17th card [dictated/action]

[legacydeck]

[There's a smear of what is very obviously blood as Clow opens the journal, and begins to talk. He sounds... calm. Just like his usual self even.]

Everyone has at least some idea of the power and the beauty in blood - life-blood, heart-blood, what keeps us alive. Makes us walk, makes us talk. Blood-red - we call it that, but I've never seen anything else which quite matches it's hue, it's vibrancy.

[As he talks, he's tracing magical symbols, both Chinese and Western, onto the page, in the blood on his finger tips. They form a rough circle, and he starts connecting them with lines, simpler sigils]

Only mages know the true power blood offers, though - the power to make, the power to break - that lies within every person. With blood -

[There's a sudden jerk, his hand smearing part of the circle he'd been drawing, and his voice changes to angry, and maybe, just a little fearful]

No, I won't let you take me, you monsters. I'd rather die before giving false confession to you

[Clow has found a nice little section of the long hallway to... redecorate. Though it's hard to see the symbols and the circle inscribed on the ground in blood. What is clear, however, is the blood on his hands and the marks he's drawn on his face in it. You can't be sure who's it is, though given that he's carved some of the symbols into his own skin, there's a decent chance, at least, that it's his. He's spending his time shouting at people who aren't there, and... waiting.]

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[madetosin]

[Pain and blood blooms on his shoulder. He's regrettably not immune to it, though he barely even cries out even as his knees falter. Instead, he grabs Clow by the throat and pulls him to the ground]

[legacydeck]

[This man is just full of surprises - most would pull away from that kind of pain, but it only drives this man harder. Interesting. A challenge to break. He twists the scalpel now pressed between them as best as he can, and lets go of the other man's arm to bring his now-free hand up to Muraki's face, using how close they are as leverage to push him back, one thumb already dangerously near an eye.]

[madetosin]

[That draws another muted scream from him, bucking a little against the pain of the knife. His fingers tighten and claw against Clow's jaw, but for the moment he's lost the advantage of leverage, despite his efforts to the contrary.]

Let. Me. Go.

[legacydeck]

[Clow smiles his Cheshire-Cat smile, despite the hand at his throat, and uses his elbow to push the other man's arm out, away from him. When the grip is loose enough he can finally speak - ]

Why ever would I want to do that?

[madetosin]

You don't know what you're tampering with.

[And maybe he means himself, or the ship, or the magic he's foolishly attempting. Either way, he punctuates that with a sudden kick towards whatever vital region of Clow's body he can reach]

[legacydeck]

Oh, but I do. Know, that is.

[The kick makes him spasm in pain, his hold on the knife coming loose for a moment]

[madetosin]

[He takes advantage of this by twisting his arm to knock Clow's hand away from the instrument and pry it out of his shoulder, moving with the intention of returning the favor]