[ Marik sniffs as he comes in. He's got a bag of books slung on his back - all topics. The only thing they seem to have in common is that they're hardbacks. ] I figured it'd be bigge--
[ But his opining about living quarters that are not his SWEET-ASS PENTHOUSE is abruptly cut off when he sees the object of his quest, and reacts as if some invisible third party has punched him in the immaculately-toned gut. Complete with a slight bending over. Jaw dropping. ]
T-that....!!
[ It had been bad to hear they were damaged, on the computer. His mind had gone all kinds of places and then worked itself back to a convincing argument about how it couldn't possibly be that bad, the Pharaoh has made miracles happen before, etc., something something every now and then he listens to his sister, destiny, something. But this....This.
Marik sinks to his knees in front of the coffin, bag thudding unneeded to the ground (sticking the cards in a book will...probably not help, here). The problem with hope is that when it leaves your body there's a hole where before you hadn't realized you were empty.
He's going to murder Ryslig. Like. As a concept. He's going to figure out a way to make it pay. He had an entire custom-built table created to house one of these things once, that's how valuable they are, how important they are for the future of the -
It's blasphemy, is what it is! The symbols of a King!
Marik trembles. He wants to explode. But he can't move. ]
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[ But his opining about living quarters that are not his SWEET-ASS PENTHOUSE is abruptly cut off when he sees the object of his quest, and reacts as if some invisible third party has punched him in the immaculately-toned gut. Complete with a slight bending over. Jaw dropping. ]
T-that....!!
[ It had been bad to hear they were damaged, on the computer. His mind had gone all kinds of places and then worked itself back to a convincing argument about how it couldn't possibly be that bad, the Pharaoh has made miracles happen before, etc., something something every now and then he listens to his sister, destiny, something. But this....This.
Marik sinks to his knees in front of the coffin, bag thudding unneeded to the ground (sticking the cards in a book will...probably not help, here). The problem with hope is that when it leaves your body there's a hole where before you hadn't realized you were empty.
He's going to murder Ryslig. Like. As a concept. He's going to figure out a way to make it pay. He had an entire custom-built table created to house one of these things once, that's how valuable they are, how important they are for the future of the -
It's blasphemy, is what it is! The symbols of a King!
Marik trembles. He wants to explode. But he can't move. ]