#swingbakuraryou

[bariankura]

@swingbakuraryou

The sky was red and the ground was rocky. Here and there were red crystals and in the distance there were large crystalline structures. The rumbling of thunder could be heard far away.

It was just an another day for the Thief King but then he saw someone familiar. Or at least someone he thought he knew. But why was he here? A human in Barian World wasn't something completely unheard of. He had heard about the boy named "Tron".

"What brings you here, ex-host?"

[ahhvernin]

Soul Hunter

A set of bills flicked across the oak desk, stopping short of the photographer fingers. His generous proprietor sat back, into his equally rich oak chair, the polished leather sighing across his wool vest. ".....Follow him. I want to know his every move." He ordered deeply through his fingers with a gaze that was streaked with a hint of bloodlust.

"Understood, Mr. Mutou." He replied searching for the source of red light in the room, but there was none. "One more thing." he called out. He looked up, "Sir?" "He and I are in a middle of a game." "Yes?" His fingers tightened on his hat. His proprietor's lips pulled back into a smug smile. "Keep it in my favor....and don't tell my old man about this. Its just between us good and honest men. Understood?" "Yes sir." "Good." He hummed with a toxic sweetness and a soft, endearing smile. Photographer's eyes rose up, and met the gaze the Prince's guardian, and backdrop of glowing eyes opened in turn. A hard chill slithered through his body. He immediately began shuffling back, reaching behind him for the door, his eyes never leaving the dark curtains behind the young successor, until he was able to turn and leave the room with a discourteous slam. Success or not...The Prince's Shadow Throne Room was already clawing out a spot for him. ((in relation to my au Ryou Bakura: Swingbakuraryou))

[omi-nor]

[x]

Bakura's arms are propped up on the bar counter where he's seated, his fingers comfortably interlaced into a slight dome, concealing the lower half of his face. His eyes are nailed to Ryou, watching him closely. The quip doesn't escape his notice, though he can't hear him well over the noise. He shoots Ryou a nasty look. A slight warning.

It lifts momentarily, but soon is replaced with impatientence. The playful communication going on seemed to not be to Bakura's liking, but he stayed silent, just observing for now.

Once Ryou is behind the counter, he breaks away and lightly drums his fingers of one hand on the countertop and rests his chin on the back of his other hand.

He noticeably relaxes once Ryou slides his drink over to him. The odd comment catches his attention, though, especially the part about not remembering.

A dismissive, grumbling "Hmph." and a lift of his drink is Bakura's only reply, however. He only pauses a moment to inspect the drink, still listening to Ryou, before committing. Mid-drink, his expression changes, as if something tugged him. The drink comes back down to the table rather quickly and Bakura locks eyes with Ryou. He looks like he wants to say something.

"...Really now?" There's interest in his voice. It's followed by a jest, waving away the issue:

"Perhaps they should try looking harder."

His tone then abruptly turns a little dark.

"...And perhaps you should be careful with attempting to play with me."

The shadow skittering across the countertop only registers somewhere in the back of Bakura's mind - his attention right now was tight on Ryou. He's barely touched his drink.

@swingbakuraryou

[occultsister]

@swingbakuraryou - "Sissy wanna go bird watching?"

Hmm bird watching? Could be fun but where and was it accessible?

"And where do you propose we go?" Were there any good bird watching spots in Domino?

[cannibalmariku]

Starter for @swingbakuraryou

He knew he felt something from the beginning of the night, but he couldn’t out his finger on it. A presence? A being? He wasn’t sure but it felt very familiar. It was someone he knew but the face was being distorted in his memories. He’d spent the evening trying to ignore it or scanning the crowd as he preformed between twirls around the pole and the graceful arching of his body. For such a large man he moved so precisely and fluidly. Lions were powerful but it would get them nowhere if they couldn’t move with stealth and purpose. 

At the end of his routine, Mariku put himself together again in back by his vanity. Redressing in a casual red button up and black slacks. Even if he wasn’t working, he needed to look nice around his place of business. He’d decided to stick around for a bit longer, to have a few drinks but to also see if he could track down that energy he kept feeling. 

It was still in the building... he could feel it. 

Now where was....-?

It was then that the blond spotted a boy sitting at the bar, his senses telling him he’d found the source and all at once it came to him.

Of course. He knew it was familiar...

That peppy little thing, curious and intriguing. He’d definitely have to say hello...

The blond shifted behind the other, smile on his lips as he leaned in close to place a hand on his shoulder. “Evening... I didn’t think I’d ever run into you at work~. Have you been here long?”

[starbrightbakura]

A Drop of Starlight

The rain outside was quiet, not thundering. While a heavy cloud threatened, it hadn’t yet completely burst, merely the beginning trickle of rain dancing on the air and the footpath. So he was early then, early for taking shelter from the rain. A preemptive roof between him and the threat.

Bakura found himself inside and it made his skin and feathers crawl. He’d overheard of this place, somewhere where you could get a seat, get a drink and the law was discouraged. His kind of place. Staying out of sight was important, but some sights were worse than others. The sight of the law for one. Probably didn’t take too kindly to aliens.

He made an odd image, wearing an oversized black overcoat that trailed to the ground and clearly rode half a foot from his back. It touched the ground so it hid from sight and sound his feather tips trailing on the floor. His hair was long, shiny and loose, his eyes a queer golden shade with more iris than sclera. His thin bony hand was pressed to the wall, supporting himself on it as though his legs were weak. He kept looking up, seeing something he couldn’t quite make out flitting up in the rafters. Something suspicious.

It was loud in here, there were people, there was music. The auditory kind. Closed in, no way out. Unsettling. But better than being stuck in a storm.

Bakura made his way to the bar and in a collected voice of great dignity, placed his order. They’d said he could get a drink, no questions asked. He’d see. He’d see.

“One serving of water, if you would be so kind.”

[the-dark-riceball]

Swing: if you were a merman what fish would you take after?

“Well! I think maybe a Lantern fish or Sucker fish!”

“Maybe  something like those. Plus if I took after a sucker fish it’d mean I could eat a lot, but I think having a light on my head would be cool. I could light it up when ever I accidentally touch someone and see them properly.”

“But any fish would be pretty fun.*

[isleomuses]

@swingbakuraryou || x

Ryou enjoyed the rain, the atmosphere that it brought along with it. While it may have drove others away, this enticed him. He was more than happy to take a step outside, as long as he had an umbrella to shield him from the droplets falling from the darker skies.

Although his face tended to fall in a more indifferent state, a small smile had crept up on his features. He was enjoying the time by himself, simply walking out here without anyone bothering him. Until he had heard his name being called and had froze in his steps.

“Huh?” It was a familiar voice, causing him to lift his head and turn towards the sound. It didn’t take long to find the owner of the voice and, god, was he happy to see the other, his face mixing with surprise and joy.

“Bakura!” He chirps before simply blinking to that odd language of his. “Rain stepping? What do you mean by that?“