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darkmus posted already, but we had an Internet access snafu, coupled with LiveJournal's mobile site failing to post yesterday (note: never ever write something straight into that -- you will definitely be forced to rewrite!) and my son getting sick.
But, here we are! I'm rather excited to see where it goes from here. :D I hope this falls in line with the plot so far; I always worry that I take too many liberties with these things...
Jounouchi walked up the back sidewalk to the stadium for the third time, checking vantage points and surveying the empty street. He touched his ear piece. "Status inside the arena?" He could hear the shouting and cheering of the crowd -- just a distant rumble outside -- over each man's piece as they gave the all-clear. He looked around one last time as he took his cell phone out of his pocket selected the second speed dial. Kaiba answered on the third ring. "We're clear inside and our, sir."
Kaiba snorted; apparently the sarcasm wasn't lost. "You've said that before, and I got shot."
Jounouchi kept his composure, but he much prefer Kaiba when they were away from the other personnel. It was always a working relationship, but sometimes it felt more amiable than these public outings. "You're not dead." Kaiba hung up, and Jounouchi looked around again as he slipped the cell into his pocket. As the limo pulled up Jounouchi walked towards it, checking his holster.
Kaiba emerged from the limo in a swirl of purple, contrasted with that white suit he saved for sticking out on special occasions. With his briefcase clenched in one fist, he surveyed the area before letting Jounouchi lead him to the back door of the stadium. "Avoid shooting anyone today, if you can; these international shoot-outs cause so much paperwork and red-tape these days."
"Ugh, I don't know why you're doing this in in Europe anyway; Japan has more than enough high-ranked duelists, and I know the area like the back of my hand." If there was one thing the street-fighting circuit had been good for in his current work, it was in knowing the underground.
"This isn't about the duelists, this is about making Kaiba Corporation's VR technology number one in Europe. By the time I'm done with this continent Schraider Company will be nothing but a memory." They reached the arena and made their way backstage; on the other side of the curtain the crowd was starting to sound impatient. Kaiba shoved the briefcase into Jounouchi's arms and took a microphone from the waiting arena employee. "Watch and learn."
The curtain swept back; the glare of the spotlight made Jounouchi squint, but Kaiba seemed unaffected. He lifted the microphone, but the crowd fell to such a hush that he probably didn't need it at all. With a flourish and a shit-eating grin, Kaiba shouted, "Welcome to the Grand European Duel Monsters Virtual Tournament!"
The crowd exploded with applause and cheers, and Jounouchi shook his head. His job would have been much easier if Kaiba had even a modicum of discretion. Still, the adulation and excitement was contagious, and Jounouchi found himself yearning for the old days, back when Duel Monsters had been fun, when the future had been limitless, when friendship cured the worst of their ills.
Jounouchi stilled; there was an itching at the nape of his neck. Something didn't feel right. He hefted the briefcase under one arm, sagging a bit under the weight of Kaiba's case as he touched his ear piece again. "Report?" The all clear came in, and the crowd fell silent again as Kaiba covered the rules of the virtual tournament -- and at once Jounouchi felt and heard the subtle vibration of the suitcase. He practically slammed his palm against the ear piece. "All stage security to my location, stat!"
He lowered the case gingerly to the ground. Kaiba was still talking, but thankfully he'd made sure that Jounouchi knew the security code for emergencies. The four-person team arrived as he was pushing the lid open.
"Is that -- "
Jounouchi nodded, looking over his shoulder to where Kaiba was putting on a show, then back to the briefcase. Someone didn't want this tournament to happen -- someone wanted Kaiba dead. "We've got a bomb. Enact security protocol delta."
And I haven't had a chance to comment, but I've really enjoyed everyone's entries! <3shirohime777, good luck! I figure you've got an open slate from here. :D
Edit; Sorry about the fubar'd formatting; fixed it! :D
darkmus posted already, but we had an Internet access snafu, coupled with LiveJournal's mobile site failing to post yesterday (note: never ever write something straight into that -- you will definitely be forced to rewrite!) and my son getting sick.But, here we are! I'm rather excited to see where it goes from here. :D I hope this falls in line with the plot so far; I always worry that I take too many liberties with these things...
Jounouchi walked up the back sidewalk to the stadium for the third time, checking vantage points and surveying the empty street. He touched his ear piece. "Status inside the arena?" He could hear the shouting and cheering of the crowd -- just a distant rumble outside -- over each man's piece as they gave the all-clear. He looked around one last time as he took his cell phone out of his pocket selected the second speed dial. Kaiba answered on the third ring. "We're clear inside and our, sir."
Kaiba snorted; apparently the sarcasm wasn't lost. "You've said that before, and I got shot."
Jounouchi kept his composure, but he much prefer Kaiba when they were away from the other personnel. It was always a working relationship, but sometimes it felt more amiable than these public outings. "You're not dead." Kaiba hung up, and Jounouchi looked around again as he slipped the cell into his pocket. As the limo pulled up Jounouchi walked towards it, checking his holster.
Kaiba emerged from the limo in a swirl of purple, contrasted with that white suit he saved for sticking out on special occasions. With his briefcase clenched in one fist, he surveyed the area before letting Jounouchi lead him to the back door of the stadium. "Avoid shooting anyone today, if you can; these international shoot-outs cause so much paperwork and red-tape these days."
"Ugh, I don't know why you're doing this in in Europe anyway; Japan has more than enough high-ranked duelists, and I know the area like the back of my hand." If there was one thing the street-fighting circuit had been good for in his current work, it was in knowing the underground.
"This isn't about the duelists, this is about making Kaiba Corporation's VR technology number one in Europe. By the time I'm done with this continent Schraider Company will be nothing but a memory." They reached the arena and made their way backstage; on the other side of the curtain the crowd was starting to sound impatient. Kaiba shoved the briefcase into Jounouchi's arms and took a microphone from the waiting arena employee. "Watch and learn."
The curtain swept back; the glare of the spotlight made Jounouchi squint, but Kaiba seemed unaffected. He lifted the microphone, but the crowd fell to such a hush that he probably didn't need it at all. With a flourish and a shit-eating grin, Kaiba shouted, "Welcome to the Grand European Duel Monsters Virtual Tournament!"
The crowd exploded with applause and cheers, and Jounouchi shook his head. His job would have been much easier if Kaiba had even a modicum of discretion. Still, the adulation and excitement was contagious, and Jounouchi found himself yearning for the old days, back when Duel Monsters had been fun, when the future had been limitless, when friendship cured the worst of their ills.
Jounouchi stilled; there was an itching at the nape of his neck. Something didn't feel right. He hefted the briefcase under one arm, sagging a bit under the weight of Kaiba's case as he touched his ear piece again. "Report?" The all clear came in, and the crowd fell silent again as Kaiba covered the rules of the virtual tournament -- and at once Jounouchi felt and heard the subtle vibration of the suitcase. He practically slammed his palm against the ear piece. "All stage security to my location, stat!"
He lowered the case gingerly to the ground. Kaiba was still talking, but thankfully he'd made sure that Jounouchi knew the security code for emergencies. The four-person team arrived as he was pushing the lid open.
"Is that -- "
Jounouchi nodded, looking over his shoulder to where Kaiba was putting on a show, then back to the briefcase. Someone didn't want this tournament to happen -- someone wanted Kaiba dead. "We've got a bomb. Enact security protocol delta."
And I haven't had a chance to comment, but I've really enjoyed everyone's entries! <3
shirohime777, good luck! I figure you've got an open slate from here. :DEdit; Sorry about the fubar'd formatting; fixed it! :D
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Date: 2011-03-22 03:45 am (UTC)I'm sure that we're all capable of understanding what is going on and bypass the weird formatting. :B
That being said... OMFG.
*FANGIRLS*
I loooove your Kaibas. He's such an asshole. XD <3
Also, how the hell did someone get a bomb THERE? o_o!
wtf!
Jounouchi, you better not get blown up! >:|
*looooves youuuu*
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Date: 2011-03-22 10:54 pm (UTC)Glad you liked it! <3
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