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[miserablefate]

This is stupid. Why do all of the lights have to be out for a game of tag anyway?

...Mytho, stay close to me.

[ooc: It's stupid, yet GUESS WHO'S IN THE HALLWAY ANYWAY?.]

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[madeinoblivion]

[A flashlight suddenly flicks on from behind, Throwing long shadows in front of them.]

[miserablefate]

[Fakir freezes, seeing their shadows stretch out in the light before them. Then, without another moment of hesitation, he takes Mytho's hand and starts off!]

Mytho! Run!

[madeinoblivion]

[Wild laughter from behind, gaining on them because hand-holding is a great slow-up, suckers!]

You won't be running very far!

[miserablefate]

[He's going as fast as he can! Unfortunately it's not quite fast enough though, especially when he and Mytho are attached by the hand. But he couldn't just leave him there!]

Shut up! You're not going to be getting us!

[madeinoblivion]

Hah! In your dreams!

[The light is gaining....gaining....And then just like that, the flashlight snaps off, and the hall is dark and silent again, the kind of quiet where blood could be heard pounding in your ears....or is that footsteps?

And then the heavy clap of a hand lands on Mytho's shoulder. The flashlight snaps back on, close and blinding. The replica's voice is sportingly cheerful]

Hello ladies! Thanks for playing! (Especially thanks for holding hands and making my job easier.)

Now you're both taggers.

[miserablefate]

[...Realizing the complete idiocy of what he had done, he lets go of Mytho as though something had bit his hand, but it's too late. YOU'VE JUST LOST THE GAME, FAKIR AND MYTHO.]

Damn it!

[Fakir's looking fairly annoyed at having been caught. He FAILED. If it had been a real chase in the dark they would have been dead. He frowns, but he looks a little less angry somehow.]

...Hn. Whatever. I'd be a better tagger anyway.

[Or rather, he hopes he is so he can redeem himself. He doesn't want to be branded as a total manhunt failure forever.]