"Alright then," Bakura-san says, and accepts April's hands.
Meanwhile, near Las Vegas, on the shore of Lake Mead, Ryou Bakura stiffens in surprise as he feels the presence of April's mind reaching out to find him.
"Bloody Hell..." he whispers out loud. His voice is tenor-pitched, and like his father, he has an English accent. Malik?
It's not me, Nekhnet, answers the spirit in a light baritone, also with an accent, though his is half-way between English and something else that's vaguely Arabic. His voice is also hoarse, as if he's permanently stricken with laryngitis.
(It's likely that April will be able to hear this exchange.)
Bakura nods absently, then tentatively reaches back to April's mind. Hello?
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Meanwhile, near Las Vegas, on the shore of Lake Mead, Ryou Bakura stiffens in surprise as he feels the presence of April's mind reaching out to find him.
"Bloody Hell..." he whispers out loud. His voice is tenor-pitched, and like his father, he has an English accent. Malik?
It's not me, Nekhnet, answers the spirit in a light baritone, also with an accent, though his is half-way between English and something else that's vaguely Arabic. His voice is also hoarse, as if he's permanently stricken with laryngitis.
(It's likely that April will be able to hear this exchange.)
Bakura nods absently, then tentatively reaches back to April's mind. Hello?