Raz leads the way. The inside, much larger than the outside, contains a pretty normative circus. Bakura, in many respects is lucky; a year or two back and this setting would've felt a lot more hostile. But Raz has since dealt with that particular personal demon, so the circus remains just a circus.
More noticable is the dark burnt spot on the main tent, where a number of clowns and acrobats are standing around, surveying the damage.
Raz walks up to them. "Any luck?"
One of the clowns shrugs. "Dunno. It's pretty damaged. Could be problems." He emphasizes by honking his nose.
Raz sighs. "Great." He turns to Bakura. "Wanna see the damage inside?"
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Date: 2006-02-25 01:07 am (UTC)More noticable is the dark burnt spot on the main tent, where a number of clowns and acrobats are standing around, surveying the damage.
Raz walks up to them. "Any luck?"
One of the clowns shrugs. "Dunno. It's pretty damaged. Could be problems." He emphasizes by honking his nose.
Raz sighs. "Great." He turns to Bakura. "Wanna see the damage inside?"