Well that wasn’t exactly his most graceful exit from a Ghost Portal, more or less tossed into one by an explosion on the other side. What’s worse, he had no idea where he ended up this time. It certainly didn’t look like any place in the Ghost Zone he’d ever been to, and it definitely wasn’t Amity Park. He sat on the ground, gingerly rubbing the back of his head where it had hit the wall when he slammed backwards into it, blinking around in confusion, not even noticing that there was someone standing in clear view of everything that had just happened the last few seconds.

It was my second trial, the first time I met Phoenix. And he was wearing a Pink sweater. And he ate a necklace. With poison residue.

[Text: ???] It makes a lot of sense, considering came back from the dead twice so far. How else would you explain that? [/sent]

The fries there are really soggy.

“The plan was fine,” Bakura grumbled, voice brittle as his eyes slid off to the side. Deliberately avoiding eye-contact, Bakura gave a distracted wave of his hand, “Now the execution...” A faint series of coughs cluttered into the rest of the statement, muffling the actual words, “Might-have-been-lacking.”

He notices Apollo! He’s trying to somehow telepathically ask Apollo why he just did that. Is it working.

( . i literally had to go jump around my room for a while bc??? that makes me unbelievably happy???? seriously, with me, flattery will get you everywhere. when you’er from a big fandom or group, people just tend to forget! i don’t blame them since i’m not particularly interesting, though. and i don’t want to sound selfish but please do!!! it would mean sososososososososo much to me!! )