soul_logs | Morning Training

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Morning Training

Characters: Everyone!
Location: Training Grounds, Shibusen
Rating: PG-13 for violence
Time: 6am to 9am
Description: Every morning in the city, Morning Training takes place to prepare the guests of the city for the war. It's handwaved most days, but approximately once a month this gets played out in a log. This log takes place on March 14th.

Official areas:

FAQ: Questions answered by Maito Gai
Breakfast:Run by Saya Tagaki, Fabiola Iglesias
Instruction: For anyone who wants to learn the basics of fighting, or get a handle on more advanced techniques. Run by Auron, Steve Rogers, Deryn, Maito Gai, Tifa Lockhart, Cloud
Sparring Overseen by Hyuuga Neji, Maes Hughes, and Kratos.
Weapon Transformation: How to find your form. Run by Yuuri and Santana.
Soul Perception: If someone doesn’t know by now. Run by Azusa.
Partner Training: How to work together as partners. Run by Tassadar; Maka and Soul; Eve
Weapons Handling Training: Run by Genesis Rhapsodos, Tenten, Kerrigan
Shooting Range: How to Shoot. Run by Leon, Re-l, Liz
Meister Ability Helpers: How to find it out. Run by Death the Kid, Edgeworth.
Finding a Partner: For unpartnered Meisters and Weapons to mingle and find each other. Overseen by Sasame.
Survival Course: Taught by The Signless, this month's novelty class!
Medics: A place for the medics to get to know each other and mingle.
Watch: For Watch people (and prospective new members) to gather, talk, and train.
SEES: For SEES personnel (or anyone interested) to team-build and talk.
Hug Brigade: Come get hugs!

Feel free to make your own threads!

Breakfast
Deryn [Open]
Aranea [Open]
Psii [Open]
Aomine [Open]

Instruction
Edgeworth [Open]

Sparring
Zeratul [Open]
Alucard [Open]
Raidou [Open]

Weapon Transformation
Lezard [Open]
Sion [Open]
Gray [Open]
Hawkeye [Open]
Nanami [Open]

Soul Perception
Barricade [Open]

Weapon Handling Training
Akiha [Open]
Aomine [Open]

Shooting Range
Hawkeye [Open]

Finding a Partner
Neji - Meister [Open for resonance practice]
Sora - Meister [Open]
Yami Bakura - Meister [Open]
Shindou - Weapon [Open]
Auron - Meister [Open]

Survival Course
Hanabi [Open]

Medics
Amateresu [Open]

Watch
Auron [Open]

SEES
Minato [Open]
Raidou [Open]

Hug Brigade
Bumblebee [Open]

General Open
Bakura [Open]
Yami Bakura [Open]
Matt [Open]
Demona [Open]
Saya [Open]
Taiyou, Tenma [Closed]
Taiyou, Shindou [Closed]
Auron [Open]
Amateresu [Open]
Raidou [Open]
Hades [Open]
Aion [Open]
Sendou [Open]

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[[It had been a rather long few days for Bakura and it was starting to show. Everything felt like it was falling apart under him and burying himself in the flood of new arrivals, Ryuzaki's cat and everything in between had only done so much to distract him from it.

He had fallen into the trap that the Ring's Voice had set for him. Every single encounter he had failed somehow and given the Voice something that he had wanted. He hadn't been able to keep him out of his home and now the Voice was trying to make it look like he was the victim and Bakura's efforts to try and shield his friends from the conflict had backfired.

He had arrived far too early to training because he hadn't slept. The combination of growing, unfamiliar hatred and gnawing, far more familiar, self loathing had eaten away at him and left him staring at the ceiling, trying to plan but having everything refuse to come together, snatches of the brief--whatever it had been when they had resonated mixing with the Voice's words and shattering his concentration.

If only the Voice had never come to Death City. If only he hadn't come back after Monster World. If only he hadn't put the Ring back on...!

He was sitting a bit apart from everything as he brooded, knowing that he should be practicing but being too caught up in the chaos in his head to be able to focus on it. He needed a plan, he needed some way to figure out what the Voice wanted from him so he could keep him from getting it!]]

Unlike his host "the voice" or Bakura, as he liked to call himself, had had a good nights rest.

So far the day was going quite well and with the latest developments he figured that his host had finally learned his lesson and would stay away to lick his wounds for a while.

The intended message of his little act had been simple. Don't mess with me.

Even with him not being willing to harm his host's body the thief could still do plenty of damage if he wanted to, a thing he was sure the other wouldn't forget so easily again.

Of course there had been a couple of skeptical replies to his post as well, but that had been expected. The point was that the one he had made that trap for had fallen for it, swallowing the bait with hook, line and sinker. His host himself had confirmed his story while he had tried to discredit it. Smiling to himself, he wondered for a moment what he should do with this particular record as he strode down the training area, aiming for the shooting range.

There was something that made Bakura look up at that moment, catching sight of the all too familiar figure walking by without a seeming care in the world. The jumble of thoughts swirling in his mind echoed words as he watched, eyes narrowing and all but hidden behind his bangs.

never let him use me againtake everything I can, and I make sure my enemy gets nothingtaking back the face he's been wearingmissing something now... and that that jerk of all people has itthe whole truth, just for once, not what you decide has to be what happened.start not ignoring him a little less benignly

His fingers tensed into tight fists a moment before going flat.

"I suppose you think that you've won, don't you?" he asked, voice quiet and soft.

He stopped when his host - little, pathetic, wimpy, never good for anything except being minor trouble and a good front host - out of all people called out to him.

His eyes darted to the side for a moment, daring the other Bakura to keep doing something. Then, not even seconds later, he dismissed the white-haired boy and started moving again, his destination in mind.

Should landlord dig his grave deeper if he wanted to. He wasn't going to ruin his move by starting a fight with him now.

Slowly, Bakura rose to his feet with an almost disjointed grace. "Don't you walk away from me... If I'm not aloud to ignore you, you aren't aloud to ignore me either."

Oh great, the wimp was talking nonsense.

Bakura nearly rolled his eyes at the lack of logic behind those words. Hadn't he made it clear by now that he wanted the guy to either ignore him properly or finally face up to his involvement, no matter how minor it was? Apparently that had been too much for his fragile brain.

Shooting him an unreadable look from the corner of his eyes, he kept moving.

There had been a lot of things that had lead to this breakdown. Loss of friends, the stress of the war, invasions, trying to hold people together even as his own world was falling apart, a lack of sleep and things that wouldn't add up to make any sort of sense mixed together with the complicated mess that was the Voice's presence in his life to crack down the wall of how he felt he was supposed to act, letting all the questionable suggestions offered inside to take root.

There was a sudden swift motion as Bakura half ran after his double grabbing his shoulder where he knew it would hurt, seeking to jerk him back to meet his eyes. "I'm not playing your games any longer... now face me properly! No more games, no more lies, no more hiding behind practiced words..."

The plan was forming as he spoke, his course of action gaining a clarity that only the fever of exhaustion induced enlightenment provided.

It was only supreme strength of will that kept Bakura from hitting his host right then and there, or maybe even use the concealed knife on him that he always carried around ever since he had gotten his own body back.

It definitely went through his mind for a moment, because nobody, abso-fucking-lutely nobody threatened him like that and got away with it unscathed. For a moment he remembered Demona's words all too clearly - maybe it didn't matter whether a person died here or not.

Narrowing his eyes in mild pain and immense annoyance, he all but hissed as he turned to face him. "What the hell do you think you are doing?!"

Acting on impulse. Not being afraid. Being aggressive. Not letting the Voice do whatever he wanted.

Taking back his face.

"Getting your attention. I want to know what you want from me. Why you keep toying with me like it's still Domino. I want to know what you took from me and I want it back."

'And you'd do it again. Don't deny it.'

Ryuzaki's words echoed loudly in his ears as he reached out, thread snaking out from where he was still holding tightly to his double's arm.

"And I want the truth."

If they resonated, he would know if it was. If it would happen without either of them trying or wanting, he would make it happen to get his answers.

For a moment the confused look he gave him at the barrage of senseless demands made him almost look like the good one out of the pair.

Then his host tried to do something with that red thread that felt decidedly too invasive for his taste. Ohhh no. Not again.

The first time resonance had happened between them it had been a surprise to him as well. This time it wasn't. He wasn't going let his host try and put a leash on him.

Catching the red thread with his bare hand, he plucked it off with an angry, cold look that made his eyes look stormy and more purple than blue. Touching the string was unpleasant because he concentrated on opposing a potential resonance with the most effective means possible, but the thief ignored it as he kept holding it in his hand.

"The 'truth'?" He scoffed. His voice was cold and full of disgust as he continued speaking. "You have it already. Our relationship was never anything but business and now that I have this body it's not even that."

"What was 'business' about any of it before Domino?!" Bakura snapped, aggravation growing. "Claiming that you were granting wishes, isolating me from everyone, making me think I was losing my mind... You laughed! The first thing I ever heard of you was that laugh!"

The hold on the thread was only feeding his frustration as he again tried to push through. It was the only way he could know if the Voice was telling the truth. He needed to know!

"There's never been any honesty in you! It's always been twisting everything to your own benefit and leaving me with noting but ruins!" His chest was heaving now with the exertion of trying to force resonation and the outpouring of the closest thing to hate that he ever had felt. "If you're going to try and paint me the villain, tell me the truth you-- you damned parasite!"

The force of the attack was unexpected and for a moment it managed to wrap around his fingers, enough to establish a faint, subconscious connection.

At the same time Bakura's eyes narrowed as memories flashed by his mental eye of that particular time. He wasn't overly proud of what he had done then and there nor of the bad shape he had been in: barely able to think, starved for being able to interact with the world and exist again, the crushing realization that there was something that kept the only person that he could have interacted with for the first time in three thousand years from realizing that he was there. Failed attempts of communicating and making his presence known, rage, pain, resentment, bitterness... and in the end a hollow sort of resignation as he kept feeling bits and pieces of what had made him Him break away like stone walls that were being eroded by the passing of time.

He had been nothing more but an empty shell that was driven with the last spark of emotions that he could feel, worn down to the marrow of the bones of the very basics. Much of it was just a blur to him now, like memories of being delusional from a heavy fever, but bits and pieces were still there that he remembered clearly.

The night when he had watched his host cry himself to sleep in an empty apartment, Ring held close like it was his only friend. Him only standing there, right in front of the bed, watching numbly because he knew that his words wouldn't be heard and his touch never felt.

It had been frustrating.

And yes, maybe he had felt a touch of protectiveness and attachment to the kid he had watched growing, as much as his numbed, disjointed self had been able to. Ryou Bakura had been the only thing he had had.

When they had met the Pharaoh it had been like a slap to his face. His most-hated enemy's presence had reminded him of who he was, jump-started his brain and all those memories and emotions that had been almost forgotten. It had made him feel alive again, so he had laughed. Laughed and reached out to take once again what he couldn't have by force.

It had been a great feeling.

Lurching forward with a gasp as if he had been punched in the stomach, Bakura grabbed the red thread and tore it apart by force.

Bakura could only stand stunned, eyes wide and all but unseeing at the sudden flood of memory.

That--

but...

No. No, there was no way that--

Unbidden, his own memory of that moment surfaced, him clinging to the Ring, wishing with all his might for the Item to truly be magic, to be able to grant his wish to not be lonely any longer. It was his key, his token, the talisman that would open up the door to a magical place where he could be the hero of his own story, where everything would go right and everyone would love him for who he was....

All that time... all that time the Voice was...

He gave a startled cry as the thread was torn, falling back from the force of the sudden disconnection and landing on his rear.

Bakura was seething with rage. He hated others sticking their noses into his personal matters, messing with stuff they knew nothing about and had no right to know about. He guarded everything that was about him himself for a reason and having his host out of all people brush past his defenses that easily was insult and injury to his pride alike.

Dammit, that guy had not right to know about any of those things unless Bakura chose to reveal them to him, and even them he ought to just believe or doubt his words-!

"YOU-!!" Gritting his teeth, he aimed a blow with his right fist at the Weapon's face, ready to let go and break the little vermin's jaw any second now if he didn't get out of his reach quickly. "Who said that you have the right to get just like that into my head?! Stay the fuck out!!"

Bakura dodged, transforming quickly to roll out of the way before unfolding back to himself again. "Why should I listen to you when you say it when you never listened to me when I did?!" he returned, anger bubbling up again as he pushed aside the memory he had seen. Whatever the Voice had been like before Domino, this was what he was like now. Any chance of them becoming friends or partners had been thrown away the moment that the Voice had regained the rest of himself and started his crusade against Yuugi.

He cursed as his swing only hit air. Turning around, he glowered at the insolent rat.

His host was really starting to grate on his nerves. (Which was rather deadly when you dealed with a person like him. The thief didn't think much of being lenient, no matter the offense.)

"Maybe because I can still kill you before you can reach the 'e' in 'help'." Both his expression and voice were absolutely murderous. Whatever restraint he had had about hurting his host had been wiped away by the thing Ryou had done, leaving the words Demona had said to him ring prominently in his mind. When you killed somebody here they just woke up back home, alive and whole as if nothing ever happened. There hadn't been any confirmation for that claim, but he right now he was more than ready to use Ryou as his guinea pig.

Bakura's heart jumped in terror, but he fought it back. "I don't think you could. You couldn't pass as me for long and everyone would know what happened. You'd never get away with it and I don't think you're that stupid enough to throw away everything just to get back at me."

His heart was still racing, breath coming quickly.

"What is it that you're after? I was happy to ignore you as along as you left me alone, but you didn't! Acting like everything I had was yours-- why are we attached?! Even in this place when we're not, why do you still have part of me?!"

He laughed into his face.

"You don't think I'd go that far? You fool, you know exactly how far I'm willing to go and that it's impossible to kill me completely!"

Edging forward, he smirked.

"All I ever wanted from you is the Ring and a body to use. Now that you have lost both I wouldn't have given a fuck about you, but you just had to insist on getting in my way again."

"You were the one who invaded my life here," Bakura returned, edging back. "You were the one who kept invading! I'm tried of you always blaming me for everything you've done!"

"Oh, as if you've ever done anything else!" He barked out another laughter, hard and sharp. "Even now you insist that I must've taken something from you again!"

He leaned forward, smirking wide. His eyes were cold as steel. "Do you really think I'd take anything from you now that I have so many other choices to pick from? Give me some credit! I have standards! I wouldn't want a part of your pathetic soul if my life depended on it!!"

Another small step back. "If you haven't taken anything then why does it feel like I'm only whole when we resonated?" Bakura asked in a small, intense voice. "You aren't any part of me, no matter what you look like!"

The look the ancient spirit gave him in response to this revelation was one that was quite rare to show on his face.

It was confusion, mixed with a certain dumbfounded lack of understanding and belief of what he was experiencing just here and now. Him, part of that wimp? No way that'd ever happen! Why was he even thinking about something like that ...?

The whole thing was that absurd that he forgot to think about how he could draw his own advantage from it for the moment.

"How nice of you to notice that so quickly. What tipped you off?"

The sarcasm was dripping for his deadpan voice. "As for the 'being whole' thing, I think you're trying to be your friend Yuugi-kun a little too hard. I'm not interested in that sort of thing. I like diversity."

"Yuugi-kun has nothing to do with this!" Bakura snapped.

His expression turned into a scowl. All those things and of course he'd pick that one to get into a fuss about.

"Of course not. He never has, with anything."

[Open] Pre-fight

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...should have been "Allowed" not aloud. *facepalm*

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...should have been "Allowed" not aloud. facepalm