There are some people with no concept of an "indoor voice"

[hyperhero]

[To say Campus was the worst place ever to Judai would be an understatement. The no-classes thing? That was fantastic! He barely paid attention in class as it was, so not having to go at all felt like the best thing ever at first.

And then he realized the problem. It wasn't just the classes that weren't around.

Nothing ever happened here.

There wasn't any kind of organized events or fun dormmates to talk to or even a speech he could doze off during. Classes had been dull, but at least they had been something. This... utter nothing at all was boring. What kind of school didn't have a specialized dueling area, anyway?! This place sucked!

If there was one thing Judai couldn't really stand, it was being bored.]

GAAAAAAH!

[Which is why he's taking his frustrations out by yelling in the middle of the hallway.]

Doesn't anyone around here actually duel?! Or even play games?!

[EFFECT ROOM] Choose Your Own Adventure

[hisway]

[There was something different about this classroom. Very different, but Odo couldn't place his finger on it. Whatever it was, it felt restricting in every possible way. Something (or someone) must have been controlling his actions. He decided to play along until he could figure out what exactly was going on here.]


( The rules of the room under the cut. )

+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.]