all but Malik Malik, I have an entry entirely devoted to you. Isn't it wonderful? It started off as a simple musing. You should be flattered
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*eyes widen and he clamps a hand over Malik's mouth, looking all around before angrily muttering* Do you WANT the demons to find you? Bloody sperm of Setesh on a biscuit... *mutters to himself under his breath* *hisses* Listen. That sandy head of yours could get us both killed, and I don't fancy seeing the afterlife until I can watch that damned Pharaoh of yours get his soul eaten by the devourer. Either you put on the bloody veil, or I simply walk off and let your precious lover get killed without a word to you out of fairness, or if somethign happens to me because of your blasted mouth, I send your soul to the shadow realm AFTER I tear you to pieces. Your choice. *Shakes him by the face* Understand? *growl*
*eyes widen when Bakura says "and let your precious lover get killed..."; relaxes and falls silent, knowing he doesn't have much choice if refusing means Mariku could be hurt...*
*grabs Bakura's hand and removes it from his mouth* Fine... I'll do it.
*snorts irritably* Bloody well better. *grumbles as he rummages through the pack* It has nothing to do with me, after all. You could treat me like garbage as ever and it wouldn't make a bloody bit of difference. I don't even knwo why I bothered with all this! Too damn soft...wanting to even the game...*mutters past what Malik can hear pulling clothing out in stiff jerks* ...not like there's anything to be done anyway... *gestures angrily with his bundle of cloth* Just put on the bloody burkha, and turn your nancy eyes around! The last thing I need is for you to lose your eyes of something again. *grumbles* Incompetant little attention craving twat...
*whips around (having put on the burkha) and punches Bakura in the cheek- quite lightly; compared to what he could have done* You think I can't hear you? Such appalling insubordination, Baka-ra...
*Bakura stumbles and fall flat on his ass and glowers at Malik, fumes for a second, then take in a breath and replies near-calmly* Your veil seems to be off, allow me to remedy such. *grabs Malik and slams his elbow into Malik's formerly-injured shoulder, and jerks the veil around his throat tight enough so the other man can't scream in pain, or even breathe* Now you listen to me. *growl* I...how should I say...'call the shots' in this little gathering. You give em any more trouble and I'll render you unconscious and then relocate you to our final destination. *glares at the choking Malik* Now then, I'd advise you not to make a noise unless I bloody well tell you to. Think you can handle that? A nod will suffice.
(OOC: you had to see that coming...*groan* he's a jerk and then some...)
*eyes widen and he tries to scream from the pain caused by Bakura's elbow but it comes out as a choked gasp for air; Bakura's hands are around his throat, and therefore, around his gold neckband as well, making its edge cut into his skin; Malik struggles and finally starts to panic* Ba-Bakura! *wheezes* Leggo! Can't.. breathe! You d-don't... want me... d-dead do y-you? L-LET GO!!!
(OOC: Of course I saw that coming. That's why I did it!)
*Bakura raises an eyebrow* Don't tempt me. It would certainly free up vast portions of selfishness from the earth. *Malik's still struggling* *Bakura murmurs in his ear* Whatever gave you the thought I'd kill you so easily? I'm not so thoughtless. I have several scores for which you need pay, and I can't possibly have you dying in such a happy state as this. *Bakura tightens the veil slightly* I also would think you'd know I will not release you until you do as I told you. *smirks* You'd best do it quickly, and for your sake I hope you were even paying attention from the start. it makes no difference to my plans how I get you to our location. it would be easier if you were conscious, but it's hardly necessary after all.
(((OOC: *shakes head bemusedly* You'd think Malik would know all about that whole "nutcracker suite" thing between him and Ryou (so to speak) and wise up...)))
*bites his bottem lip, trying to keep himself from saying anymore, and glares straight into Bakura's eyes, before nodding once, only wanting to breathe*
*Bakura unceremoniously drops Malik to the ground* Hm. Fancy that. *eying the veil and impressively not looking at Malik* You've got this all tangled, haven't you? Just a silly sloppy nance when it all comes down to it... *straightens out the veil and holds it out carelessly to Malik* Now turn around.
*holds back a growl at Bakura's words, feeling patronized, but says nothing, taking the veil and putting it on, but mumbles softly* I hate you. *turns around like he was asked, reminding himself repeatedly that he's only doing this so he won't get killed; trying to keep a hold on his anger*
*Bakura glares at him a moment, then pulls out his own disguise and pulls it over his head* *he rummages throught he pack until he finds what he's looking for* Turn back around. I need you to tell me if I miss a spot. *he gestures a bottle of fake tan*
(OOC: I finally realized PTDC had forgotten I existed, so I was going ot risk coming back on again. I've missed about six months of stuff there. I don't know how I managed to live. And yes. Bakura's trying fake tan. *sweatdrop* I know. I know. Let him have it.)
*eyes widen just a little, not in shock but in amusement, and for once he's thankful for the veil; it keeps Bakura from seeing his grin* Alright, I'll tell you if you miss anything... *manages to hide the amusement in his voice*
*Bakura begins slathering his face* I am as noticeable as you in a crowd if not moreso, and we shall be forced to accomodate crowds to reach our destination. A little caution is in order. You can be a fool of it but I shan't.
(OOC: a note on the muslim veil I'm thinking of? We're not talking Disney's Arabian Nights sthick. A muslim "veil" in the style I'm thinking covers everything. Hair. Face. Neck. Everything. There's a little cloth "grate" for the eyes, sometimes decorated, and that's it. You can barely even see the eyes through it from the outside. In other words.... Malik could be doing more than grinning under there, and Bakura wouldn't be able to tell. I just didn't know if there was a particular term for that variety of veil! Pic link for reference: )
OOC "reference comment"obseletevultureJanuary 25 2008, 20:11:27 UTC
((((Actually THIS was what I was looking for:
Quite covered. It's apparently a "temple veil."
Though wikipedia told me something I didn't know. Islamic men must cover themselves from above the navel to below the knee.
Malik's exceptionally "immodest." How funny.
(There are even prohibitions by some muslims against wearing gold or silk clothing! What a rebel Malik is!)
Anyway, we should carry on. Excuse me for not finding this sooner. I'll take it down later if you'd like... I just found it funny while I was running through looking for a picture.)))
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*hisses* Listen. That sandy head of yours could get us both killed, and I don't fancy seeing the afterlife until I can watch that damned Pharaoh of yours get his soul eaten by the devourer. Either you put on the bloody veil, or I simply walk off and let your precious lover get killed without a word to you out of fairness, or if somethign happens to me because of your blasted mouth, I send your soul to the shadow realm AFTER I tear you to pieces. Your choice. *Shakes him by the face*
Understand? *growl*
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*grabs Bakura's hand and removes it from his mouth* Fine... I'll do it.
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Just put on the bloody burkha, and turn your nancy eyes around! The last thing I need is for you to lose your eyes of something again.
*grumbles* Incompetant little attention craving twat...
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Now you listen to me. *growl* I...how should I say...'call the shots' in this little gathering. You give em any more trouble and I'll render you unconscious and then relocate you to our final destination. *glares at the choking Malik* Now then, I'd advise you not to make a noise unless I bloody well tell you to. Think you can handle that? A nod will suffice.
(OOC: you had to see that coming...*groan* he's a jerk and then some...)
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(OOC: Of course I saw that coming. That's why I did it!)
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*Bakura tightens the veil slightly* I also would think you'd know I will not release you until you do as I told you. *smirks* You'd best do it quickly, and for your sake I hope you were even paying attention from the start. it makes no difference to my plans how I get you to our location. it would be easier if you were conscious, but it's hardly necessary after all.
(((OOC: *shakes head bemusedly* You'd think Malik would know all about that whole "nutcracker suite" thing between him and Ryou (so to speak) and wise up...)))
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(OOC: I finally realized PTDC had forgotten I existed, so I was going ot risk coming back on again. I've missed about six months of stuff there. I don't know how I managed to live.
And yes. Bakura's trying fake tan. *sweatdrop* I know. I know. Let him have it.)
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(OOC: a note on the muslim veil I'm thinking of? We're not talking Disney's Arabian Nights sthick. A muslim "veil" in the style I'm thinking covers everything. Hair. Face. Neck. Everything. There's a little cloth "grate" for the eyes, sometimes decorated, and that's it. You can barely even see the eyes through it from the outside. In other words.... Malik could be doing more than grinning under there, and Bakura wouldn't be able to tell. I just didn't know if there was a particular term for that variety of veil!
Pic link for reference: )
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Quite covered. It's apparently a "temple veil."
Though wikipedia told me something I didn't know. Islamic men must cover themselves from above the navel to below the knee.
Malik's exceptionally "immodest." How funny.
(There are even prohibitions by some muslims against wearing gold or silk clothing! What a rebel Malik is!)
Anyway, we should carry on. Excuse me for not finding this sooner. I'll take it down later if you'd like... I just found it funny while I was running through looking for a picture.)))
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