Claiming of the Rod

[longlostpriest]

Set frowned as he walked, reminding himself again that what he was doing was somewhat reckless - yes, he had a plan, but it did not go off without a hitch, he was as good as dead. He'd been concerned enough to leave a note in the room he shared with Mahaado that if he was not home by the next morning, that there was little point in trying to search

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[icy_disillusion]

Bakura was a light sleeper. He was also a poor sleeper and generally could never get more than an hour or two of rest at a time. And ever since he'd attained the Rod, his natural paranoia had gotten far, far worse, and he was lucky to get any sleep at all

[longlostpriest]

Set did not smile, but he almost felt like doing so. He walked swiftly back to the small bed, not hesitating to snatch up the Rod. Something dark stirred in him - perhaps the Item had been tained...but he wanted it nontheless and it was in his hands.

His gaze turned to the still person beside him and spoke softly, making his statement short and sweet since the other would likely lose consciousness very soon from lack of air. "I'm aware that must be dreadfully uncomfortable - that is why I tried to make it easy on you and let you hand this over willingly. It is of no matter now. I will show you mercy and let you live."

He stode swiftly back for the door and began chanting the words to release Bakura when he was only a few steps from the exit, confident that he would be long gone before the other could catch up if he tried.

[icy_disillusion]

He could hear the steps of the other approaching, even if he lacked the ability to look up at him. His gaze was fixed on the side, catching sight of a dark hand picking up his Rod - His Rod! - and soon after he heard the rather maddenning voice of the other talking to him.

The words were mostly lost on Bakura, but the voice at least gave him an identity, and it wasn't a surprising one. Set - the asshole had already threatened him once, insulted him by thinking that Bakura would be willing to pawn off an Item just for a bit of gold. The fucker had actually attacked him. Attacked Him.

And was rather succeeding, at the moment, the entity was forced to recognize.

And for the moment he couldn't offer so much as a twitch in response to the words, though even if he'd had the ability to speak his own voice would've probably been reduced to an incoherent snarl. A quiet incoherent snarl, as his air was growing quickly low. His head hurt something bad, though the dizziness he felt was more from pure and utter hate that the Item, the Darkness

[longlostpriest]

The Priest gasped sharply in surprise as the knife hit his shoulder, the Rod knocked loose of his fingers immediately. Set's vision swam with pain for a second but he had already dropped to one knee, groping blindly for the Item he had dropped with the fingers of his good arm, the realization hitting him that if he couldn't get it back quickly enough to call the Darkness, that it was over.