[He'll be happy to answer those questions once the game is over.
For now, though, all eyes are on Jorgen, as he looks from one hand to the other, then at Katrina, then back at the other Yugi, the twisted mask of disgust on the human's face contrasting sharply with the intent but perfectly comfortable expression on the vampire's. Katrina's breaths come quick, in and out, and behind his mirror of a smile, the other Yugi can hear both their racing hearts. He's got to keep it together, though, this has to be done fairly, or it's no good, then he's just a killer abusing his power...
Finally, Jorgen spits out--
"You want me to die, don't you? You don't want me to air that tape! You're trying to kill me!"
Her eyes are wide and trembling, as she shakes her head, mute from fear, as he begins to laugh, uncontrollable and harsh.
"Well, I'll show you--"
He tucks the camera under one arm and snatches the flask out of the other Yugi's right hand. He shrinks back several feet, then spins the top off and downs it.
"Now you, monster freak."
The other Yugi looks down at the flask in his left hand, neutrally, maybe slightly annoyed?
He opens it, and he drinks it.
"Now. We wait and see."
They stand across from one another, waiting for the effects to hit. In a situation like this, it's hard to gauge the passage of time, but...eventually, Jorgen feels comfortable enough to speak up.
"Ha ha ha ha ha! I don't feel a thing! Looks like I got a pet monster!" the cameraman says. "What should I make you do? You've got to film something really good, like a m-murder, or..."
He pauses.
He sways, just a little, on his feet.
"Shit. Shit! You fucking bitch! You set me up!"]
She didn't do anything. She told you the truth!
[He grins a horrible grin as he tucks the flask he used away.]
You should really be able to trust the people you work with...you shouldn't assume the worst, Mr. Cameraman. Carrying around those kinds of poisonous thoughts....it's only a matter of time before they come back to poison you.
[Jorgen drops to his knees. Katrina presses her trembling hand to her mouth, tears welling up in the corners of her eyes.
The other Yugi looks down at him with merciless red eyes, and his dry, raspy voice is cold.]
You set up a dishonest trap. But, in the end, it was you who was caught...it's your career that's at an end, Mr. Cameraman.
[Jorgen seems to be having trouble focusing, staying upright...his body sinks to the ground, his eyes not quite closing, but he can't seem to stop himself from falling on the truly disgusting concrete. He breathes in, and breathes out, peacefully, but paralyzed.
cw misogyny, gendered swears, drugging
For now, though, all eyes are on Jorgen, as he looks from one hand to the other, then at Katrina, then back at the other Yugi, the twisted mask of disgust on the human's face contrasting sharply with the intent but perfectly comfortable expression on the vampire's. Katrina's breaths come quick, in and out, and behind his mirror of a smile, the other Yugi can hear both their racing hearts. He's got to keep it together, though, this has to be done fairly, or it's no good, then he's just a killer abusing his power...
Finally, Jorgen spits out--
"You want me to die, don't you? You don't want me to air that tape! You're trying to kill me!"
Her eyes are wide and trembling, as she shakes her head, mute from fear, as he begins to laugh, uncontrollable and harsh.
"Well, I'll show you--"
He tucks the camera under one arm and snatches the flask out of the other Yugi's right hand. He shrinks back several feet, then spins the top off and downs it.
"Now you, monster freak."
The other Yugi looks down at the flask in his left hand, neutrally, maybe slightly annoyed?
He opens it, and he drinks it.
"Now. We wait and see."
They stand across from one another, waiting for the effects to hit. In a situation like this, it's hard to gauge the passage of time, but...eventually, Jorgen feels comfortable enough to speak up.
"Ha ha ha ha ha! I don't feel a thing! Looks like I got a pet monster!" the cameraman says. "What should I make you do? You've got to film something really good, like a m-murder, or..."
He pauses.
He sways, just a little, on his feet.
"Shit. Shit! You fucking bitch! You set me up!"]
She didn't do anything. She told you the truth!
[He grins a horrible grin as he tucks the flask he used away.]
You should really be able to trust the people you work with...you shouldn't assume the worst, Mr. Cameraman. Carrying around those kinds of poisonous thoughts....it's only a matter of time before they come back to poison you.
[Jorgen drops to his knees. Katrina presses her trembling hand to her mouth, tears welling up in the corners of her eyes.
The other Yugi looks down at him with merciless red eyes, and his dry, raspy voice is cold.]
You set up a dishonest trap. But, in the end, it was you who was caught...it's your career that's at an end, Mr. Cameraman.
[Jorgen seems to be having trouble focusing, staying upright...his body sinks to the ground, his eyes not quite closing, but he can't seem to stop himself from falling on the truly disgusting concrete. He breathes in, and breathes out, peacefully, but paralyzed.
Katrina lets out a quiet, muffled whimper.]