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Please don't bite the newbie!

Just a little to the left and open! [Sibyll announces triumphantly, standing up and pushing the door open to what should have been an unexplored ruin. Except it's not. Clearly confused, she takes a few steps into the bizarrely green courtyard. Pulling out a handgun, she looks around, clearly bewildered. Behind her, the door creaks shut and vanishes into the wall.]

Wait, no! [A little panicked, she presses her hand up against where the door used to be, tapping it lightly in an attempt to hear a hollow 'thump' that may indicate a hidden door. Not that there's any to be found.]

...Well, damn.

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...u-uhm.

[He looks a little awkward, trying to figure out how to phrase this in a way that won't offend her.]

There's a break room near here! The seats are pretty comfortable, too. And water won't be a problem. There's... no radiation.

Oh, right. I suppose that would be a benefit from being tossed into the past. [She chuckles dryly]

Lead the way.

It's that big a problem where you come from? Things must have really gone bad. It's a wonder anyone's still alive.

[He nods, and starts walking in the direction of the lounge. Strange... the idea that the world could be wrecked so badly in just three hundred years. He hopes his other didn't have anything to do with this. But then, evil power probably wouldn't need to irradiate anything.]

[She follows him, her expression brightening some as they talked.]

It's not as bad as other places. Lake Mead is clean and that's where the city gets its water from. But once you enter the desert proper, it's harder to find. And, since it is a desert and all, you need to have water on hand or you don't last very long.

Ah, I see! I've never been to a desert before, though my father has. He's an archelogist. From his descriptions, it sounds like it must be really hard to spend time out there. But it must be really fascinating and profitable, too.

[Let's see, the lounge was... around here somewhere. Just going to check the doors until-}

Ah! Here it is. Make yourself at home.

[The dim glow of the vending machines lit the darkened room softly, revealing the mass of comfortable chairs and small tables within. If it weren't for the view of the jungle from the window, it might have looked perfectly ordinary. Apart from the magazines, it was almost unnervingly neat and sterile, though the smell of coffee from the coffee machine indicated that people had been there recently.]

[Sibyll investigated the room a little before wandering over to the vending machine to glance at it. It listed what she assumed to be several brands of sodas with a final option of bottled water at the bottom. Pressing that rewarded her with a pleasantly cold bottle. With a grin to Ryou, she twisted off the top and took a few gulps.]

Ah, that felt good.

[She settles down in one of the chairs, and motions for Ryou to do the same.]

Who keeps this place up and running?

Sorry... I really don't know.

[Sitting down opposite her, he rests his hands on his knees.]

There's a scary woman in the cafeteria, but I don't think she's in charge of anything but food. Whoever's in charge, I think they're the one that sometimes speaks over the intercom. If they're in the building, they're somewhere hidden. I wouldn't be surprised if there were secret passageways all over the place. I've never seen any delivery vans or anything, but there always seems to be food... and whoever it is knows where we sleep.

Sounds like there's a lot of people here who seem to scare you. [Her comment certainly sounds casual enough, if a bit sympathetic.]

Where do we sleep?

...Just three.

[Kaiba, that lunch lady, and his other self. Three too many, really.]

There's dormitories on both the east and west sides of the building. Well, they're more like shared apartments. Whichever one you go to, you'll probably find they've slipped in in the middle of the night or sometime to leave you spare clothes and food. Or at least, that's how it was with me.

So we're being held here, but they're not directly threatening us and are taking care of us, in a sense. Your theory about all this being a ransom makes some sense.

But whoever this is must have considerable power if they're able to pull people through time. I wonder why us?

I can only think of one reason someone would want to get rid of me.

[He doesn't elaborate. Not yet, anyway.]

It could be a 'for hire' thing... and someone's being rewarded to 'remove' troublesome people from the timeline somehow. Or it could be that there's something we have that they want. This could all be a trap to lower everyone's guard and waste their energy.

But it's impossible to know the real answer just yet. There may be some clue on this island.

Hmm... [She could easily be described as 'troublesome'. Musing over the ideas Ryou has suggested, she takes another drink of water.]

You seem like a good kid. I can't imagine why anyone would want to get rid of you.

...

[He debates over explaining for a moment before shaking his head.]

More likely, it's not me they're trying to get rid of. There's something I have that I can't get rid of. It's something very dangerous to everyone around me, maybe even everyone in the world, but no matter what happens, I can't lose it. So maybe someone got rid of me, in order to get rid of that.

That must be hard.

[Her expression has gone gentle as has her voice.]

What is this thing that's stuck itself to you?

This.

[Drawing it out, he holds up the golden Ring, looking serious. For all he knows, she might take it as a joke. That's fine if she does, but he doesn't want anyone else caught unawares.]

My father bought it from a strange man he met in Egypt, and sent it to me as a gift. He didn't know what it was.

This is the Millennium Ring. It's a cursed object dating back over three thousand years. Nobody knows who made it, or why, but it's one of several magical artifacts.

[She doesn't laugh, but neither does she look entirely convinced.]

Magic?

[She's certainly seen a lot of strange things in the Mojave, but never anything that could even be called magic. Curious, she reaches out to touch it. If that was gold, like it appeared to be, it must be worth a significant fortune.]

That's right.

[He doesn't pull it away, but he has to resist a sudden pull in his mind. If she was going to try to take it, his other wasn't going to back down easily. The weight of it alone signifies what it's made of; combining the age and the material, the Ring must be worth several thousand times more than its wearer.]

It's okay if you don't believe it. I don't have the ability to use its powers. The person inside of it does, but that person is dangerous. So maybe it's better if you don't see.

[While she did suffer from a severe case of sticky fingers, stealing from a kid just seemed low, even if he was dangling a fortune in front of her. Then again, he did entirely seem thrilled to be stuck with it. Intrigued by all of this, she idly traced the outer circle with her finger.]

There's person inside it?

[Sure the gold was temptingly shiny, but she was still paying attention.]

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[Well now, that does it. She's taking too much of an interest for his liking. The Ring glows slightly as Ryou is forcibly pulled out of control.]

Isn't that what he already told you?

[Yami Bakura smiles at her like a shark; all teeth and no actual happiness behind it. Just pure, calm and relentless ice.]

Your kind never believes anything they don't see with their own eyes, right?

[She stops, watching Yami Bakura warily, but regains her stride fairly quickly. She's had the 'pleasure' of dealing with split personalities before]

...I guess I now have the pleasure of talking to the person 'trapped' in this. And you are?

[She taps the ring for emphasis]

Does it matter?

[He leans back in the chair, watching her with just as much of a wary look. Of course Ryou would get into this with a complete stranger.]

If it matters, I don't have a name. It was erased from history... and my memories.

But you're wrong, 'Sibyll'. I'm not 'trapped'. I'm 'sealed'. There's a difference.

Sealed? [She raises an eyebrow, looking curious.]

How? Why?

[She's still fairly certain he's just a split personality, but that's no reason not to try and get more information.]

The how has been lost... As for the why, it's fairly obvious, wouldn't you say? I was sealed because I became a threat, and it was the only way to prevent me from becoming something much worse.

[He won't admit that he doesn't know the details. Most of it's educated guesswork tied back to the tablet at Kul Elna and the situation in general.]

I've spent the last three thousand years sealed in the Millennium Ring as a result. Transferring from host to host in search of the 'keys' to that power.

Hehehe. If you don't believe me, you could always try putting the Ring on for yourself. Though if it doesn't think you're worthy, the price might be high.

[It might even be death.]

I think I'd rather fence you off for caps and a new gun. Maybe use you to decorate my wall.

[She's still really not sure how all of this works, but she's rather missing the much nicer Ryou.]

What made the kid 'worthy' of having you inflicted on him?

Too bad. But that's impossible.

[He shakes his head at that question. These people... Well, he doesn't intend to be out here long, at any rate. He mostly came out as a warning. Just in case.]

My 'landlord' and I don't exactly see eye to eye, but this body is one I feel comfortable in. Since he didn't die from the Ring's defenses against weaker hosts, I decided to keep him. He's troublesome, but he's a good host. And a good cover, when he isn't revealing my existence out of a paranoid fear that I'm going to murder the next person he meets.

Besides... thanks to him, I found what I was looking for all these years.

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(Must...resist...Yugioh Abridged jokes...)

(Ahahaha trust me, I make more than enough.)

(Sibyll's going to steal your gaydar, Bakura!)

(Nooooo! He needs that to find gay people! Like Marik.)

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