[February 7th] [Yu-Gi-Oh! 5Ds] Dusk
Title: Dusk
Day/Prompt: February 7th - You Know They Got a Hell of a Band
Fandom: Yu-Gi-Oh! 5Ds
Character/Pairing: Kalin Kessler, Radley
Rating/Warning(s): G/K, pre-Crash Town arc, references songs Human by the Killers and Fallen by Sarah MacLachlan, both songs that could easily fit Kalin
By Lucky_Ladybug
Crash Town was a strange town with an even stranger name. Kalin recognized that long before he even saw the town in person. His travels had led to his hearing many strange rumors about the place, where people in need or want of money could find it by dueling for one of the two ruling forces there. The losers being shipped off to the dyne mines to suffer for the rest of their lives had immediately attracted him and he had determined that it would make the perfect place for him to begin his penance.
It was nearing dusk when he finally arrived, and he caught the tail-end of the nightly duel. The strange fake guns that unfolded into duel disks were outlandish. The entire set-up looked like something out of a Western movie. But he was only more attracted, not less, and he followed one of the groups into the local saloon for a talk. He wasn't even of legal drinking age yet, but oddly enough, he wasn't stopped or carded. Apparently this town was like the Old West in even more ways than he had thought.
The band performing on the stage was both loud and good. Kalin listened briefly to their rousing rendition of The Killers' song Human, but soon turned his attention to his quarry. He had already been noticed, too, and the group leader with the long, dark hair looked up at him. "What do you want, kid?"
Kalin came in close so he wouldn't have to yell over the band. "I want to duel," he said. "How do I go about signing up for that?"
"You see me," the man said. "The name's Radley. Are you any good?"
Kalin pulled his deck out of his pocket. "You tell me."
They had a simple duel on the table, without duel disks or holograms. It wasn't long and Radley was obviously impressed. When Kalin won, he was even moreso.
"Kid, you are going to go places," he grinned. "Thanks to you, Malcolm's winning streak in this town is sure to be over."
Kalin gave a nod, pleased. What he didn't say, of course, was that what he wanted was to lose, not to win.
He paused as the band's current song really penetrated into his soul. "But it's one misstep, one slip before you know it, and there doesn't seem a way to be redeemed. . . ."
There certainly wasn't. But at least finally he was on the road to truly suffering for what he had done.
Day/Prompt: February 7th - You Know They Got a Hell of a Band
Fandom: Yu-Gi-Oh! 5Ds
Character/Pairing: Kalin Kessler, Radley
Rating/Warning(s): G/K, pre-Crash Town arc, references songs Human by the Killers and Fallen by Sarah MacLachlan, both songs that could easily fit Kalin
By Lucky_Ladybug
Crash Town was a strange town with an even stranger name. Kalin recognized that long before he even saw the town in person. His travels had led to his hearing many strange rumors about the place, where people in need or want of money could find it by dueling for one of the two ruling forces there. The losers being shipped off to the dyne mines to suffer for the rest of their lives had immediately attracted him and he had determined that it would make the perfect place for him to begin his penance.
It was nearing dusk when he finally arrived, and he caught the tail-end of the nightly duel. The strange fake guns that unfolded into duel disks were outlandish. The entire set-up looked like something out of a Western movie. But he was only more attracted, not less, and he followed one of the groups into the local saloon for a talk. He wasn't even of legal drinking age yet, but oddly enough, he wasn't stopped or carded. Apparently this town was like the Old West in even more ways than he had thought.
The band performing on the stage was both loud and good. Kalin listened briefly to their rousing rendition of The Killers' song Human, but soon turned his attention to his quarry. He had already been noticed, too, and the group leader with the long, dark hair looked up at him. "What do you want, kid?"
Kalin came in close so he wouldn't have to yell over the band. "I want to duel," he said. "How do I go about signing up for that?"
"You see me," the man said. "The name's Radley. Are you any good?"
Kalin pulled his deck out of his pocket. "You tell me."
They had a simple duel on the table, without duel disks or holograms. It wasn't long and Radley was obviously impressed. When Kalin won, he was even moreso.
"Kid, you are going to go places," he grinned. "Thanks to you, Malcolm's winning streak in this town is sure to be over."
Kalin gave a nod, pleased. What he didn't say, of course, was that what he wanted was to lose, not to win.
He paused as the band's current song really penetrated into his soul. "But it's one misstep, one slip before you know it, and there doesn't seem a way to be redeemed. . . ."
There certainly wasn't. But at least finally he was on the road to truly suffering for what he had done.