It was dark. Only torches lit the way through a darkness experienced by the bravest of men. A dark figure ran through the pitch black like it was nothing. He knew what he was doing. He'd experienced it before. Careful not to step anywhere that could be dangerous, he was sprinting lightly on his toes to avoid deadly traps.
As Bakura stepped into the light, he chuckled a bit to himself, thinking of how exciting it was to finally be back in his old business. The Sennen items he had dreamed of gathering for years of centeries of millenia were rumored to be hidden in the old tomb he was currently situated in. If only he could figure out where to go. Almost every path lead to a trap, and it seemed like he had lost his touch a bit, as the old king of thieves could no longer remember how the tomb was built. He himself had watched from a distance the building of this tomb, and even attended the burial of Pharaoh Atemu to see what would be there for the taking. Bakura, but of course, had been in disguise when he'd attended that ceremony, as an elderly woman dressed in rags, her face covered. Although he had not gone inside the tomb, he'd overheard some of the conversations going on within small crowds. The tomb was rumored to be able to change it's form. The hallways somehow had the magical ability to move. Someone was supposedly controlling the magical forces within the tomb. But no, that was impossible. Wasn't it? No being is able to control buildings like that, right?
These thoughts and reoccurances flooded Bakura's mind as he raced down the next pathway into a small room lit by two torches on every wall. Bakura was rather curious as to how the torches could possibly stay lit for a millenia or so, perhaps those small crowds of people were right. Maybe there really was some kind of caretaker, no, perhaps a guardian of the tomb. But how could they possibly know the secrets of the past? And how the hell were they able to get through the tomb without dodging some sort of mangled trap every five minutes?!
As Bakura entered the room, stones fell in the passage way, which told him he didn't have much time left before he had to move again, a new trap was bound to snap at any moment or point in time. He was about to start another amazing escape when something caught his eye. Drawings of daily chores in the Ancient Egyptian life covered the room, the common drawings like prayers dedicated to Anubis and Ra. Those weren't new to Bakura, he'd seen them dozens of times before. It was a mysterious drawing that Bakura hadn't seen before. He slowly moved closer to get a better look. From about five feet away, he could see an image of a man clothed rather preferably, like an ancient priest... Yes. It was a priest. The man held a Sennen item, which the pharaoh gave only to the men he trusted most. Bakura began to think back to all the times he'd outsmarted the priests. Especially the one he killed, Mahaado, to get the Sennen Ring. Bakura leaned over a bit more, trying to decode this enigma of a drawing. The priest was pointing the Sennen item at a wall which was horizontal. Bakura turned to the next part of the wall, which was on a new side. The horizontal wall had changed to a vertical wall in the drawing. As he edged a bit closer to look more closely, and get an idea of what item was being used, and perhaps how it was used, Bakura stepped upon the wrong piece of limestone that made up a tile in the floor. The floor crumbled beneath his feet, as he fell, he kept his eye on the drawing, his hand prolonged as if he were reaching for it. Though at that precise moment, a piece of the floor hit his head and... he blacked out. ((U_u;;;;))
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As Bakura stepped into the light, he chuckled a bit to himself, thinking of how exciting it was to finally be back in his old business. The Sennen items he had dreamed of gathering for years of centeries of millenia were rumored to be hidden in the old tomb he was currently situated in. If only he could figure out where to go. Almost every path lead to a trap, and it seemed like he had lost his touch a bit, as the old king of thieves could no longer remember how the tomb was built. He himself had watched from a distance the building of this tomb, and even attended the burial of Pharaoh Atemu to see what would be there for the taking. Bakura, but of course, had been in disguise when he'd attended that ceremony, as an elderly woman dressed in rags, her face covered. Although he had not gone inside the tomb, he'd overheard some of the conversations going on within small crowds. The tomb was rumored to be able to change it's form. The hallways somehow had the magical ability to move. Someone was supposedly controlling the magical forces within the tomb. But no, that was impossible. Wasn't it? No being is able to control buildings like that, right?
These thoughts and reoccurances flooded Bakura's mind as he raced down the next pathway into a small room lit by two torches on every wall. Bakura was rather curious as to how the torches could possibly stay lit for a millenia or so, perhaps those small crowds of people were right. Maybe there really was some kind of caretaker, no, perhaps a guardian of the tomb. But how could they possibly know the secrets of the past? And how the hell were they able to get through the tomb without dodging some sort of mangled trap every five minutes?!
As Bakura entered the room, stones fell in the passage way, which told him he didn't have much time left before he had to move again, a new trap was bound to snap at any moment or point in time. He was about to start another amazing escape when something caught his eye. Drawings of daily chores in the Ancient Egyptian life covered the room, the common drawings like prayers dedicated to Anubis and Ra. Those weren't new to Bakura, he'd seen them dozens of times before. It was a mysterious drawing that Bakura hadn't seen before. He slowly moved closer to get a better look. From about five feet away, he could see an image of a man clothed rather preferably, like an ancient priest... Yes. It was a priest. The man held a Sennen item, which the pharaoh gave only to the men he trusted most. Bakura began to think back to all the times he'd outsmarted the priests. Especially the one he killed, Mahaado, to get the Sennen Ring. Bakura leaned over a bit more, trying to decode this enigma of a drawing. The priest was pointing the Sennen item at a wall which was horizontal. Bakura turned to the next part of the wall, which was on a new side. The horizontal wall had changed to a vertical wall in the drawing. As he edged a bit closer to look more closely, and get an idea of what item was being used, and perhaps how it was used, Bakura stepped upon the wrong piece of limestone that made up a tile in the floor. The floor crumbled beneath his feet, as he fell, he kept his eye on the drawing, his hand prolonged as if he were reaching for it. Though at that precise moment, a piece of the floor hit his head and... he blacked out. ((U_u;;;;))
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