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the_campus2013-10-15 04:41 pm
intercom_voice) wrote in the_campus2013-10-15 04:41 pm
CAMPUS WIDE EVENT: EVERYTHING AND THE KITCHEN SINK
[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.))
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.))
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[Bakura swings his legs idly, obviously uncaring about the fact he might have annoyed the other man. If anything, he looks complacent.]
The best way to survey a situation is from above!
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[Maybe mildly annoyed, mostly because he's still not sure if this guy is really a threat or not. It was kind of hard to observe him from this angle. But he hadn't attacked him yet, at least.
He finally does remove his hand from his holster, for what its worth.]
Yeah, true enough. Survey anythin' interesting?
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His amusement is clear in his voice.] Just the steady swell of panic! People really don't know what to do with themselves when they're thrust out of their element, do they?
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Take the four walls away and it's like their whole world fell apart, huh?
[He actually sympathizes with them.
Roy takes a couple of steps back from the tree in an attempt to get a better look at the stranger.]
Guessin' you're used to a lack of walls around ya, huh?
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[Bakura shifts, suddenly dropping down from his perch to land on the ground below. He takes a few casual steps towards Roy, the size of his robe making him appear much larger and intimidating than he is.
Although given his build, he was still a bit intimidating even without it.]
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[Although Roy takes a step back at the sudden drop, and then a couple more when Bakura steps towards him, he retains a casual enough demeanor. Though his lips pull back into a bit of a line as he eyes the man up and down. He wasn't sure what to make of him yet.]
Well you must feel right at home. [Not sure if that's a good thing or a bad thing, really.
Roy walks around the large pile of leaves and branches and sits on a rock right beside it. Honestly, the move was just an excuse to put more distance between the two.]
Got a name?
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[Bakura revels in that little back-step Roy makes. It's because of it that he walks over, taking a seat adjacent from Roy and his piss-poor pile of a shelter.]
Hehe, a name... Of course! Any King does--and the King of Thieves, the Great Bakura is no exception!
[That gun...that gun, that gun! He could see it from here, calling to him.]
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God, the people you meet here.]
Oh, well...that's quite a title there, guy.
[After a moment Roy pulls a knife from the inside pocket of his jacket and grabs a large piece of wood. He starts cutting off excess leaves and small branches from the wood, wanting to get started on his shelter. And quite possibly wanting to let this guy know that his protection doesn't just stop at a gun. Even as he works he's all too aware of his surroundings. It was more about appearing casual.]
Pretty ballsy goin' around announcin' the fact that you're a thief, ain't it?
[That gun indeed just sits in its holster, and all Roy can think is that he really hopes he doesn't have to use it.]
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It's almost enough to make him want to throw his knife at Roy, but he resists for fear of that gun.]
I have nothing to fear from men like you, and I want people to know exactly who I am!
[That way they'll know who to curse in the afterlife! He holds back that line, not wanting to make Roy too suspicious.]
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"Men like me", huh?
[There's a light shrug; he's not sure what's meant by that. But the fact that he's not seen as even a possible threat (not even enough to hide the fact that you're a thief?) just makes him nervous. Isn't that how raiders operate? With complete lack of fear? It just makes them all the more scary.]
Well, I know who you are. Now what?
[He finally looks up at Bakura, visage not giving anything away.]
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[Bakura places his hands on his knees and stretches his back a before slouching forward again. He lifts a hand and lazily points it at Roy.]
You could tell me who you are, for one. [Not that he particularly cares.]
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Well you know, they call me the Lone Wanderer. [Might be mildly poking fun at Mr. Thief King. See? He has a silly title too!] But I honestly prefer Roy.
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accidentally small texted...ff
Right? Almost as bad as "Thief King". [He sets aside the branch he was working on and idly twirls the knife around in his hand.] I thought radio DJ's were supposed to be more creative than that.
rubs my small text all over u
[...And okay, he'll bite.] But you can at least be of some use! Tell what a "radio dee jay" is! This "future" of everyone's interests me.
no stahp I ALMOST DID IT AGAIN
In that moment the gravity of his situation sank it, and even if his features don't portray exactly how unsettled he is by those words, they do give away the fact that he's coming to some kind of realization. Even if had convinced himself he didn't care if he ever found his father, it was true. Those words were true.
The moment passes as quickly as it came, and his brows raise as he chuckles a little at this guy's demand. Of all the things to ask.]
Radio DJ is the guy who plays music and talks about shit over the radio. Like current events, the weather, what dangerous ghoul infested areas to stay the fuck away from. Shit like that.
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Heh...but that doesn't tell me the most important part! What is a "radio"?!
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[Roy sighs. How the hell was he supposed to explain it to someone who had no idea what the hell it was?]
It's a box that people use to talk through. Like, the DJ plays music or talks through it and he can be heard from a lot of different places at once.
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He sounds awe-stricken.]
You can talk through a box? But how? [He furrows his brow, lips twisting in confusion.] And just how loud is this "radio" that you can hear it from that many places at once?!
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It ain't that it's loud. It's just, okay, say you got a really big metal tower. [Roy's going to do his best to explain this, because he for sure isn't an expert on this by any means.] The tower emits these radio waves, right? These waves carry music, conversations, all that shit through the air to the radios. Or some shit.
Dig?