Characters: Bakura and All Dastardly Persons
Content: While the Christmas-colored peons are running around with toy guns, Bakura uses this mayhem to his advantage and sets up a neutral zone of his own, except EVIL. With his sneaky thief powers, he manages to gain information about various evil persons around the Satellite, and calls them to this prototype fortress.
Location: Deck 10 - Entrance to the Weapons Deck
Time: After Brunch Tea
Warnings: All persons who are NOT villians, prepare for all manners of snarkiness and diabolical threats upon arrival.
By now, Bakura has sifted through most of the contents of the Weapons Deck, and procured various articles of importance, mainly melee weapons of all sorts. He has also completed a well-needed spring cleaning. Setting a crimson throne up on a pedestal in the back, the large hall looks like a dark Medieval lair with various manners of gadgetry lining the walls, from guns to knives to scientifically-advanced weaponry. A long, ornate table unfolds between Bakura's chair and the bolted entrance, the floor underneath lined with red velvet carpet (only the best for the best, after all).
There is just one more touch that would make it home. Spaced every few meters from each other burns giant torches, throwing shadows that flicker across the dank stone walls. Perfect.
By now, Bakura has sifted through most of the contents of the Weapons Deck, and procured various articles of importance, mainly melee weapons of all sorts. He has also completed a well-needed spring cleaning. Setting a crimson throne up on a pedestal in the back, the large hall looks like a dark Medieval lair with various manners of gadgetry lining the walls, from guns to knives to scientifically-advanced weaponry. A long, ornate table unfolds between Bakura's chair and the bolted entrance, the floor underneath lined with red velvet carpet (only the best for the best, after all).
There is just one more touch that would make it home. Spaced every few meters from each other burns giant torches, throwing shadows that flicker across the dank stone walls. Perfect.
Current Mood:
cheeky

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