((and at last the starter! Thanks for being so patient!!) Thanks to the tablet at this museum, most of the exhibits were already up and wandering about. A new shipment of exhibits had come in the night prior, including a new Pharaoh, which was of interest to most of the museum. They already had a Pharaoh here, Netuahkra, and they were curious about this new fellow and what he was like. The gangsters were the first to the Archives, their leader eager to see this so called 'Ahkmenrah'.
Ahkmenrah gasped as his tablet brought the life back to his body. He took a moment to think, getting his thoughts back in order while trying to fight off the rising panic his claustrophobia caused. Larry had told him last week that he was being temporarily transferred to a different museum. The night guard had been against it from the beginning but he couldn’t exactly say no to the board.
Ahk really didn’t want to stay in his sarcophagus and so with a calming breath he pushed on the lid… Nothing happened. “No…” He whispered banging on the lid, “Hey!! Is anyone there?!”
Ahk froze and giggled, “oh no reason!” He said before casually walking back through the chaos that was the soccer game to get to Netuahkra.
Perry didn't know what to make of the Pharaoh's odd behavior, and simply tried not to dwell on it too much as he got back to the game. He hadn't been exactly acting like himself- maybe he took a ball to the head? Netuahkra wasn't doing much by his goal, as the gangsters were ridiculously adept at keeping the ball far from where any pilots could score points. He looked up when Ahkmenrah approached, eyebrow raised. "Should you not be on the other side?"
