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paradisalost2007-01-04 11:01 pm
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[The BFFL Club - In progress]
Who: Bakura, Yugi and Miranda - plus anyone else who wants to intrude?
What: Er, being tormented and eating various meats?
When: Quite some time after this post.
Where: The kitchen
Rating: PG for now, but likely to go up.
It was surprisingly simple to find his way thought he corridors once he got the hang of it, down one length of hallway and up another, eyes barely scanning the numbered doors that lined each side. There were little caged suns situated everywhere, the hallway itself elaborate and well-lit. Stairs that led up just kept going, but eventually he found his way down to the ground floor.
He'd never seen a building this big before, or any of the strange magics they used within it. He'd tried touching one of the caged suns but it burnt his fingers, one of which was currently being soothed in his mouth. Someone was going to pay for that. There was a lot of blood and pain coming their way, mostly because Bakura had a habit of being easily board and taking out his anger on readily available targets.
But this was a particularly nice cage and he wasn't quite ready to be rid of it yet. The smell of food beckoned him into the kitchen, and on a whim Bakura followed it. Strange little ghost-like servants showed him towards the fully stocked pantries, past more objects he didn't recognise. When he ordered them too, they promised to cook as well.
So that was where he waited now, sitting on the island counter in the middle of the large kitchen. An apple in one hand, one leg dangling off the side of the counter while he shamelessly conducted the little ghosties like an orchestra. Maybe he didn't need to leave just yet.
He could get used to this.
What: Er, being tormented and eating various meats?
When: Quite some time after this post.
Where: The kitchen
Rating: PG for now, but likely to go up.
It was surprisingly simple to find his way thought he corridors once he got the hang of it, down one length of hallway and up another, eyes barely scanning the numbered doors that lined each side. There were little caged suns situated everywhere, the hallway itself elaborate and well-lit. Stairs that led up just kept going, but eventually he found his way down to the ground floor.
He'd never seen a building this big before, or any of the strange magics they used within it. He'd tried touching one of the caged suns but it burnt his fingers, one of which was currently being soothed in his mouth. Someone was going to pay for that. There was a lot of blood and pain coming their way, mostly because Bakura had a habit of being easily board and taking out his anger on readily available targets.
But this was a particularly nice cage and he wasn't quite ready to be rid of it yet. The smell of food beckoned him into the kitchen, and on a whim Bakura followed it. Strange little ghost-like servants showed him towards the fully stocked pantries, past more objects he didn't recognise. When he ordered them too, they promised to cook as well.
So that was where he waited now, sitting on the island counter in the middle of the large kitchen. An apple in one hand, one leg dangling off the side of the counter while he shamelessly conducted the little ghosties like an orchestra. Maybe he didn't need to leave just yet.
He could get used to this.