Ar.: Sup? I can explain.
Sol: Go ahead.
S.m: Ya, go ahead.
Ar.: o.o
S.m: Well?
Ar: Well, I suffered from some minor memory loss.
S.m: Ya! Like a week ago!
Ar: I hate you!
S.m: You don't mean that.
Ar: *mumbles*
Sol:
???: Um, hi?
S.m: O.O
Ar: Tis Millennium Princess. Hello.
MP: Um, hi.
S.m: *waves*
Ar: Well, aren't we a lively bunch?! Let's get on with the fic! We'll be okay by then! ^-^
Sol: On with the fic!
* * * * * I walk around the corner of the castle to the nearest town, full of merchants, thieves, food, little rotten thieves, clothes and garments, stupid thieves, gold and jewelry, and did I mention thieves? "Heheh."
So, where could I find the self-proclaimed pharaoh? A has-been thief? The idiot of all idiots? Wait, no, that's Seth. Anyway, I'm talkin' about Marik. I look around. He must be around here somewhere, um, oh there he is!
I see him sneak some food into a bag over his shoulder. The merchant doesn't even notice. The bag is pretty full too, and I don't think it was just with food either. He's a high-class thief, much like Bakura and Cegasis, and they get the good stuff mostly. Like, gold.
I see him come my way. He can't see me 'cause, well, I'm hiding. Duh.
I wait until he's close enough. "Hello Pharaoh Marik!"
He blinks. "Wha-?" He stares at me. "Oh, that."
"WHAT'S IN THE BAG?!?!"
His eyes open wide. "Yami, be quiet."
"WHY?!?!? I JUST WANT TO KNOW WHAT'S IN THE BAG!!!!!!!" Merchants are looking our way now.
Marik looks around, nervously now. "Yami, do you want to get me killed?"
Yes. "WHY WOULD YOU GET KILLED?!?!? IT'S NOT LIKE YOU STOLE THOSE THINGS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!"
People start looking through their items. And, finally, someone says, "That kid stole our merchandise! Get him!"
Oh, happy day.
Marik looks at the huge, and I do mean HUGE, crowd of people, if you can call them that, running towards him. "O.O"
Cool.
Right now the crowd is going, "Grab your torch and pitchforks!"
Yay!
* * * * * *
I see Marik comin' back. He's like, all beat up and stuff. Tis cool.
I run up to him, for I haven't finished my revenge. It's for everything he's done. Never mind, just never mind.
"Hello pharaoh Marik!"
He glares.
I blink. "You know, I saw the most ridiculous thing today."
He glares.
"This guy, he called himself pharaoh, and I told him you were the pharaoh, and he was all mad."
His eyes open wide.
"So I told him--"
"Yami, what did you do?!"
I smile. "I simply called him a bastard an your behalf and stole some of his gold and his prized horse! Which is rightly yours!"
He stares. He breaks into a sweat. He looks around nervously. He's a goner.
Def.
We hear some galloping coming nearer. I run out of sight and come back in two seconds with "his" horse. "Take this."
"O.O You want to get me killed, don't ya?"
I grin.
* * * * *
It's been a while since Marik got ran out of town.
No, not really. Maybe like an hour or two.
I'm lying in a hammock, which isn't mine but I told the guy who owned it that I would have his head if he didn't obey so he let me, and see Marik coming back out of the corner of my eye. He's all weird and stuff. Actually, it's a miracle he survived. I mean, the pharaoh was mad at him. You do not disappoint a god! Or you get a really hurtful, royal spanking. Anyway, "^__________________^ Sup Marik?"
He glares.
"Something wrong?" I say this as innocently as humanly possible.
"I hate you. I hate you bad."
I close my eyes. "Why, I have no idea why you would hate me. All I did was get back what is rightfully yours. Right?"
"o.o"
"I mean, it's like they didn't even know you were Pharaoh, like you were some lowly thief." I grin. "See ya, Pharaoh." I get off the hammock, which is still my property, and wave.
He stands there, dumbfounded. My work here is done.
I scout out my next victim. I see a white haired boy about to enter the castle.
Bingo.
* * * * *
Ar: Bingo is a game of the gods!
MP: Yeah, you just go right on thinking that.
Ar: K!
MP: o.o
Ar: If you actually review, I love you.
Sol: o.o
S.m: Um, okay.
MP: O.O
Sol:
MP: Awkward moment.
S.m: Yes. Very.
Ar: ^-^ My work here is done! Review!!! Please!!! *leaves*
MP: So, um, should we go?
Sol: *shrugs*
S.m: Maybe.
Sol: Yeah sure, why not?
MP: *shrugs* K.
S.m: *shrugs and walks away*
MP: *follows*
Sol: *follows*
And the world goes round and round and round and the world goes round and round!
Everyone: O.O
Sol: Go ahead.
S.m: Ya, go ahead.
Ar.: o.o
S.m: Well?
Ar: Well, I suffered from some minor memory loss.
S.m: Ya! Like a week ago!
Ar: I hate you!
S.m: You don't mean that.
Ar: *mumbles*
Sol:
???: Um, hi?
S.m: O.O
Ar: Tis Millennium Princess. Hello.
MP: Um, hi.
S.m: *waves*
Ar: Well, aren't we a lively bunch?! Let's get on with the fic! We'll be okay by then! ^-^
Sol: On with the fic!
* * * * * I walk around the corner of the castle to the nearest town, full of merchants, thieves, food, little rotten thieves, clothes and garments, stupid thieves, gold and jewelry, and did I mention thieves? "Heheh."
So, where could I find the self-proclaimed pharaoh? A has-been thief? The idiot of all idiots? Wait, no, that's Seth. Anyway, I'm talkin' about Marik. I look around. He must be around here somewhere, um, oh there he is!
I see him sneak some food into a bag over his shoulder. The merchant doesn't even notice. The bag is pretty full too, and I don't think it was just with food either. He's a high-class thief, much like Bakura and Cegasis, and they get the good stuff mostly. Like, gold.
I see him come my way. He can't see me 'cause, well, I'm hiding. Duh.
I wait until he's close enough. "Hello Pharaoh Marik!"
He blinks. "Wha-?" He stares at me. "Oh, that."
"WHAT'S IN THE BAG?!?!"
His eyes open wide. "Yami, be quiet."
"WHY?!?!? I JUST WANT TO KNOW WHAT'S IN THE BAG!!!!!!!" Merchants are looking our way now.
Marik looks around, nervously now. "Yami, do you want to get me killed?"
Yes. "WHY WOULD YOU GET KILLED?!?!? IT'S NOT LIKE YOU STOLE THOSE THINGS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!"
People start looking through their items. And, finally, someone says, "That kid stole our merchandise! Get him!"
Oh, happy day.
Marik looks at the huge, and I do mean HUGE, crowd of people, if you can call them that, running towards him. "O.O"
Cool.
Right now the crowd is going, "Grab your torch and pitchforks!"
Yay!
* * * * * *
I see Marik comin' back. He's like, all beat up and stuff. Tis cool.
I run up to him, for I haven't finished my revenge. It's for everything he's done. Never mind, just never mind.
"Hello pharaoh Marik!"
He glares.
I blink. "You know, I saw the most ridiculous thing today."
He glares.
"This guy, he called himself pharaoh, and I told him you were the pharaoh, and he was all mad."
His eyes open wide.
"So I told him--"
"Yami, what did you do?!"
I smile. "I simply called him a bastard an your behalf and stole some of his gold and his prized horse! Which is rightly yours!"
He stares. He breaks into a sweat. He looks around nervously. He's a goner.
Def.
We hear some galloping coming nearer. I run out of sight and come back in two seconds with "his" horse. "Take this."
"O.O You want to get me killed, don't ya?"
I grin.
* * * * *
It's been a while since Marik got ran out of town.
No, not really. Maybe like an hour or two.
I'm lying in a hammock, which isn't mine but I told the guy who owned it that I would have his head if he didn't obey so he let me, and see Marik coming back out of the corner of my eye. He's all weird and stuff. Actually, it's a miracle he survived. I mean, the pharaoh was mad at him. You do not disappoint a god! Or you get a really hurtful, royal spanking. Anyway, "^__________________^ Sup Marik?"
He glares.
"Something wrong?" I say this as innocently as humanly possible.
"I hate you. I hate you bad."
I close my eyes. "Why, I have no idea why you would hate me. All I did was get back what is rightfully yours. Right?"
"o.o"
"I mean, it's like they didn't even know you were Pharaoh, like you were some lowly thief." I grin. "See ya, Pharaoh." I get off the hammock, which is still my property, and wave.
He stands there, dumbfounded. My work here is done.
I scout out my next victim. I see a white haired boy about to enter the castle.
Bingo.
* * * * *
Ar: Bingo is a game of the gods!
MP: Yeah, you just go right on thinking that.
Ar: K!
MP: o.o
Ar: If you actually review, I love you.
Sol: o.o
S.m: Um, okay.
MP: O.O
Sol:
MP: Awkward moment.
S.m: Yes. Very.
Ar: ^-^ My work here is done! Review!!! Please!!! *leaves*
MP: So, um, should we go?
Sol: *shrugs*
S.m: Maybe.
Sol: Yeah sure, why not?
MP: *shrugs* K.
S.m: *shrugs and walks away*
MP: *follows*
Sol: *follows*
And the world goes round and round and round and the world goes round and round!
Everyone: O.O