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Thief King Bakura (AU) ([personal profile] shegypt) wrote in [community profile] digipara2021-06-30 03:01 pm

killing is overwhelming; dying might just be your thing (rule 63 bakuratem)



[ New moons are Bakura's favorites.

How could they not be? Less light, less sense of being watched over by something ineffable and yet uncaring. And so reliably they appear, cycling through the sky, faithfully permitting the people to mark their calendars by them - as if something regular is, by its mere ordinariness, made more worthy of enshrining.

Bakura sees things differently. The moon always returns, yes. But, like an egg swallowed by a snake, it always disappears, too.

She reappears in the capital, in the palace, on a very special new moon indeed. With all she's learned on her...pilgrimage...it's easy to infiltrate, now, for not even the guards notice the Beautiful Festival of the Valley has obtained a guest who, if not uninvited, was unexpected. After all, what is there to see? One more supplicant, hood up, flowers held in one jeweled hand. If she slouches over she might even trick people into seeing someone other than herself, someone who isn't out of place in a shendyt. She's not built to Egyptian beauty standards, and besides, she likes her new red coat.

Nothing's changed here. She hadn't expected it to. People are still getting drunk off their asses in the name of holiness; people with more power are still trying to figure out how to snatch it from people with less. The boy people once had tried to get Bakura to befriend - let the foundlings stick together! - until he proved to be such a pompous ass she tried to drown him in the lily pond is, true to the stick that's been up his butt since birth, lecturing some peon or other on propriety. Being scolded by the old man who's taken him under his wing.

Bakura is going to kill that old man last.

No, her target is elsewhere, will be somewhere there's no clamor, because she's all about duty now, isn't she, duty and honor and family and nobility, and it's a good thing Bakura hasn't eaten yet because she just might retch (psyche, she thinks it's funny, but in a fashion that makes her want to break shit, which is how most of Bakura's humor goes nowadays). So with that in mind -

Ah. There. Cornered by the administrators who review the year's taxes, doing business even on a holy day, how terrible, surely someone must rescue this captive Princess. Bakura tosses the flowers she's holding onto someone's memorial - she doesn't even know who; these aren't for them, anyway - and slips around from the back.

She's tall for a woman. And the Princess is short. ]


Barley tithes and goatskins! Now this is a party.

[ Her grin is feral, crooked on one side. Nearly slashed through by a scar she hadn't been sporting when she'd snuck out of this very palace, an eternity and yet no time at all ago.

When she sees the administrator's face spasm like he's trying not to notice curdled cheese, it's like she never left! ]
knifemonopoly: ([event] that's gossip)

[personal profile] knifemonopoly 2021-07-01 02:03 am (UTC)(link)
You did it on purpose.

[Bakura...you shouldn't be breaking into magicians' tombs...Bakura, you're going to give her a heart attack and leave a power vacuum in the church.

As fun...as it used to be...to try to figure out the traps, see if they could get past...it's a bad idea.
]

Why on earth did you deliberately spring a buried magician's ka-trap?
knifemonopoly: ([event] locked away in permanent slumber)

[personal profile] knifemonopoly 2021-07-01 02:31 am (UTC)(link)
[AT LEAST ONE OF THOSE, YES.]

...you don't have to prove anything by getting hurt, you know. Everyone already knows you're strong, Bakura...no one doubts that! What matters is making it to the end.

[It's a miniature lecture, sure -- or it would be, if the tone were more harsh. As it is, her tone's gentle enough that it's barely even advice...what comes across is less preaching and more concern for a friend.]
knifemonopoly: ([event] ancient city style)

[personal profile] knifemonopoly 2021-07-01 12:23 pm (UTC)(link)
[Smooth dark brows draw up.

They're talking about the end of a tomb's trap-run, ostensibly; the goal at the end of obstacles, the game's victory conditions. But something about the way Bakura's skin flushes makes Atem think that's not all they're talking about.

Funny Bakura should bring up the end at this particular festival, where everyone remembers the dead, lending power to the people they've lost to the afterlife by saying their names and leaving offerings. They know, don't they, precisely what the end looks like? Even if she hasn't seen it, Atem has known what it will look like all her life.

And she knows what it'll look like getting there, doesn't she? She'll run the temple as gods-wife, until she marries someone and becomes his principal wife -- not the only one, but the one with greatest status, thanks to her birth as princess -- unless, of course, she's too old by the time her father dies and passes the throne on. Either way, she'll get a tomb, her last rites will be performed, and her name will join the others that get recited under the summer's new moon.

Bakura's end won't be that different, right? She'll get permission to have a tomb, Atem will see to that, and on it it'll have pictures of all of her adventures, and among her other titles and epithets, it'll say beloved of Ankhsunatem, great royal wife of Pharaoh Whatshisname.

So.....

....what's Bakura on about, here?
]

Don't I know what it looks like?

....

What do you expect is waiting for you, at the end of the game you're playing now?
sitra: (you'll be coming back)

[personal profile] sitra 2021-07-02 01:33 pm (UTC)(link)
[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.

Dialogue option: selected.

She grins.
]

Against you? Always.
knifemonopoly: ([event] gossip babble on)

[personal profile] knifemonopoly 2021-07-06 02:07 pm (UTC)(link)
[She takes the significantly-lightened jug.

Oh boy.

She raises it to her mouth, her eyes looking over the rim, and her words echo in it for a moment.
]

Just what do you have in mind?

[Atem doesn't expect to be told. She does expect that this will be messy. She also trusts her ability to think on her feet, to adhere to her principles, to play this game with Bakura without compromising herself or the kingdom.

She drinks much less of the wine than she pretends to. She'll want her wits about her for this. But, really, at a festival like this, after how hard she's been working, it wouldn't be unbelievable for her to act up a little bit...
]
sitra: (she'll rip your shirt)

[personal profile] sitra 2021-07-16 06:55 pm (UTC)(link)
[High Priestess Ankhsunatem looks at them expectantly.

When they hesitate, she lends her support. Because she's in, now, wanting to see where this is going, wanting to understand. She's not going to block Bakura's moves.
]

Was she unclear?
sitra: (you'll be coming back)

[personal profile] sitra 2021-07-27 01:53 pm (UTC)(link)
[...why not? She is, supposedly, publicly drunk, and what's this going to do? Show the court that Bakura has influence with the royal family? As if that's a secret.

Atem has been working very hard to fulfill the expectations on her and she's still not always taken seriously. So...why not cut a little loose? It's not like those dead statues she's responsible for are the real gods anyway. It has been so long since she's gotten to play...
]

Are you sure? It's been a long time. I might step on your feet.
knifemonopoly: ([event] just a)

[personal profile] knifemonopoly 2021-07-30 06:29 pm (UTC)(link)
Oh? Are you that good? Have you become such a skilled dancer while you were away that not even an out-of-practice priestess could step on your feet?

[Just confirming that that's what they're doing.]
knifemonopoly: ([event] and truth be told i never was yo)

[personal profile] knifemonopoly 2021-08-02 02:35 pm (UTC)(link)
[It's no secret Bakura's inclined to wander the marshes more freely than Atem has ever been able to. Men don't always find her charming, since she never seems afraid to get into trouble. She would be a very bad wife!

But...it's probably the wine hitting, Atem thinks, that's why she watches that happen and the skin of her face feels hot. It's a wine flush, alcohol does that, and wine's much more potent than beer. That's why she feels confined by her own skin, why no-one-traps-me fills her with hot envy, and a desire to compete.

Like Isis loves Nepthys indeed. Get it together, Ankhsunatem, you're not a girl on the edge of maturity at your first Hathor festival, you're the most powerful priestess in the two lands. And she's just been shit-talked, if obliquely, and she'll show Bakura who's trapped--!
]

Is that so?

Very well, then. Let's dance!

[It's been a while, but Atem launches into an old Hathor-worship dance, going to circle Bakura, modifying steps and gestures as she needs to if she's forgotten them or if she needs to make or close distance. She doesn't go for a foot stomp yet!]
sitra: (she'll rip your shirt)

[personal profile] sitra 2021-08-31 03:18 am (UTC)(link)
[It is hard not to get an eyeful! But Atem's determined to win, and not be distracted by the way Bakura's built, by the stretch of muscle under scarred skin that promises it's been earned, that she's been out there in the world, seeing it...

...she sees that opening. Is it deliberate, or is it a real chance to get a little foot-stomp past Bakura's guard? Either way, it'll be interesting...so, she'll take the opportunity, or the bait, whichever it is, and with a quick two-step in, try to get her foot on Bakura's. Will she win, or will she just trigger Bakura's next move?
]
knifemonopoly: ([event] it's the thing that you bring)

[personal profile] knifemonopoly 2021-09-11 10:18 pm (UTC)(link)
[She's expecting the foot one. Her weight's easy to shift; she can slide her foot out of the way, countering the counterattack, and bring her other foot around--

--but she's not looking out for an attempt to touch her. Surely not! The attempt to bring her opposite foot around is thwarted as she stumbles, pulled off-balance and off-rhythm by a hand at her back, bringing her forward! Her eyes widen.
]

Ah--!
knifemonopoly: ([event] with a pretty 16th century smile)

[personal profile] knifemonopoly 2021-09-23 09:04 pm (UTC)(link)
[Shit.

Atem feels like she's just swallowed a hot coal. Warmth starts in her face, then drops down low in her stomach, like a bolt of lighting from the sky to the ground. Only, instead of lightning, it doesn't disappear, it stays there, and, like a fool, her foot gets stepped on. Her shoe's dirty now, she notices distantly, followed by the thought, I've had enough wine. I've become drunk. Her pride stings, and it is much too warm in here.
]

You--

[Get it t o g e t h e r. Step 1: pull away! Get distance, to get a clear head! Ankhsunatem leans back, making a polite attempt to get out of the hold. With a burning face, and a smile she puts on that she hopes is gracious, Atem concedes, closing her eyes so her lashes brush the dark paint around them.]

The round goes to you.
knifemonopoly: ([event] and criminal tongues)

[personal profile] knifemonopoly 2021-10-02 02:54 pm (UTC)(link)
[She lossttttt, ughhhh, she lost and she's sweating and creeping hot embarrassment is crawling across her cheeks, not to mention over her skin everywhere she's been touched.

Atem folds her arms -- it is absolutely a protective wrapping-arms-around-yourself self-soothe disguised as closed-off body language, it's not as powerful as she'd like to make it look -- and shuts her eyes. She'll accept it with grace, with dignity befitting her station. After all, she's not the Pharaoh; she won't win every time.
]

I did warn you I was an out of practice dancer.

[Stop flushing. The flush is just the wine. That's it.

She needs to go lie down somewhere cool. Maybe the gardens, the ones her apartments open onto -- there's an artificial pond dug there that sounds very good right now.
]

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