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voidtreckerexpress2020-08-24 07:16 pm
luckydragonsfoot) wrote in voidtreckerexpress2020-08-24 07:16 pm
[CLOSED] Not This Again !
Who: It's the YGO Cast! (Wow!)
Where: A Quiet Room
When: Late Day 26, after they've left into VoidSpace
What: Unfortunately, Jonouchi had some Secrets.
Warnings: Warnings for discussion of historic massacre, of the ritual sacrifice variety, and the likely traumas involved in being part of it on the victim's side.
The Quiet Room, or one of them anyway, is better for this. The door closed and locked, and certain personal pokemon or stuffed animals filling the spaces that people do not. There is no paper, no pencil this time. What they are doing is not a game.
It was a matter of fun last time, at least somewhat- even when things grew tragic in nature, there could be some leftover humor, some talk of happier differences between the timelines they all had. But now?
Now they're speaking of Darker things. Now, Katsuya is simply looking grim and cold as the others settle in.
The door is locked.
Katsuya speaks.
"I..." His throat cracks under the stress, and he swallows, clearing it. "...Las' time as a group, we talked abou'...all th' differences in our worlds. Th' shit tha' set everyone apart, an' all tha'," Katsuya begins. "...I... ...I didn'...say, everythin'. ...But t' say everythin'...I have t' talk abou' something real bad. Somethin'...somethin' I don' think most 'f y' would've ever had t' know abou'," he whispers, remembering the differences between 'Zahra' and the others.
He grows quiet- but only for a moment. His eyes closed, Katsuya breathes in deep and begins.
"...What do y' know...abou' where th' Millennium Items came from?"
Where: A Quiet Room
When: Late Day 26, after they've left into VoidSpace
What: Unfortunately, Jonouchi had some Secrets.
Warnings: Warnings for discussion of historic massacre, of the ritual sacrifice variety, and the likely traumas involved in being part of it on the victim's side.
The Quiet Room, or one of them anyway, is better for this. The door closed and locked, and certain personal pokemon or stuffed animals filling the spaces that people do not. There is no paper, no pencil this time. What they are doing is not a game.
It was a matter of fun last time, at least somewhat- even when things grew tragic in nature, there could be some leftover humor, some talk of happier differences between the timelines they all had. But now?
Now they're speaking of Darker things. Now, Katsuya is simply looking grim and cold as the others settle in.
The door is locked.
Katsuya speaks.
"I..." His throat cracks under the stress, and he swallows, clearing it. "...Las' time as a group, we talked abou'...all th' differences in our worlds. Th' shit tha' set everyone apart, an' all tha'," Katsuya begins. "...I... ...I didn'...say, everythin'. ...But t' say everythin'...I have t' talk abou' something real bad. Somethin'...somethin' I don' think most 'f y' would've ever had t' know abou'," he whispers, remembering the differences between 'Zahra' and the others.
He grows quiet- but only for a moment. His eyes closed, Katsuya breathes in deep and begins.
"...What do y' know...abou' where th' Millennium Items came from?"
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Here they all are, with Wester sort of stuck there, no doubt glued to the thought of the puzzle, or-
He chokes, Kaiba's words slowly registering alongside Yugi's. "NYH- A-Ain't all 'f y' on orange!? What're y' gonna do, take turns jumpin' ont' blue!? They got barely any folks as is, I ain't swappin' t' yours..!"
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He looks tired, but continues onward. "I'll take my turn in the rotation, but I need to focus on helping other oranges get up to speed programming-wise. It'll be done."
Even if he has to have them share his laptop. "Point is, we have options."