[Open] Time is a valuable thing
Characters: Yami and whoever he meets along the way
Content: Yami starts learning the layout of his new home and meeting the people he'll now be either protecting or relying on to have his back - they'd better be up for the task
Setting: Anywhere on the Silvana
Time: Within hours after his job interview, so probably afternoon/evening some day right before leaving the Badlands
Warnings: Whatever you bring with you. So long as no one threatens him or a loved one so that he has to put on his SRSBZN!DUELIST confident-unto-arrogant poker mask, we're good. ^_~ And that'd take a LOT right now since he only has himself to worry about atm. He's actually a rather quiet, observe-and-learn-before-acting kinda guy when lives and souls aren't on the line.
Yami strolled the deck of his new home, the hot desert breeze stirring his wild hair and blowing his bangs across his eyes. The Silvana really was a beautiful vessel, and he was eager to learn his way around. "Know all the ways in and all the ways out," as Mahaad used to say. Hn, that reminded him - he'd need to send a message home, let them know where he was. He could do that later. In the meantime, though...
He changed directions abruptly, realizing that his plane should be arriving any time now. First place on his list to locate, then - the hanger.
Content: Yami starts learning the layout of his new home and meeting the people he'll now be either protecting or relying on to have his back - they'd better be up for the task
Setting: Anywhere on the Silvana
Time: Within hours after his job interview, so probably afternoon/evening some day right before leaving the Badlands
Warnings: Whatever you bring with you. So long as no one threatens him or a loved one so that he has to put on his SRSBZN!DUELIST confident-unto-arrogant poker mask, we're good. ^_~ And that'd take a LOT right now since he only has himself to worry about atm. He's actually a rather quiet, observe-and-learn-before-acting kinda guy when lives and souls aren't on the line.
Yami strolled the deck of his new home, the hot desert breeze stirring his wild hair and blowing his bangs across his eyes. The Silvana really was a beautiful vessel, and he was eager to learn his way around. "Know all the ways in and all the ways out," as Mahaad used to say. Hn, that reminded him - he'd need to send a message home, let them know where he was. He could do that later. In the meantime, though...
He changed directions abruptly, realizing that his plane should be arriving any time now. First place on his list to locate, then - the hanger.