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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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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.

Poor kid. What is stopping me from pulling this off his neck and ridding him of you?

[She taps the ring yet again. It certainly seems solid enough that she could yank it off.]

Murder? [A smirk crosses her lips.] You do realize you're in the body of a pre-teen, right?

Heh. Did you hear that, Ryou? She called you a pre-teen. Hehe. The baby face always throws people off, it seems.

Though you're right that this body is young, you're wrong to underestimate it. A woman your age should know that children are often chosen as soldiers due to their enemies' refusal to see them as threats. Even if Ryou is weak... I'm not.

As for the Ring...

[The prongs move suddenly, embedding themselves in Ryou's lower chest through his shirt.]

GYAHAHAHAHA! Go ahead and try! Even if you manage to pull it out of his body... you can take it a million miles away. It'll never be enough!

[With an eerie laugh, he relinquished the body, leaving Ryou doubled over with pain from where the Ring's prongs were still buried.]

Ryou?!

[Sibyll's up, out of her chair and at the boy's side. But she's also on guard in case his alter is pulling some sort of trick. She didn't have a chance to mention that while he was right, she also happened to be loosely allied with a group that employed similar tactics.]

Ugh... [He manages a smile, at least, though he looks pained.]

I'm alright... I've had this happen before. It used to happen any time I thought of taking it off.

It just hurts. That's all.

[He's tense from the pain, and a little pale, but seems otherwise alright.]

Sorry... I couldn't hold him back.

It's fine. I got the chance to see what your alter-ego is like, but sorry it hurt you in the process.

[She'll refrain from asking about shooting the creepy thing for now.]

Can... can you pull it out? I can at least help bandage you up.

Ahaha... It's alright. Don't worry. I've had worse.

[That really depends on the Ring, but to his relief, the prongs slide out easily this time - almost on their own. Like it was making a statement rather than a serious attempt to cling on. He breathes a sigh of relief once it's out, looking away from the blood-soaked metal.]

He wouldn't do anything to kill me.

[Or at least his body, but he's not specifying.]

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[Okay, now that she's seen the thing move on her own, she's more convinced that it's not the usual case of split personalities. Best to tread a bit more carefully, if only to keep it from abusing Ryou more.]

Were you... here while he was out, or does he shove you into some corner of your mind?

I black out. I thought at first that I was going crazy, but then I found out he was forcing me to sleep whenever he wanted my body.

[Wording, Ryou. You need to work on that.]

He used to put people into comas a lot, so I had to keep transferring school because I had a bad reputation for it. But once I got to Domino, he stopped doing that.

He can put people into comas?

[She's clearly been underestimating the evil little bauble. That thing definitely needs to be riddled with holes. Possibly nuked.]

That's right. Every time I blacked out, I'd wake up to find more of my friends in hospital. Nobody could figure out what was wrong with them. They just... suddenly went into comas and wouldn't wake up again.

[Not mentioning the soul-theft part. It's less complicated this way.]

Some present.

[Her tone was dry, but is now going back to gentle sympathy. It wasn't hard to feel bad for him, even if she still didn't entirely understand the hows and whys.

But you say he's stopped doing that? Have you blacked out much since you got here?

[Having some idea of how often the little monster was out and about would give her a good idea of how much to keep up her guard around the kid.]

A few times. Never for long. His 'target' isn't here, so... he doesn't have too much reason to come out.

He stopped putting people into comas after I met the holder of one of the other items. Though I started blacking out more around then, I wasn't hearing of any more people being put into comas.

[Other than him, he hadn't heard of anyone else being hurt.]

Thinking about it, it's probably good that I'm here, for 'his' sake.

His target? There's more of those things?!

[She sighs and takes another gulp of water. 300 years in the past and evil jewelry? This all felt too real for her to have just hit her head on something and be dreaming up.]

Yes; my friend Yugi Moto has the Millennium Puzzle. There's five others besides. According to my other, if the items are brought together by one person, that person can gain an unnatural evil power beyond anything else. So because of that, Yugi is a target of my other self. And he isn't the only one.

[Fumbling in his pocket, he finds the cold hardness of the Millennium Eye and draws it out, holding it out for her to see.]

My other... might have killed someone for this.

[She peers curiously at the gold sphere, but doesn't reach for it. It would have made a tempting target for her sticky fingers save for the fact that she thought it to be just as evil as the necklace and in need of being melted down.

After quietly thinking for a minute or two, she reaches out to gently place a hand on Ryou's cheek.]

If he did, there isn't anything you can do about it. And I can take care of myself, so don't worry about that. Appreciate the warning, though.

[He looks very happy to hear that. Tucking the Eye back into his pocket, he mentally thanks every God he knows of that she didn't try to shoot him the moment the 'other him' came out.

He really did not want to die.]

Thank you! That really reassures me. But this isn't a really good introduction to this place is it? Sorry, sorry.

[She finishes up the bottle of water, and almost tosses the cap in a pocket before eying it more closely. Plastic and probably wouldn't be worth anything compared to the usual metal bottle caps everyone traded with. A little annoyed, she tosses it all into the trash with a perfect throw.]

What else is there? Since you said 'school', I'm guessing a lot of empty classrooms.

Ah, are you a collector?

[He's rather curious, if not judgemental at all. After all, he collects Monster World figures; he'd be in a pretty poor position to judge.]

Well, there's the usual; art room, music room, infirmary, library, pool... [Ticking them off on his fingers as he goes.] I'd suggest getting your food from the home economics room and making it yourself, rather than going to the cafeteria. I haven't been to the northern wing yet, but it's probably just more classrooms.

There's dormitories on each side of the building, but they're shared, so it really depends how much you're willing to trust strangers. I guess it must have been a boarding school at some point, but the location's a little odd. Schools aren't usually set up on secluded islands, especially not surrounded by jungles. It was probably a very exclusive place, if it was ever functional.

A collector? [Right, he's probably used to *actual* money versus bottle caps. She laughs, idly wondering what Japanese Pre-War money looks like.] Sort of.

What's wrong with the cafeteria? [In her mind, nothing can be as bad as the 200-year-old Pre-War packaged stuff. But she could be wrong.]

And sharing rooms? Doesn't quite suite me. I don't suppose there are any empty rooms, are there?

The food looks like poison.

[In the worst way. He hasn't even tasted it; he just didn't have the nerve to eat something like that.]

I'm not sure... But if worst comes to worse, you could probably take over one of the classrooms.

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