NEVER ENOUGH YGOS

[awishforfriends]

[For those actually loitering inside the building today, you may end up seeing a small little boy with weirdly spiked hair wandering around, most likely having passed you by. Perhaps he asked one of the less helpful people around for directions to some city or outside, and just gotten turned around.

As it is, he's been in and out of rooms and hallways at least three times now. It's only once he's -- somehow -- on the roof again that he finally surrenders to the prospect that he's lost, sighing and flopping his back against one of the AC units.

His hands reach down to fiddle with the large, golden object around his neck, looking up to the sky.]

Jounouchi-kun... Honda-kun... Anzu... where are you?

Wandering Souls

[redrage]

[In the grand scale of things that a magus might encounter in their lives, kidnapping was not very high on the fright level. It was humiliating, insulting, and very foolish, but it was not frightening.

Touko Aozaki, even with her red hair tied back into a high ponytail, even dressed in a simple shirt and trousers combo, could be frightening. The look in her eyes didn't show it. Behind her glasses was a kind expression that looked at people pleasantly.

But she could be frightening none-the-less.

Holding her cigarette in one hand and her suitcase in the other, she seemed to be searching for something. Occasionally she paused outside the locked doors of the place, tapping them with her cigarette in an odd manner and muttering odd words.]

Algiz, Sowilo.

[The astute might recognize them as runes. Really, they just sound like foreign curses.]

Not this one either... Hm. Are any of these rooms really suitable?

[Returning the cigarette to her mouth, she glanced around for other people before continuing. One more room checked off the list.]

sorry I tl;dr'd oops

[mydreamsareover]

[In one vacant hallway laid a single, elderly man. He was propped up against one of the walls, legs sprawled out in front of him and arms limp at his sides. His head was drooping downwards and if one quickly passed him by, they might think he was dead. However, if they stopped to check up on him they would notice his slightly labored breathing. He eventually lifted his head, a gloved hand burying in his short hair as he gave a grunt of pain; his head was pounding, his vision swimming. The fluorescent lighting of the campus hallway was harsh, burning into his single eye and making him cringe.]

Wh... where am I?

[He managed to slur out, his throat dry. His tongue darted out to wet his chapped lips and he squinted, trying to make sense of the surrounding area. He was confused. Was this what the afterlife was really like? Empty hallways with labeled doors to who knows what? It shocked him to know that he was actually somewhere in the first place. He hadn't been the religious type, couldn't say if there was a Heaven or Hell, so he had assumed that when he died, that was just it; he would be dead and his physical body would just eventually turn to dust while the only thing left of him was a memory. In the back of his mind he had assumed that, if there was indeed a plane of existence after death, he most likely would have spiraled down into the very pits of hellfire and brimstone. He couldn't possibly be in Heaven, could he? Heaven was fluffy clouds and big pearly gates.

He shook his head, trying to clear his mind. He had died where he came from, so wherever he was now he was stuck with it, wither he liked it or not. He shuffled around a bit in his sitting position, seemingly having trouble controlling his extremities, before managing to stand himself up, legs wobbling a little and he placed a hand upon the wall. His brain was still a little foggy, but was starting to clear and his eye narrowed in thought. He distinctly remembered waking up in what appeared to be an infirmary, recognizing those sterile white sheets anywhere. He had quickly made his way out of the bed, shaking and tripping over himself as he burst out of the room and down the hallways before collapsing there until he had awoken just now. 

This sudden flood of recent events made him frown. If he had woken up in a hospital bed, did that mean he hadn't died after all?

No. He had died, he was sure of it, and so he was left with the same questions from earlier, with seemingly no one around to answer them. Maybe he could find someone who could.]

Dead girl in da house

[morbidmausoleum]

 [Waking up in a random nurse's office had been just plain confusing - especially since she didn't remember getting knocked out in the first place. The nurse hadn't really been able to clear things up any.

[All Dinah knew for sure was that she definitely wasn't in the Mausoleum anymore. This felt more like... not Somarium or Aliunde. Tredecim Asylum, she decided. True, this place was much cleaner and better lit and there wasn't a single zombie nurse in sight.... but it had the same vaguely unfriendly atmosphere.

[.... Which meant, naturally, that she just had to go out and get the lay of the land. So, after pilfering a pen and legal pad from the nurse's desk and arming herself with a broom handle from the nearest janitor's closet, she set out, mapping the place out as best she could. Nurse's Office, here. Cafeteria, there. And she would lay good money there were dorms somewhere nearby too.] I'll have to check those out later... 

[Because if this place was anything like Tredecim, Somarium, and Aliunde... escape will probably be a long, long time coming.]

I guess some things never change.

[She pauses just long enough to aim a stinkeye at the ceiling -and, hopefully, any hidden cameras their captor might have hidden there- the stinkeye, before continuing on, utterly absorbed in her task.]

I'm dangerous when the sun goes down / so cross yourself don't fool around

[destenebres]

 [Nightfall on campus brings with it a new arrival, one who's decidedly not pleased to be here -- wherever 'here' might be.

The nurse was less than helpful on that score, even after judicious use of the Mind Gift. Either her head was that empty naturally, or her employer had used similar abilities (or drugs or technology with similar effects, he remembered Aliunde) to prevent anyone else from prying anything potential useful out of the girl's mind. He suspected the latter.

[If that was the case, though, it meant his captor here was every bit as cunning as the elusive Head Doctor of Aliunde, though they did lack her advantage, a planet full of potential hiding places. There were only so many places to hide on a college campus, and with no readily apparent means of leaving the island... well. It ought to be a little easier to find the ones in charge here, and convince them to send him home by whatever means necessary.

[And he is fully capable of being patient. After all, he has all the time in the world to wait them out. But first things first, he needs information.

[To that end, he approaches the first person he sees.] Pardon me - I wonder if you could tell me where I am? The nurse wasn't very helpful, I'm afraid.... [He looks like an ordinary teenager, in his jeans and leather jacket. A glamour to hide his fangs and disguise his unnatural pallor completes the illusion.

[And he readies himself to use the Mind Gift on them, too, if necessary.]