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necrofading · 10 years

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With the absence of his other conscious beginning to take a toll on his sanity, Bakura kept finding himself wandering into the most peculiar locations at the most random times. Maybe it was that his more sensible half had been removed, or his utter boredom from not having that constant mental struggle for control, but he no longer knew nor did he care enough to track his own whereabouts anymore. Nothing good could come from this complete lack of awareness, as he would soon realize.

He could hear the inconsistent 'pop' of what he assumed was a gun, but he was quick to dismiss it. The whole time he'd lived here, he'd never once seen anyone with a weapon. Surely he'd be fine. He didn't even notice when they began to grow louder and louder. Until, however, it was practically right in his ear.

Shocked and mildly shaken, Bakura stumbled backward a few steps before falling on his behind. With his ears still ringing, he patted himself down, ensuring that there were no holes or mangled limbs.

Nope... Nothing hurt but my dignity...

He stood and brushed himself off before turning to his attacker with a bit of rage beginning to surface.

"You almost shot me!" He yelled, none too happy with being blamed for this little incident. No, he's just not having that.

"I could've died! What the hell is wrong with you?!"

Target -☆- Practice

❝5 steps –☆.❞

❝6 steps –❞

Each mutter was followed by the swift ‘pop’ of plastic bullets being fired from a similarly cheaply constructed rifle. The weapon was a lot smaller and a lot less lethal than Yoko was accustomed to, but for now she needed to make do with what was available until an upgrade could somehow be obtained.

❝7 steps –❞

Currently, the sniper was testing out the range and damage ratio (if any) of her plastic air rifle, having choppily etched a bulls-eye into the bark of tree growing in one of the communal parks. The target was hit flawlessly with every aim but the flimsy pellets barely made any indent. At the rate things were going, they wouldn’t reach far beyond the 10 pace distance either!

Rearranging her position for the 8th shot, she adjusted the sight spot just over her eye, finger balancing against the trigger when a sudden blur of colours briskly wandered into her line of fire.

❝Woah–!❞

Jolting her arm upwards just in time for the missile’s trajectory to be lifted above the unsuspecting citizen’s head, she issued a long sigh of relief at the averted crisis.

❝Hey there, you should be more careful you know, you could have been hurt!❞

But then she remembers the frail, hollow rounds she’d been given in guise of ammunition and all amassed panic dissipated in a wave of mild embarrassment instead.

❝Well, maybe not so much this time–☆.❞

#im sorry #r1 #starrifle

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necrofading · 10 years

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Oh... she actually wanted to hear an explanation. Usually he'd simply offer, and be answered with a beating. This was unexpected.

Having done no preparation for such a situation, he could feel himself perspire a bit more.

"Well, you see," he began, his calm demeanor never faltering, "my hair pin... seems to be stuck in this lock here. I was only trying to get it out."

It was a far-fetched and shaky excuse at best, but considering the pressure he was under, it really wasn't too bad. Regardless, he still needed to abandon the scene. As he attempted to wriggle the hairpin from the lock, he felt his enthusiasm sink.

It.... really is stuck....

Well, at least he didn't look entirely dishonest now. Still, he became a bit frantic as he pulled the pick to no avail. Hesitantly, he looked back up at the girl, his composed facade beginning to break.

"Er... could you perhaps... give me a hand with this..."

{Open/Intro} Palms Sweaty

#bonestopickwith #this is so lateim sorry #t1r1

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necrofading · 10 years

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{Open/Intro} Palms Sweaty

This situation could best be described as nothing less than completely unpleasant- it would certainly be just Bakura's luck that he was, once again, tossed into an unfamiliar setting full of strange people and even stranger laws. Of course he had no intention of respecting either one. That would just be a waste of time and patience. Though he had to admit, being alone without the constant struggle of his vessel's conscience was something he didn't dislike.

At least with his host, he never lacked entertainment... this was just dreadfully boring. He laid flat on his stomach upon his bed, arms folded beneath his chin, pondering what sort of pastime would please him most... There'd been talk of employment opportunities that he'd overheard other citizens discussing since he arrived... but taking orders wasn't really something that particularly appealed to him. He could seek out an opponent for a "friendly" round of card games... but he had no deck to play with. With such limited resources, he felt that his creativity was so oppressed. Surely this was a crime somewhere...

...Crime? ...

Of course! The greatest hobby of all! He sat upright in his bed, his mind already busy planning out the sort of felony he could commit to kill an hour or two. Arson was always fun, but considering the environment he was in, that would probably be just a bit too conspicuous. Robbery seemed less spectacular, but there was no way he could get in trouble for such a harmless misdeed. Besides, he was an expert in the field, having carried the distinguished title of Thief King in a past life.

With newfound motivation, he sprung off his bed and hurriedly exited his room, only to stand in front of the door just down the hall. Bakura glanced around a few times to ensure that he was alone before pulling a hair pin from his pocket and setting to work on picking the weak lock. He'd almost forgotten the electrifying sensation that crime brought- his palms were perspiring, his skin was blemished with goosebumps... he'd sincerely missed this thrill. He was so caught up in the moment and focused on his work that he didn't notice the sound of footsteps approaching until they were practically beside his ear.

...You sloppy shit, he scolded himself inwardly as he slowly looked up at his approacher.

"...I know what you're thinking, and I can explain."

#ca open #ca intro #knees weak arms are heavy #this is longer than i thought it would be im sorry

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