+1 elder god in human avatar form

[purpleshadeancient]

[Those outside in the courtyard are seeing an interesting sight today. A man in strange purple robes is sitting on the fountain, silent.

No, not on the rim. He's literally sitting on top of the cherub decoration on top of the fountain, apparently indifferent to the very distinct discomfort it has or the fact that his legs are getting utterly soaked from it.

Mantorok is... thinking. This was new. Strange. Being transported randomly was not, in fact, something that he tended to experience, even in his "avatar" form, as it were. That he could still feel his real body, however distant it was, is reassuring, and his magic hasn't seemed to suffer even slightly for it, which is equally comforting.

Or at least as comforting as an elder god would need.

He was a bit... curious about those who ran around in this world. Were the people around here similarly teleported by some force? It certainly wasn't Trappers, and it wasn't as if different worlds was a strange concept.

But he's not about to go around asking people, no. Instead, he simply sits, and he waits, an aura thick with dangerous magic around him. Those who were even slightly curious about magic or the occult would find themselves drawn to him... while for those who had magic talent at all, it would be like a gigantic beacon, he's sure.

Waiting, always waiting for what it is that he wants... and this world would be no different. At least for right now.]

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[fluffydeathdealer]

[That ill omen... it draws him like a moth to the flame.

The Ring's attention had been caught easily by this new addition to the Campus, sending a warning signal that seemed to course right through the Spirit like a winter chill. Unnerving. Unnatural. He can't tell what it is that's disturbing the Ring, but despite it, he follows the signal to the courtyard and pauses there under the overhang that leads to the East Wing. In the shadows, he won't be seen too easily... he hopes.]

Heheh... Interesting. What an unfortunate place you've chosen to rest in.

[purpleshadeancient]

[He doesn't even bother to look over, but he can sense it. Interesting. This one isn't entirely human, but nor is it a disguise. A spirit in a still-living body... hm, it's been a while since he's seen a good possession.]

And what manner of dark soul has come to me today, hm?

[fluffydeathdealer]

[Bakura's eyes narrow suspiciously. An odd reaction. It seems like whatever it is the Ring's feeling from this guy isn't a fluke.]

Hey, hey, isn't it polite to introduce yourself first before asking someone else's name?

[purpleshadeancient]

You say that as if I care about the manners of humans at all.

[Hm... there's something else there he can sense. Something interesting. My my, this was already turning out to be worth it. And he only had to wait a few hours. He already likes this place.]

But very well. Come out and face me, and I'll tell you my name first.

[fluffydeathdealer]

Fine, then.

[Stepping out of the shadows, he approaches uncaringly, the Ring hanging around his neck once more with an eerie glow. He's the picture of ordinary, save for the hair; little more than a thug in appearance, with the way his clothes are unfastened and untucked.]

I don't care about manners either, to be honest. But even so, I like to know who I'm dealing with.

[purpleshadeancient]

A fair enough want. You may address me as "Manny." Many others have, throughout the ages.

[He smiles, but there's something so very off about that smile. It's a little too pointed, a little too smiley, like it's practiced rather than genuine.]

And now, yourself?

[fluffydeathdealer]

'Manny'?

[Oh, that's just suspicious. That smile doesn't ring true at all, and he finds himself unconsciously tensing in case of an attack.]

You can call me Bakura. Most people do.

[purpleshadeancient]

Yes, that is what I've been called. Is there a problem with it?

[His eyes sweep over Bakura appraisingly, and then he just laughs. His laugh has a very dark note, though, a tinge under it that sounds almost insane.]

Now now. No need to be so nervous. I'm not in a mood to get into a fight, at present. [Mostly helped by the fact that he's still weaker than he would like.] "Bakura," is it... and what of the one who shares your body? Or whose body you share?

[fluffydeathdealer]

Not really. It just doesn't seem to suit someone like you.

[He tenses further at that laugh. Don't make fun of him! It's not helped by how easily this lunatic can tell he's a spirit. Just what sort of power does this guy hold?]

Kh... Nervous? I prefer the term 'prepared'. But it seems you can see right through me... [He scoffs, resting his hand on his hip as he looks up at the stranger.]

'Ryou Bakura' is my host's name.

[purpleshadeancient]

So you use the name of your host... forgot your own, then?

[Well, he wasn't intentionally making fun of you...]

[fluffydeathdealer]

What can I say? People get pissed off enough, they'll strike you from history.

[purpleshadeancient]

Quite often, in fact! I think I last remember somewhere in the hundreds for people erased completely from history.

[fluffydeathdealer]

Oh? Then you must have a long memory... Interesting. You don't look like a spirit.

[purpleshadeancient]

That would be because I'm not. I'm something far more long-lasting!

[fluffydeathdealer]

Oh? And just what might that be, oh great and powerful one?

[purpleshadeancient]

Take a guess. It shouldn't be hard, especially not for one unattached as you are.

1/3

[fluffydeathdealer]

[Something that lasts longer than a spirit...?]

2/2

[fluffydeathdealer]

[Impossible-! This guy is-?!]

[fluffydeathdealer]

Hehheheheh... HAHAHAHAHA! I get it! Something that lasts longer than the souls of the lost? That means something older than humanity itself!

Then you're some kind of god?! Don't make me laugh! Since when do gods have this sort of atmosphere around them?

[purpleshadeancient]

Correct! [He claps his hands together.] But!

[He holds up a finger, grinning a grin that's far more unsettling than his smile.]

I'm not the type of God that humans look to. I'm something a bit different. Can you guess what it is?

[fluffydeathdealer]

Beats me. If you're a God that isn't worshipped by humans, all I can think is that you're from the demon's world.

[purpleshadeancient]

Demon's world... I suppose that's one way of putting it, yes. I was worshiped once, for about two thousand years... Hm, I wonder how long ago that was. A millennia? A decade? A couple centuries?

[He brushes a bit of his hair out of his face, and even that gesture seems rehearsed.]

The fact of the matter is, I'm not like the gods that most idolize. The Christian one, or "Ra" from Egypt, or even the Japanese and Greek pantheons... humans always latch onto the most silly ideas at times. And then they never see what lurks under the surface.

Heheheh... for the best, perhaps. Most don't seem to survive peeking through the veil. At least not intact...

[fluffydeathdealer]

[This guy... What is he, really?

Bakura moves almost before he's decided, climbing the fountain to balance on the edge of the cherub's base. It's awkward, especially in this body, but he wants to take a closer look. This guy is strange and stirs his curiosity. As much distaste as he has for the gods... he wants to know more about this one.

Don't mind him invading your personal space, Manny. If you even have any.]

It's hard to be frightening with a name like yours, Manny-kun.

[purpleshadeancient]

[Manny makes no attempt to move, not even flinching as Bakura's suddenly invading what would be his personal space, if he had any concept of such a thing. As it is, he simply meets Bakura's eyes, holding a stare.]

Oh? Is it that unintimidating?

[His eyes are as about as purple as the rest of him, though at this distance Bakura can see that they gleam with a faint, inhuman light. The longer he stares into those eyes, the more pronounced the glow grows...

And then the weird things begin to happen.

Whispers, poking at the back of his head at first, then rising so subtly that he could be forgiven for missing them until they were loud enough to be almost speaking right into his ears. The words are unknown, some harsh, some faint, some angry, some sorrowful, all whispering and ethereal. There's an odd sense of shifting, as if he's not entirely on the base of that statue anymore, but instead at the edge of a deep, black pit.

The longer he holds the gaze, the more Bakura begins to stare into the abyss... and this time, the abyss is looking back.]

[fluffydeathdealer]

[That light is almost hypnotic in its beauty and for a moment he's too distracted to answer. It's like drowning in violet. Like an indescribable flood of unnatural light that draws him even as it frightens him. Don't look, his mind warns suddenly, the Ring's warnings growing even more harsh as that ill omen just grows.

He considers drawing away but it's then that he notices the voices, indecipherable and twisted, swelling within his head. They rise out of nowhere to overwhelm his mind, leaving him confused and dizzy... and then the feeling of imbalance strikes him.

Balanced haphazardly as he is, the dizziness becomes dangerous fast. He feels like the stand below him is falling away, like if he looks down he'll see everything's disappeared. But that feeling of unease warns him away from looking. Part of him feels like if he looks down, he'll see something even he doesn't want to see.

Don't look. If you keep looking, it'll be too late! his mind shrieks and he blinks, eyes widening before squeezing shut with a force of will that almost makes him feel sick.

Closing his eyes and pressing his hand to his head, he notices the way his body is shaking with surprise. Rage surges within him and without thinking, he grabs for the man's robes, gripping them firmly and violently as if considering pulling the man off the statue.]

What... the hell was that?! What did you do?!