[EFFECT ROOM] Dresses for the Dressing Room!

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[Welcome to Lapin Angelique! Everyone who enters this room will suddenly find themselves wearing a Gothic Lolita Dress. They may also have other gothic accessories such as tiny little hats, frilly parasols, vampire capes, or spooky plushies.

Bizarre things will happen if you try to take off the clothes. Maybe it will just be downright impossible, they're stuck to your body. Maybe you'll start to FEEL GOTH and the BLACKNESS OF YOUR HEART compels you to put the clothes back on. Maybe you start taking off the clothes, only to find that doing so causes you to slowly morph into a bunny until you put them back on (or until you're a bunny. But was that REALLY worth it?) It's all up to fate!

Either way, these dresses are probably staying on, at least until the effect wears off. Which could be anything from a couple hours to the rest of the day.]

Comments

[onethirdthesoul]

...Eh? But I picked the Ring out myself at a pawn shop.

[His father had bought it for him, sure, but the man hadn't even noticed the thing until Ryou toted it over with a smile and lots of questions.

Still, how could the spirit have possibly arranged that? And why would he assume his father would take it?]

[fluffydeathdealer]

...oy. We may be a year or more apart, but I haven't forgotten how I came to be in your possession. I had a little 'helper' of mine sell it to your father... in Egypt.

[That was interesting. Could it be that this was a different 'offshoot'? An alternate reality? ...pft, surely not. That sort of thing only happened in anime and video games.]

[onethirdthesoul]

Eheh, um...maybe your amnesia is worse than you thought?

[He awkwardly rubs the back of his head, trying to smile.]

Because I'm pretty sure I got it in a pawn shop in Domino City.

[fluffydeathdealer]

I'm not senile yet, you know. I may be old, but my mind is as sharp as ever.

[He sounds more bemused than anything, though he does manage a slight chuckle. Circling around Ryou, he looks him over suspiciously. There are differences, sure... but there's too many similarities, too. This is definitely Ryou Bakura.]

It's not possible... is it?

[onethirdthesoul]

[Ryou cranes his neck to follow the spirit, but turns around entirely when he uncomfortably approaches a blind spot.]

Um...well, I definitely know how I got the Ring.

[fluffydeathdealer]

[Grasping his chin, he peers into those unnervingly green eyes - wait. Hold on. Rewind.

What sorcery was this? He'd suspected contact lenses, but there clearly wasn't any contacts in Ryou's eyes. He had green eyes.]

Ryou-kun, be a dear and tell me what eye colour I have.

[onethirdthesoul]

...Bro-- [He starts to quizzically answer, but stops mid-word, the realization hitting him as well.] Wait a second, I have green eyes!

[fluffydeathdealer]

Exactly. My eyes don't change colour when I take over...

[Letting go of him, he stares at Ryou with a curious air about him.]

Interesting... I really don't know what the hell is going on, but it's interesting. Like something out of a science fiction novel.

[onethirdthesoul]

Um...maybe my eyes change color? [He thinks on it a moment, bringing a hand to his chin.] I heard that can happen, but fifteen or sixteen sounds kind of late, doesn't it?

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[fluffydeathdealer]

... [What a stupid suggestion...]

[fluffydeathdealer]

I'm quite sure Ryou's eyes have always been brown. Maybe a little lighter when he was younger, but that's about it.

[He wants to talk to the spirit, now. See how different he is. But he can wait for an opportunity.]

You suit the green, though. It gives you a bit of brightness to offset the pale.

[onethirdthesoul]

Thanks, but... What does this mean? If you really did see my father pick up the Ring in Egypt, and I know I picked it up in a pawn shop...

...That, plus our eyes...

[It's clear what he's getting at now, although Ryou is hesitant to say it. Because if he does...then his future is even more uncertain. Everything he'd learned to try and prevent the worst things from happening might be useless entirely.

Eyes, and how he got the Ring...those were only minor differences. Maybe the rest would be the same.]

[fluffydeathdealer]

Most likely... you and the Ryou Bakura that I'm possessing are alternate versions of each other. The question is, where does the difference in time begin?

...what's your father's hair colour, Ryou?

[onethirdthesoul]

So, he's not...me? At least not, me in the sense that I'm me...

[He's a bit saddened, but also relieved now that he thinks about it. His future may be uncertain now, but that also means none of those bad things might happen at all. Sorry, Aniki...]

Un, anyway...father's hair is white, like mine.

[fluffydeathdealer]

...Don't bullshit me! You're serious?!

[You can make that apology in person, Ryou, because Bakura ain't explaining any of this to the sleeping Ryou inside.]

[onethirdthesoul]

[Ryou tenses at the sudden exclamation, waiting a moment before tentatively answering.]

...Yes? Why wouldn't I be...? I want to know the answer to this just as much as you.

[fluffydeathdealer]

That's remarkable... since the old man I know has blue hair. And it's not like it could be from age... he's still pretty young.

[This is getting more and more twisted by the day.]

[onethirdthesoul]

If I'm not exactly the same as Aniki, and our fathers are different, I wonder if that means...the other you in my Ring is different too?

[For better or for worse, he supposes.]

[fluffydeathdealer]

I'm not sure. I spoke to him while you were cooking, before, but he didn't seem terribly different than I remembered. Heheh... it's hard to tell from just one conversation, though.

[onethirdthesoul]

I might let you talk to him again sometime, I'm curious... But right now, I think he needs to be alone. The last time I tried to talk to him, when Ryou suggested it, he just told me to go away if I wasn't going to put him on.

[In not so nice words, of course.]

[fluffydeathdealer]

Heh... he's got a lot of energy to recover! It's only natural that he'd be grumpy. You nearly killed us, you know. Even we take time to recover from that.

And we are quite old after all! Even if our timelines differ slightly in places, he's quite the grumpy old man at the moment.

[onethirdthesoul]

Eheh, and you're sure you've just got amnesia? [Ryou jokes, awkwardly rubbing his head at the same time, as if he's not too confident in his own material.]

Anyway, I guess I'll just have to give him more time... But I really hope he warms up a bit. It doesn't seem right to just leave him there alone, but then I don't want to risk putting on the Ring either, after what he did...

[fluffydeathdealer]

Heheh... Hahahahaha! [He can't help the laughter. It's kind of cute. That tremor of awkwardness, the fear still within the boy... it's delicious.]

Who knows! I know a few people who'd claim otherwise. [Resting his hand on his hip, he grins broadly. It'd be easy to mistake him for an actual teenager, like this.]

You don't want my advice, but you're getting it anyway. Keep the Ring off. I don't know if he's following the same path as I did, anymore, but his memories likely haven't returned. Letting him take control now would be dangerous for your friends.

[onethirdthesoul]

[That laughter was a bit startling, and Ryou looks slightly frightened. After all, the last time he heard that laughter, he'd either had his body snatched, or his hand impaled... Or a few minutes ago when he'd been found out in this dress.]

U-un, I definitely don't plan on putting it back on. He's too dangerous. All I meant was... I want to give him something else to do besides sit in that emptiness all day. It seems so lonely... [Ryou mumbles a bit towards the end, eyes downcast and sympathetic.]

[fluffydeathdealer]

...

[The look of shock on his face can't be denied. That was definitely unexpected. Even after hearing all the things the spirit might do, he still felt sympathetic? What a weak way of thinking. Touching... but undoubtedly weak. It was quite a vulnerability.]

You truly are a kind person. I know many people who would just have locked him away and thrown away the key.