MINGLE: LASER TAG ARENA

[stealshinies]

[Being from Ancient Egypt and all that, seeing the dark, neon-lite laser tag room is enough to make him stumble back in awe. On the wall are vests with a sensor above the heart, as well as a set of guns.

Just beside that is a set of rules that Bakura sure as hell can't read:

EACH PLAYER TAKES ONE VEST AND ITS CORRESPONDING GUN.
DO NOT COVER UP THE SENSOR ON THE VEST.
THE OBJECTIVE OF THE GAME IS TO HIT THE TARGET ON OTHER PLAYERS' VESTS.
WHEN YOU ARE HIT, YOUR GUN WILL TURN OFF.
THE LAST PLAYER STANDING WINS!

Needless to say, he just takes a gun and decides to explore the room.]

((ooc: decided to intro one of the new rooms that I added last week (I'll also add these specifics to the setting page). Anyway, play laser tag with each other, tag around, and have fun! Feel free to handwave your character re-entering the game if you want to keep playing after they've already lost once.

Also, feel free to be a big fat cheater and not play by the rules, if that's how your character rolls! That's the fun of RP, isn't it?))

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[moderndaydragon]

Yes, it is.

[She can tell what he's trying to do, putting her pen down to listen.]

[stealshinies]

Rrrghhh...

[He takes in a deep breath, clenching his hands to calm himself. This was frustrating, but he tries again, harder than before and with a hint of sarcasm in his tone. Maybe if he says something without any foreign words injected into it, like the "English" from before.]

Nefer sedjmetj.

[moderndaydragon]

[The confusion that spreads across her face should be enough to tell, but she says it anyway, just in case.]

I didn't understand that. That was probably Egyptian.

[stealshinies]

Then it is possible! [He grins, filled with a new sense of power now.

It was just a matter of training his ears now to realize the difference between the two. Just now when he'd spoken...he could feel the difference.

It was something he hadn't felt before.]

[moderndaydragon]

It seems so! [...it's jokingly, though she's almost regretting saying it] Maybe I should find a way to pay you for Egyptian lessons.

[stealshinies]

...H-heh heh heh, I'm sure we could think of something.

[He points to the journal.] But enough of that! Let's get on with this!

[moderndaydragon]

Well, then... we'll leave that for later.

[She's written the alphabet in her journal, and begins with trying to teach him every letter, using both her name and his to show what they are and how they mesh together.

It's only going to be a starter few lessons... but she's trying her best to make it interesting, or at least not dull as hell.]

[stealshinies]

[Most of the letters don't stick. The most he manages to remember are the first few, and what his name looks like when spelled. Even that's mostly thanks to the fact it has two "A"s and a "B" in it.

After awhile, despite her best efforts, Bakura is losing focus and lays back on the bed as he listens...and begins to doze off.]

[moderndaydragon]

So we...

[She pauses, looking over to him as he lays down, tilting her head.]

Hey. You asleep?

[stealshinies]

[The quiet, even breathing and those closed eyes suggest that yes, he's asleep.]

[moderndaydragon]

[...Oh well. She closes the journal, putting it on the night stand for later. She glances over to him, then grabs the blanket from the other bottom bunk, putting it over him.

Hopefully that'll be warm enough. She'll just be grabbing her book and leaving to the living room to let him sleep.]

[stealshinies]

[Bakura's not out for long. About thirty minutes is all, and when he wakes up he finds himself tangled in a sheet on an empty bed.

...When did he fall asleep?

Getting up, he heads out the bedroom and pokes his head into the living room. His hair is even messier than usual now.]

[moderndaydragon]

Good morning, again.

[Huh, that was fast. She didn't expect him to be awake that soon.]

How was your nap?

[stealshinies]

[He'd slept earlier. Boredom-induced naps tend to be the shortest.]

Fine.

[moderndaydragon]

Do you want to pick the lessons up?

[This is almost an actual, nice conversation.]

[stealshinies]

No.

Rrgh...

[He runs his hands through his hair.] I hate this place.

[moderndaydragon]

So do most people who are here.

[She's not "most," but she doubts he cares.]

[stealshinies]

I'm bored...I can't handle it!

[He wrings his hair in his hands.] I have so much to do... H-hahaha...

My comrades are all back home! [There's a darkness swelling behind him, like a shadow reaching outwards.]

[moderndaydragon]

[And that darkness has her immediately on her feet and recoiling, her eyes widening. No, no, no. That feeling... that is not a good feeling and she doesn't like it.]

What are you doing?

[stealshinies]

[That darkness starts to recede, and he drops his hands as well as his own weight as he takes a seat on the floor.]

I was thinking about destroying this place...and everyone in it.

[moderndaydragon]

That's not going to help anything and you know it.

And if you do try that... [Maybe it was an idle threat. But from a person like this, she doesn't care, just clenching her hands a little as she lightly brushes that magic inside of her.]

I won't let you go through with it. So remember that.

[stealshinies]

Stop whining. I wasn't going to do it.

[Bakura draws his knees up and leans his mouth against the flesh just below them, effectively giving him the appearance of a mopey teenager despite his age and build.

He missed his comrades. Even if they couldn't talk, those spirits of Kul Elna had been all he had for so long.]

[moderndaydragon]

You'll forgive me for thinking you were serious.

[...Sigh. Stop acting like an actual person, you keep making it hard to dislike you.]

There's not many people who are happy here, but everyone else has to deal with it, too. They all have someone they miss, so even if you don't care, you're not alone in it.

[stealshinies]

I'm sick of hearing excuses! I don't want anyone's sympathy--it makes me sick, because no one could possibly understand!

[He reaches into a pouch at his side and pulls out the Diabound card, running his thumb over the picture. It's gotten a little worn around the edges in his pocket.]

I have to get home so I can pay the Pharaoh back what he did to me.

[moderndaydragon]

Of course no one understands! We're not psychics! If you don't tell anyone anything, there's no possible way they can understand what you're feeling or suffering. Whether you want sympathy or not, that's just how it works with humans.

[Tch... why does she always feel riled up talking to this guy? Sigh. She just blows out a bit of air, calming down and shaking her head. Were it anyone else, she'd say that she herself understood about that all too well, but she has a feeling that will only make it worse.

Or at least, just get her mocked.]

Why do you think I made the bet I did? I'm always torn between disliking you and wanting to be close to you, because at times you're insufferable, but at other times you seem to show a side that's not anywhere near as bad. So I have no idea what to think of you.