At first he hadn't been sure whether sneaking onto this trip would be worth the effort.
Now he knew: it was.
Sitting with his legs crossed right in the center of a 'high madness' zone, he all but basket in its harmful influence. The hot, stifling desert air that was thick with the corruption of bad miasma reminded him of a certain hidden room back at his home and the time before he had died, as well as the murderous atmosphere of the magic that they were using in the Dark Games. When he closed his eyes the occasional noises the other 'trainees' made could even pass as the wails of the evil spirits that he had grown up with.
It wasn't quite the same, but it was close.
Sitting relaxed and with his eyes still closed, a small unconscious smile spread over his face. Maybe for the first time in centuries he felt at ease and happy.
[Yami Bakura | Open | High-Level Madness]
Now he knew: it was.
Sitting with his legs crossed right in the center of a 'high madness' zone, he all but basket in its harmful influence. The hot, stifling desert air that was thick with the corruption of bad miasma reminded him of a certain hidden room back at his home and the time before he had died, as well as the murderous atmosphere of the magic that they were using in the Dark Games. When he closed his eyes the occasional noises the other 'trainees' made could even pass as the wails of the evil spirits that he had grown up with.
It wasn't quite the same, but it was close.
Sitting relaxed and with his eyes still closed, a small unconscious smile spread over his face. Maybe for the first time in centuries he felt at ease and happy.
((ooc: Action and prose are both welcome!))