[She's several thousand years too early to know what dialogue options are, but there are two on her wheel right now:
Want to play? · Against you? Always. · I don't have time for this.
Because there's so much she has to do, so much that she can't catch a break even on festival days, and the religious rituals that hold the country together, that connect the people to their gods, are her job to see to, the wheel of the year turns steady and unstoppably and will wait for no lazy priestess who falls asleep in the holiest-holy god-shrine, and Bakura luring her away from that will be nothing but trouble, nothing but chaos.
...but she's so bored. After her dreams, rituals that act like the statues are the real bodies of the gods feels like clumsy child's playacting, what is even the point of parading them around and making them kiss when she's dreamed what they really look like? It'd be a violation of tradition to say anything, though, and while she's greatly favored by the king as an only daughter, she's already pressed her luck hard...
When's the last time she did anything she was actually excited about?
And, Bakura....she loves Bakura like Isis loves Nepthys, she's missed Bakura, and she's concerned that Bakura is going out and getting herself hurt just because she can, and -- this soon after Bakura came back, it feels wrong to push her away.
Their foreheads press together, and that look on Bakura's face is absolutely shameless, though. Atem can read a face as skillfully as she can read the mood of a crowd, but it doesn't take much to see that Bakura looks like she wants to eat her. What is that? She knows Bakura's never cared much for decorum, hasn't been restricted by what's expected of her in the same way Atem has, but surely this isn't really about a tryst, because this advance is very sudden. Something's up. Something's happened.
Eyes, eyes so bright they look red in daylight, search Bakura's face from inches away, flicking over her -- there's that intelligence, that curiosity, that sharp analysis that she only digs up when she cares about what she's looking at. This isn't simple, is it? There's a hidden room, and Bakura is dangling one key in front of her, but it's a trick, and she can't see the true shape of this yet.
The best way to find out is going to be to play, she knows. She doesn't have enough pieces yet to determine the final shape of the puzzle, and in order to see more, she has to engage. Put some skin in the game, so to speak.
She doesn't seriously think Bakura's going to try to sleep with her, though. It's just an opening move, meant to get her interest, as calculated an attack as you're not capable is to her pride.
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Want to play?
· Against you? Always.
· I don't have time for this.
Because there's so much she has to do, so much that she can't catch a break even on festival days, and the religious rituals that hold the country together, that connect the people to their gods, are her job to see to, the wheel of the year turns steady and unstoppably and will wait for no lazy priestess who falls asleep in the holiest-holy god-shrine, and Bakura luring her away from that will be nothing but trouble, nothing but chaos.
...but she's so bored. After her dreams, rituals that act like the statues are the real bodies of the gods feels like clumsy child's playacting, what is even the point of parading them around and making them kiss when she's dreamed what they really look like? It'd be a violation of tradition to say anything, though, and while she's greatly favored by the king as an only daughter, she's already pressed her luck hard...
When's the last time she did anything she was actually excited about?
And, Bakura....she loves Bakura like Isis loves Nepthys, she's missed Bakura, and she's concerned that Bakura is going out and getting herself hurt just because she can, and -- this soon after Bakura came back, it feels wrong to push her away.
Their foreheads press together, and that look on Bakura's face is absolutely shameless, though. Atem can read a face as skillfully as she can read the mood of a crowd, but it doesn't take much to see that Bakura looks like she wants to eat her. What is that? She knows Bakura's never cared much for decorum, hasn't been restricted by what's expected of her in the same way Atem has, but surely this isn't really about a tryst, because this advance is very sudden. Something's up. Something's happened.
Eyes, eyes so bright they look red in daylight, search Bakura's face from inches away, flicking over her -- there's that intelligence, that curiosity, that sharp analysis that she only digs up when she cares about what she's looking at. This isn't simple, is it? There's a hidden room, and Bakura is dangling one key in front of her, but it's a trick, and she can't see the true shape of this yet.
The best way to find out is going to be to play, she knows. She doesn't have enough pieces yet to determine the final shape of the puzzle, and in order to see more, she has to engage. Put some skin in the game, so to speak.
She doesn't seriously think Bakura's going to try to sleep with her, though. It's just an opening move, meant to get her interest, as calculated an attack as you're not capable is to her pride.
Dialogue option: selected.
She grins.]
Against you? Always.