[EFFECT ROOM] Dresses for the Dressing Room!

[noisycircus]

[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

[obeytherod]

Hmhmhm... Try not to sink too deeply into that fear, Thief King. Who knows if you'll ever be able to claw your way out of it?

[Sickeningly mocking, Malik pulls his monsters back into his cards and turns back for the door, speaking quietly into Karasu's mind.

Well, we're done here. I'm leaving.]

[moderndaydragon]

[Sick. Sick, sick, sick. She shouldn't have done it, shouldn't have trusted him, and she knows it. She's suddenly very thankful for their positions, since it means that the Egyptian still standing can't see the look on her face.

At the least, she can control the actual emotion of her thoughts.

Sure thing. I want to find something first, myself.]

[obeytherod]

[Suit yourself.

Malik lazily waves a hand at her, not turning to look back as he leaves the room.]

[moderndaydragon]

[Karasu waits for a little bit after he's gone, then closes and locks the door behind him. She really can't trust him to keep things in moderation... can she?

Moving over to to the Thief King, she gently reaches out and grasps his shoulder, trying to see if he can shift attention to anything out of his own mind.]

Hey. Can you hear me?

[stealshinies]

[By now, the Thief King seems to be barely conscious at all, his body still trembling and his face pressed to the carpet, but the only thing he can seem to say is a stuttered, raspy:]

H-help...me...

[moderndaydragon]

[It only makes Karasu's stomach twist more, and she grabs him a bit more firmly to pull him up and towards herself, trying to get him in a position where she can hold onto him much like a rather large child.

Maybe this is the same man she hates, but... something like this, especially with her fault... she has to do whatever she can to make it better. It's... really, the only thing she can do.]

[stealshinies]

[As soon as that relatively warm body presses against his, Bakura practically throws himself out of her grip and back onto the floor where he wraps his arms around himself, shivering disjointedly.]

H-hot... [He claws at his arms, as if trying to pull something other than his jewelry off.] Oh--a-aahh! H-help! Ra...

[Somehow, Bakura manages to get to his feet, but in his brief aimless stumble he hits into the table and crumples again.]

R-raaa...help me! Please!? [Before he...melts... He doesn't want to melt into the unbearable, molten blood and gold.]

[moderndaydragon]

[Karasu jumps a little when he pulls away, unable to do anything but watch as he stumbles around and begs. It's... like watching a train wreck, but one you caused, so the feelings of guilt and horror twisted in your stomach even as you couldn't tear your eyes away.

Hot... but maybe she could do something about that. Getting up, she quickly goes to grab a wash cloth and a towel from the bathroom, soaking both of them with cold water. The towel itself is thrown into the freezer, the washcloth brought out as she presses it to his head, making sure not to touch his skin again.]

[stealshinies]

[Bakura freezes when that cold, comforting cloth touches his skin. After the shock has passes he brings his hands up, tearing it away from Karasu and pressing it desperately against his own forehead, eyes, and mouth.]

Ahh... Guh... [That small bit of cold in a sea of heat. It felt like the only tangible thing he had.]

[moderndaydragon]

[Looks like she guessed right. Karasu watches him for a few minutes, then goes and gets the towel out of the freezer. It hadn't been really long enough to make a very big difference, but it definitely felt a lot colder already.

When she heads back out, she tries to wrap the towel around the Thief King as best she can, to give him a little more of that seemingly needed cold.]

[stealshinies]

[Bristling again at the cold, it doesn't take long for Bakura to grab the towel for himself and wrap his body greedily in it. He lies there for a time, huddled over on the floor with the chilling cold and mumbling quiet thanks.

He was starting to shiver, but made no effort to move away.]

[moderndaydragon]

[The fact that he actually managed to thank her made her feel even worse. For someone like this... it must be horrifying.

She notices the shivering, but with how desperately he's clutching the towel, figures suffering that is better than what's going on in his mind. Disappearing into the kitchen again for a moment, she comes out with a bottle of cold water, trying to pull his head up enough to press it against his lips. Hopefully, a drink would help this, too...]

[stealshinies]

[He's too inclined to stay huddled up for Karasu to be able to manage, but ultimately it doesn't matter.

Because Bakura finally regains his senses, slightly delirious as he sits up on his own and looks perturbed at the girl in front of him. His hair was sticking to his forehead and cheeks from the cloth he'd been holding against it, and he looked sickly.

Ignoring Karasu for the moment, or perhaps not really seeing her at all, he lifts his hands and looks at them, curling the fingers in towards his palm thoughtfully.

He...was alive. That's right. That's right. Melting, that had just been an illusion, but the Millennium Rod had brought that terrifying feeling back.

He almost lost it. Who knows if he'd have been able to pull himself out of that state? Right now, his mind felt fractured, stripped of all energy it had left and waiting to collapse in on itself.]

[moderndaydragon]

[Well... that was one way to solve it, at least. He certainly doesn't look much better, but he seems to at least be all here now.

...or, well, as "all here" as he ever was.

She carefully presses the bottle into his hands, gingerly as if she's afraid just touching him again will cause another freak-out. And quite frankly, that's the last thing she wants to do.]

[fluffydeathdealer]

[By the time Malik returned, Bakura was home. Stretched out over the couch with his legs dancing over one side, he looked up at the sound of the door opening. Good, it was Malik and not one of Ryou's idiot friends.]

Yo, Malik. Been training again?

[obeytherod]

No, not quite.

[He casually pulls back his hood, shaking out his hair in the process. His eyes lock with Bakura's a moment, cold and smirking.]

I was just taking care of an annoying pest.

[fluffydeathdealer]

...? Someone been bothering you?

[Bakura stares over at him, curiously. It's been a long time since he's seen Malik like this, come to think of it. Not just the expression, but the clothes too.]

[obeytherod]

Keh keh, only an outdated remnant of the past. But like I said, I've taken care of it.

[Malik waltzes over, squeezing himself onto the couch even if it meant forcing Bakura's legs aside.]

[fluffydeathdealer]

[He draws his legs up smoothly, curling them around so he can sit up. A remnant of the past? There's not many people that could be.]

The thief?

[obeytherod]

Mmhm.

[He swings one leg over, crossing it over his knee. That tell-tale smirk of his remains.]

He tried to send Karasu after my Rod. When she told me of his intentions, I decided to take matters into my own hands.

[fluffydeathdealer]

Son of a bitch!

[The curse just slips out. Goddammit, he'd kill that guy if he could get away with it! But wait...]

She told you about it? Heh. What a fool... but at least she's good for something beyond flying. What did you do?

[obeytherod]

I had her lead me to him, and used her voice as a medium just so he wouldn't recognize mine...

[He reaches back, pulling out a few cards. Malik continues to speak almost matter-of-factly, although his sadistic nature seems to grow with every syllable uttered.]

I could have used the Rod, but I decided to pin him with a few of my monsters instead. I figured that would get the point across better about just how powerless he is when compared to me~

[Tilting the Rod a bit in his hand.] ...And then I dug into his mind, bringing up the memory of his punishment game. You should have seen him, Bakura...writhing on the floor in terror. He's lucky I didn't do worse.

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[fluffydeathdealer]

...

[Fucking hell, that's hot.]

[fluffydeathdealer]

And you didn't let me see it? That's too bad... It sounds like I missed out.

[Heh... he really has been underestimating this bastard. All of the whininess and uselessness of the last month or so made him forget what type of person he was dealing with. He likes it... this side of Malik. It's delightful.]

Heheh... You may have broken his mind, you know!

[obeytherod]

Whoops~ [Malik shrugs his shoulders, not holding even an ounce of guilt.] Well, if I did, at least that means we won't have to deal with him again.

I really didn't feel like moving again, you know? Keh keh, but if you wanted to see...

[He holds up the Rod, pointing it at Bakura.] I can do that.