Entry #B-5: "Brake" [May 9, Night, Text]

[dead_black_eyes]

I've ascertained that Gamzee Makara was sent home by BREW.

As his former partner, it's probably my duty to inform everyone who might care. So... consider yourselves informed.

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[feelsgoodinyou]

Patient, yes. But not immortal.

I can't pull the stunt that kept him together another time. There's not enough left in me. Something terrible will happen if you screw up this big for another time.

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[dead_black_eyes]

If what you're saying is true, then what you did for him is exactly like what he did for me.

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[feelsgoodinyou]

Maybe. But I doubt that he was planning on using me the way you used him in cold blood.


...and he is paying for it. Do you?

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[dead_black_eyes]

You couldn't be more wrong.

And I don't think you could understand how much I pay for it.

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[feelsgoodinyou]

Not since you are going to repeat the same mistakes again.

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[dead_black_eyes]

I don't like repeating myself.

So, for this retort's sake, please direct your attention to my previous message and read it again.

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[feelsgoodinyou]

[There is a short pause while Bakura reminds himself to watch that what he is typing makes sense. Sometimes the other parts of him get the better of him and bleed into his 'modern day habits'.]

I already knew that you're an idiot with the ego the size of an inflated hippo, but thanks for reminding me of that again. What I'm saying is that you will fail again and this time there won't be any safety nets anymore. For none of you.

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[dead_black_eyes]

I know what you said.

For clarification's sake, since you seem to need it, I don't like repeating myself. That goes for words, yes, but actions, as well.

Since copy-paste is a feature, I will do this for you once, since you can't be bothered to follow my instructions.

You couldn't be more wrong.

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[feelsgoodinyou]

Don't turn into my host. Repeating things won't make them come any more true for you than they did for him.

Though I guess if that is your level of playing the game then that is fine, too. Not everybody needs to be creative. Should I look if I can copy-paste something for you too?

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[dead_black_eyes]

If you'd like. The subtlety of my original insult was spoiled because I had to explain it, so you might as well do something inane and childish.

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[feelsgoodinyou]

The subtlety of a sledgehammer, my ass. Can't you just quit pretending that this is a competition for who has the biggest imaginary dick for a whole five minutes?

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[dead_black_eyes]

It was never a competition.

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[feelsgoodinyou]

*Your text has been forwarded to* [insert the contact of the other Bakura here]

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[dead_black_eyes]

It's nice that you want to share. But I'm doing my best to respect that this type of reference makes him deeply uncomfortable.

I am his friend, after all. Aren't you...?

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[feelsgoodinyou]

[For a moment he is tempted to say that they are friends, just because he knows that his host will most likely see this after being linked.]

If you complain about my body you complain about his, since I'm just borrowing it from him. [Nicely put. Bakura rarely asks for permission before he takes anything.]

And I wouldn't use 'friends' as the term for what is between us. It can't be categorized that nicely. If anything I'd say that he's my aibou.

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[dead_black_eyes]

Body?

You used the word "imaginary." Did you forget, or did you just have to turn this crude and literal for another reason?

No, I should be kinder. Perhaps using his body for so long made the line between "imaginary" and "physical" begin to blur for you.

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[feelsgoodinyou]

Oh dear, no need to get that worked up for him already. Yes, yes, it's my bad for assuming you were speaking from experience since you're such good friends and you answered that quickly. That and your lack of restraint about using people without knowledge or remorse paired with the knowledge that he will do anything for his friends.

It's a worrisome combination after all.

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[dead_black_eyes]

I agree that one of us is certainly worked up.

But I think you're imagining it's me.

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[feelsgoodinyou]

I think that you think a lot of things.

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[dead_black_eyes]

But in your words, I am an idiot, and idiots think so seldom.

You are a very conflicted creature.

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[feelsgoodinyou]

Thinking only in extremes is no good. Idiots can be either very stupid or very clever.

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[dead_black_eyes]

"Conflicted" doesn't even do it justice. You're downright dichotomous.

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[feelsgoodinyou]

I'm trembling with anger and intimidation at your cutting razor edge conclusions and what they reveal about myself.

Why not go and vent your frustrations with your little pets? A rat can eat a kitten but biting a lion in the tail is just plain stupid.

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[dead_black_eyes]

I'm sorry, but telling me I'm frustrated isn't enough to make it so.

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[feelsgoodinyou]

Your denial is touching, to use your own logical ways. Maybe you should put a collar on your Meisters again in the future, that seems to have worked better in your favor.