[Sneaking Out -- Before he answers Seto's message.]
Perhaps it was foolish for him to head out the door so quickly.
Ryou's magick was barely refined; raw power without much delicacy, not much for handling and he was hardly able to defend himself physically if the situation called for it. Clearly there were others who were better to patrol and look over the situation...
But something in his heart called him outside.
Curiosity.
A desire to help.
A need to do something other than sit around and let the world continue around him. Sitting around did little to nothing, especially if there was something, anything he could do--
Seto would be fine if he stayed inside.
He was wrapped up, bundled up tight, and after checking over the barrier he ventured out amongst the fallen snow. It would be just for a little while, anyway. Then he'd go right back home.
...
Right?
---
[Down in a Ditch -- after his last response to Seto]
There was something funny about being caught in the bottom of a deep snowdrift with his ankle twisted like this.
Mostly it was the pain.
He'd been stabbed by multiple instruments, cursed with only slight sensation in the palm of one of his hands, and yet it was the swollen leg and the searing agony in his ankle that led him to hiss and clutch it tight.
Shit.
He needed to get up and move, but every centimeter of movement was like molten metal in his bones.
A root.
It was a bloody tree root that sent him sprawled on the ground like this, just because he hadn't watched where he was going...
He was a sitting duck like this if he didn't move, but maybe if he packed snow against his foot, it could serve as ice and cut down the swelling just enough for him to get out...
Ryou Bakura | Yu-Gi-Oh!
Perhaps it was foolish for him to head out the door so quickly.
Ryou's magick was barely refined; raw power without much delicacy, not much for handling and he was hardly able to defend himself physically if the situation called for it. Clearly there were others who were better to patrol and look over the situation...
But something in his heart called him outside.
Curiosity.
A desire to help.
A need to do something other than sit around and let the world continue around him. Sitting around did little to nothing, especially if there was something, anything he could do--
Seto would be fine if he stayed inside.
He was wrapped up, bundled up tight, and after checking over the barrier he ventured out amongst the fallen snow. It would be just for a little while, anyway. Then he'd go right back home.
...
Right?
---
[Down in a Ditch -- after his last response to Seto]
There was something funny about being caught in the bottom of a deep snowdrift with his ankle twisted like this.
Mostly it was the pain.
He'd been stabbed by multiple instruments, cursed with only slight sensation in the palm of one of his hands, and yet it was the swollen leg and the searing agony in his ankle that led him to hiss and clutch it tight.
Shit.
He needed to get up and move, but every centimeter of movement was like molten metal in his bones.
A root.
It was a bloody tree root that sent him sprawled on the ground like this, just because he hadn't watched where he was going...
He was a sitting duck like this if he didn't move, but maybe if he packed snow against his foot, it could serve as ice and cut down the swelling just enough for him to get out...