[Orb, Day 4] FIRST IMPRESSIONS ARE IMPORTANT

[goldeneyeball]

[Anyone Orb-gazing is treated to an extreme close up of a big, gross, yellow eye.]

Th' hell is this thing supposed to be?

[The eye moves. A mouth appears. A couple of the teeth are missing. The man bits his lip and sucks air between his teeth, as if he were trying to dislodge a stubborn shred of lettuce. All the while he mutters to himself as he inspects the damage in his reflection. He's got a busted lip.]

[It's then that something occurs to him. His expression blanches as he leans away from the glowing sphere, revealing the polished steps of the castle behind him.]

Oh, God, you're probably magic aren't you...They said somethin' about that, didn't they? [He gives it a little shake.] Hello? Is this thing on? Operator? How do you change the channel on this damn thing...What'r you lookin' at? [He turns to glower at one of the castle servants who had lingered on the steps to watch him only for a moment.] That's right, keep walkin'...

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[goldeneyeball]

Well I'm not fighting any unspecified evil for anyone here

[That was sort of his job back home. He'd grown to like Hawksaw and the people that lived there. This place? How bout no.]

[shiromadoushi]

[[a small shrug]] Not everyone does. Unless you have something to protect, it doesn't mean that much, right?

[[His brothers still back in the City had that same general mindset. They protected Hell Towers and fought against anything that might destroy the Porter and get them sent home so that they could stay together. If it weren't for Ben being there... Bakura would probably be of a similar mindset of JW. Only far more bitter and angry.]]

[goldeneyeball]

[JW settles for looking displeased with the world at large and lapses into silence. He isn't exactly sure how to 'turn off' the Orb.]

[shiromadoushi]

[[...awkward...]] ..I say something wrong...?

[goldeneyeball]

[JW grunts and shakes his head.]

How d'you turn this thing off?

[shiromadoushi]

Oh! You do a wave like thi--

[[and in demonstrating, he manages to turn it off on his end. Good job, Bakura. Good job.]]

I'VE DONE THE SAME THING WITH A CELL PHONE

[goldeneyeball]

[JW's brows drift upwards. Huh, that easy? He tries it himself and soon the orb is hanging safely around his neck again.]

Well lookit that. Huh.