CAMPUS WIDE EVENT: I SEE LONDON, I SEE FRANCE~

[intercom_voice]

[Everybody sees everyone's underpants!

By whatever sadistic, poltergeist-like conscious that ruled this place, everything that isn't undergarments has gone missing. Luckily for everyone, tank tops and socks also count as an undergarments, along with the usual.]

((ooc: event will last until the 20th~ available clothing are: socks, plain tank tops, underwear/boxers/etc. and bras. UNDERAGED CHARACTERS DO NOT HAVE TO BE AFFECTED, but if you want to that's fine too.

Have fun, tag your series title, and so on!))

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[fluffydeathdealer]

... [Was that a flash of bright pink? Snerk.] I won't ask. I don't think I want to know.

[He leans back against the wall, eying the stranger over. Small, relatively young, nervous... he'd bet he didn't see much danger face to face. Considering the way his jacket had glowed slightly in the blackout, and the fact that his underwear was hot pink, from what little he could see beyond the book, he'd guess he was more used to showiness than he was anything resembling action. But who could tell? When cornered, even a rat could bite. Hell, Bakura himself wore eyeliner, and he wasn't exactly the most innocent of people.

Lifting the book between two fingers, an oddly flashy way of holding it, he offers it without taking his eyes off of Matt. He seems utterly relaxed, as if it's every day to be talking to someone you once threatened to feed to a monster, in your underwear, about vampire lit.]

You look like you've seen a ghost. This what you were looking for?

[deckers]

[ Was that a jab aimed at him? For what, his underwear being pink? He purses his lips and narrows his eyes in an annoyed display but takes the book from him, none the less. If he wasn't afraid of just what he could do, he'd say something about it instead of letting the retort die on the tip of his tongue.

The gloss-slicked cover shows the Bloody Canoness standing over a prone Nyte Blayde and Matt's trying his best not to smudge it. It's rather hard to do when you only have one hand available. ]

This is it... Thank you. [ Awkward pause. ] I suppose that's it, then. I-... am sure you'd like to get back to your book.

[fluffydeathdealer]

...tch. [Something malevolent flickers in his eyes in a flash of annoyance that's gone too fast to be easily recognizable. Too bad... he was enjoying that fear. But the kid seems to have steeled himself. It was a pity.

Pushing himself away from the wall, he steps past the man as if planning to go right back to the book straight away - only to pause and speak over his shoulder.]

Heh heh... Keep that bravado up and you might get to leave this place intact after all! Why not relax a little? As fun as it might be to play with you, I'm not in the mood.

[...more accurately, he doesn't have his deck. But like hell he's letting that slip out after he fucked with the guy's head so efficiently. The most he'll do is allude to that night, and the fact that yes, he does recognize this guy.]

Stay or go, it doesn't bother me.

[deckers]

[ Steeled himself until the white-haired man moved, at any rate. Matt shifts and turns his back towards the bookcase in order to get out of the other's way, to avoid touching him. It's something he picked up while dealing with the adults in the Syndicate; they expected him to move. He didn't have their experience or power. He was a gang leader and the top god of the cyber world but in meat space? In meat space, he was just a scrawny kid. Or as the boss of the Saints would tell it, 'a bitch with a keyboard'.

He certainly feels like a bitch but better to be alive and well than six feet underground. ]

I find it hard to relax when-- [ A guy that tried to kill me is walking around within reach, maybe. ] ... t-this school's intention seems to be making its denizens uncomfortable.

[fluffydeathdealer]

[The gesture surprises him, not that he doesn't appreciate it. For all his cocky attitude, he was used to being a solo player, and people around him were usually opponents, allies of opponents, or ordinary, boring people. He doesn't know jack shit about gang life, after all. The only followers he had weren't human. But he just dismisses it as another little quirk of the kid being terrified out of his wits.

Perching on the edge of the table, he picks up his tea and sips at it, making a face. Damn, it's gone cold.

...

Sigh. Holding the cup in his hand, he wastes a little of his energy to try to warm it up. He doesn't usually do things like this, but he's too lazy to go all the way to the lounge to make more. And it's pretty cold in here.]

I don't blame you. This place likes fucking people over. But when something's so set on doing it anyway, you might as well give it the finger and try to have fun to spite it.

[deckers]

[ The distance placed between them is appreciated. It gives Matt time to recover, evening out his voice. ]

Perhaps you're right but I find that it's hard to have fun when your girlfriend is light years away from where you currently are, the only working computer belongs to a pompous chucklefuck that is under the impression that he's much better equipped to handle it, and... oh yes, how could I forget? Your life is constantly in danger!

[ Okay, maybe he didn't recover completely. At least his voice was steady. ]

[fluffydeathdealer]

Heheheh...hahahahahahaha! [That was just perfect! The signs of fear were there despite the lack of a tremor in his voice, and on top of that, he was saying such amusing things. Pompous chucklefuck? Apart from the fact that he likes that phrase, that sounds like Kaiba. It would fit; he's seen the guy using his computer before. Interesting... He files away that little tidbit for later.]

It sounds rough! But don't you think you're exaggerating a little? This place isn't exactly the height of excitement! Heheheheh...

[deckers]

[ Matt involuntarily flinches at the unsettling laugh, the Nyte Blayde book clutched to his chest. Isn't the height of excitement? That's easy for him to say when he has a giant thing that listens to his beck and call; he probably hasn't been on the receiving end of a bored psychopath. ]

Hardly. Where I'm from, we don't have... powers or anything of the like. Here, it seems rather common. Couple that with the fact that this place is keen on keeping its inhabitants on edge by frequently changing our surroundings and prohibiting use of things like computers - well.

[fluffydeathdealer]

[His lips twitch into a smile. As a matter of fact, he has... and Matt would be very wise to never ever meet that bored psychopath. But he can understand that. The regular shifts of this place are irritating even to him... if he was utterly powerless in this place, he'd lose his mind.]

Heheh. It's not so common back at home either! I'm one of a kind. On the pecking order, there's nobody higher. But this place is more of an equalizer for those with powers, as you put it... and less of one for those without. It's such a shame, isn't it?

[Something in his tone makes it clear that he's teasing rather than sympathizing. Resting his head on his hand, he eyes the man over like a tiger debating if something's worth the effort of eating or not.]

What's your name?

[deckers]

[ He can feel his face burn at the taunt but he doesn't rise to the bait. If he could hide behind the mask of anonymity, do or say something, that might be a different story; however, he can't and so he won't.

When he's asked for his name, he hesitates. The other person knew just where to find the book when he gave him the title, went straight to it really, so how does he know that giving him his name won't just help the psychopath track him down in the long run? He doesn't. And he can't seem to form a response that would buy him information on the topic without seeming completely obvious.

Wonderful. ]

... I... my online handle is R4GN0R0K. That's what the majority of people know me as.

[fluffydeathdealer]

[Online handle, huh? More of that internet stuff. Tch, he doesn't know jack shit about that. Are the numbers really necessary?]

'Ragnorok'? [He draws the word out, focusing on the pronunciation.] I can't fault your taste, that's for sure.

I'm Bakura. I don't have an online handle.

But... If you want your makeup back, you'll have to wait until after this place returns my coat. I don't mind offering you the chance to win it back.

[deckers]

[ The compliment is so left field that Matt has to blink a couple of times before he recovers. ]

Thank... you? [ He's not entirely sure how to react to that. ] Online handles become necessary when your focus is on acquiring top secret documents, company assets, and other various things through means that aren't particularly legal.

[ Oh. Compliment followed by veiled threats. That's a little more familiar. ]

I-if it's anything like the last game we played, I'd much rather do without.

[fluffydeathdealer]

Hoh? You're that sort of guy, huh... I get it. I guess the internet must be more dangerous than it appears.

[He'll have to take a look at it when he gets back.

But it was interesting. Acquiring secrets like that... that was probably the reason this place had no internet access. It would be rather awkward for whoever ran it if someone with that sort of skill was operating out of here. But why? Most likely, anyone with that sort of power, could just guard their skills easily.

And no wonder this guy felt out of sorts, if his one talent was taken away from him.]

Did my Fiend scare you that much?

[His tone is filled with unreleased laughter.]

It's a pity I couldn't have seen it. Heheheh... I do love the fear of humans so. But suit yourself. I'm sure there'll be other opportunities.

[deckers]

[ He pointedly ignores the question; it was obvious how terrified Matt was that night. ]

You say that as though you aren't human.

[ Sure, Matt has always fantasized about being a vampire, running into zombies or something along that train of thought but that's all in his head. If things like that really existed...

'Not common back home'. Oh. Oh. Oh dear. ]

N-nevermind, forget I said anything. I should... probably go now.

[ With both books clutched to his body as though they were lifelines, Matt starts towards the exit. ]