CAMPUS WIDE EVENT: EVERYTHING AND THE KITCHEN SINK

[intercom_voice]

[Hopefully everybody likes waking up outside.

Because as it were, in the middle of the night when everybody had been asleep or lulled into a sudden one by the sheer weight of the air around them...the Campus disappeared in its entirety. Left behind was only the cool surface of the concrete foundation.

For now it seems the residents were left to fend for themselves in the wilderness of the island. Not even the voice from over the intercom would comfort them.]

((ooc: the school has disappeared, along with all the NPCs and everything that was inside! no opt-out areas this time around. The temperature is cool during the day, and colder at night.

The event will last until October 20th, and I'll post a closer to signify it. Everything will be returned to its rightful place then.))

Comments

[fluffydeathdealer]

[Without hesitation, he nods and starts walking, expecting Malik to follow.]

If it's an illusion, it's on a large level. We should find somewhere temporary to hole up and plan. I can scout for somewhere more long-term once we've got somewhere safe.

[The missing Rod was concerning, but his biggest priority right now was Malik. He could regain the Rod once he tracked down whoever was behind this and ripped their soul out through their stomach. If Malik was so uncomfortable here, they'd need to find somewhere else.]

If it's an illusion, we'd still need to avoid the walls, right?

[obeytherod]

[Malik follows, his eyes glancing suspiciously at the people around them.]

...I don't know. [The answer was quieter than usual, but earnest.] I've never seen an illusion done on this scale before. But it's that or the building was magicked away without us noticing.

You tell me which seems more likely. [It was rhetorical, of course. Malik already knew the answer.]

[fluffydeathdealer]

Hell if I know! I've never seen it either. Either we're being mindfucked right now, or someone managed to steal a goddamn building. Both of them seem kind of stupid ideas.

[Ryou attempts to pat Malik on the head, but fails, and pouts in the background as he tags along.]

[obeytherod]

The former at least seemed plausible, and it's possible that we're the only ones experiencing this. ...Or it might just be me.

[Without the Rod, Malik was unable to see Ryou at all. He does sense something though, jerking slightly at the touch and looking around.]

A bug...?

[fluffydeathdealer]

No, I'm definitely experiencing this.

[Bakura ignores Malik's paranoia in favour of leading him deeper into the forest.]

Something wrong?

[obeytherod]

[No...

Malik was too familiar with how the Rod worked to be able to simply let this go. He stops following Bakura suddenly, taking a slight step back. There was a look of growing horror on his face.]

[fluffydeathdealer]

[Hang on, there's no movement behind him. He turns to stare back at Malik, confused.]

...eh? Malik?

[Just to tease, Ryou runs fingers down Malik's spine.]

[obeytherod]

[Malik couldn't be sure that this was really Bakura, or that this wasn't all some fabrication using his Rod. What if he was being lead into a trap right now...?!

That sudden chill down his spine is mistaken for a sixth sense.]

I'm going to go back... [He abruptly turns and heads back for the school.]

[fluffydeathdealer]

Eh-?!

[He moves quickly to grab Malik by the arm.]

Oy, Malik... weren't you the one who wanted to get away from it in the first place? Don't tell me you're getting spooked by those tricks.

[obeytherod]

[Malik rips his arm away, taking a few hurried steps away from Bakura.]

...No. I'm going back.

[fluffydeathdealer]

...eh? Fine, then, if that's what you want.

[He follows him, looking confused.

Ryou's confusion is even worse. Why is Malik acting like such a weirdo? Is he really this freaked out?]

[obeytherod]

[Malik glances back at Bakura every so often on their way back, something obviously bothering him.

Were there any tell-tale signs of something or someone being effected by an illusion? He'd never had the Rod used on himself, so he couldn't be sure...]

[fluffydeathdealer]

[Bakura's confusion only grows as they return to the place where the school was.]

What the hell's going on, Malik? You're acting kind of weird.

[obeytherod]

[Sitting back down on the concrete, Malik mulls in his thoughts, unsure of what he should say to the "Bakura" in front of him. All he needed was a way to test if he was the real Bakura, right...?

Eventually he settles the Bakura in front of him with a cold stare.]

I have no way of knowing if you're an illusion or not to go with this.

[fluffydeathdealer]

I see... Heh heh, you're really that paranoid?

[Flopping down on the hard ground, he stretches, not even noticing as Ryou flops down beside them, kneeling there and watching the two of them curiously.]

Then how can I prove I'm not an illusion?

[obeytherod]

...I don't know. That's what I'm trying to figure out.

[His brow knits thoughtfully. If it was only an illusion, then maybe touch would do it? But then the fact they'd been able to simply walk off the concrete was disconcerting.

Then again, it may be that that spot wasn't where the school was at all.]

Come here. [He holds his hands out, utterly serious.]

[fluffydeathdealer]

...eh?

[Confusedly, he moves over, not bothering to get up fully. It was more like crawling than anything else, but after a moment he was settled against Malik, pressing close.]

What, are you that lonely?

[obeytherod]

Huh--?! [Malik blinks in shock when Bakura suddenly presses against him, his hands still held out in place.]

That's not what I meant. [He pushes Bakura back and plants his hands carelessly on his face, feeling it up.]

[fluffydeathdealer]

[He grumbles in irritation, but reluctantly submits to the feeling. It's the same skin, too soft despite the sharp angles of his face, unmarred save for the cross-shaped scar below his eye. It's just as warm as ever and he mockingly turns his head to press a kiss to the palm of Malik's hand at one point.]

[obeytherod]

[Malik jerks his hand back at the kiss, shooting Bakura a warning look before he continues. Out of everything, the very real feel of that scar beneath his fingertips was the most convincing.]

Okay...that's enough. You've got to be real. [He hopes.]

[fluffydeathdealer]

Sheesh, you're no fun sometimes.

[But despite that, he doesn't bother pulling away. Ryou mutters something to him and he glances to the side for a moment.]

I think my host owes you an apology.

[obeytherod]

...Hm? [Malik lowers his hands, giving Bakura a dubious look.] Why?

[fluffydeathdealer]

[Listening...]

He says he thinks he scared you. He was playing around with you to see if you'd react.

[obeytherod]

You're giving yourself way too much credit, Ryou. [He hasn't quite made the connection between that "bug" and the chill down his spine.] I was just concerned I might have been being lead into a trap.

[fluffydeathdealer]

[God, what is he, a transceiver?]

You panicked after he touched you, both times. So he was a little worried. But if that's all it is, he won't worry.