soul_campaign | 7th Turn: Video

[The video starts with an evil laugh and gleaming eyes in sinister shadows before Bakura leans forward with a grin that’s full of bared teeth. The evil spirit has spent the last days searching the city near and far for the souls of two certain multi-color-haired midgets just to return with his hands empty. He had went all the way to make sure that it was no fluke and now he had certainty of the result. Malicious killing intend is dancing in both his eyes and his voice, twisting them more away from his nice counterpart than ever as he intones a mocking chant.]

The king is dead, the king is dead, long live the king~! Isn’t that how it’s said? [He laughs derisively before he shakes his head with a haughty tsk.]

All those things, all those times …and now that! Having it end like that feels almost too easy! [His smile drops into a discontent frown that turns his eyes hard before he tsks again and shakes his head as he brushes whatever thought he had aside with a wave of his hand.

The expression he presents the network with again seconds later is that of a winner, amused and cruel. ] No more games, dear Death City, for the main actor’s dead and the rest of the story’s already settled! [He feels betrayed.]

Both the main actor and the secondary cast have been removed. [He'd wanted some more time.]

So I’m going to end the game-! [It should have been personal!!]

The only thing is.. What’s the gamemaster left to do once the game’s won and over? [The frown is back at those last words. For a moment Bakura seems honestly troubled, then he shakes his head again with a mumbled curse and ends the connection. Atem has been much more than just an enemy to him.

No amount of public gloating can replace killing him with his own hands.]

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[she's doing her best to ignore his expressions, the easiest way is to close her eyes]

So it's between Deer Women in Oklahoma or British Columbia for the Loch Ness Monster.

[she tilts her head slowly left and right trying to decide which of these to choose]

Unless you have a preference perhaps we should just flip a coin.

Flip the coin, I don't have preferences for small fry.

[Unlike 'real' enemies like the Pharaoh. The thought of having nothing worse to worry about than your runabout kishin egg and BREWs whims weight dreary on his mind.]

Unless one has spoils that are significantly better than the others.

It's $1000 for the deer, $1100 for the other.

[She does have a coin at the ready now and is lightly tapping it on the table.]

Deer for tail. [That difference isn't worth it, especially if it has to be split.]

[She flips it.]

It's heads.

Ogopogo it is, then. Care to sign us up?

Yes. Shall I sign us up for a few days from now when your heart or whatever it is that is occupying that space is more in the game?

Tche! [He grins a little at her jibe, regaining a bit of his usual spirit.] The day I don't manage to deal with something of that level is the day I'll gladly retire myself!

That's more like it. How's the 3rd sound? That will give me time to deal with a couple things left behind.

Fine with me. Are they anything you might need help with?

[Nanami studies his face for a moment with a small smile] Unless you want a furry friend, I quite doubt it... or perhaps you want to search someone's room for treasure left behind?

A pet? [He pulls a face.] No thanks, I'm already having more than enough of that with that bastard Ryou. [Whom he still holds a minor grudge at. So much time and patience, just wasted with that one...]

And I think you seem to misunderstand the kind of thief I am.

I figured as much.

You aren't at all curious to see if he left anything of interest behind?

I'm not. There's only one thing he's had that would have been of interest for me and I'm getting that one way or another. It's not as if there's any funeral jewelry to be expected, either.

Well all right then.

You're that insistent about it, did you already go through his stuff and now need somebody to cover your tracks?

Of course not, I've simply opened his door to make sure he had really been sent home and just recently to see if he had a carrier somewhere for this cat.

And? Was there anything past his twenty thousand brushes or whatever else he needed to maintain that ridiculous hair of his? [Bakura, first look at your own head before you start throwing stones at somebody else for their hairdo.]