Despite the new leader, chaos is a need he cannot deny.
[Bakura is standing outside of the car dealership...motorvehicle place thing. The store that sells things that get you from here to there. D-Wheels, cars, Segways, that sort of thing. Bakura's standing outside of it, yes, but at a fair distance. In his hand is a kitchen timer, in his other is a ball of explosives. He's eying the business with a determined gaze, and he strides closer to the opening so he can walk in and set his trap.
Only the closer he gets, the slower his steps get and he stops about three feet from the door, staring it at it for a moment, before scurring back behind the pillar he had been peering from. His inherent fear of most moving vehicles is preventing him from getting anywhere with his diabolical plans. Perhaps a pep talk or some bitching out is in order.]
Only the closer he gets, the slower his steps get and he stops about three feet from the door, staring it at it for a moment, before scurring back behind the pillar he had been peering from. His inherent fear of most moving vehicles is preventing him from getting anywhere with his diabolical plans. Perhaps a pep talk or some bitching out is in order.]