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]

Which part? The amnesia's part of the magic that bound me in here. I get glimpses, at times... but they're momentary, and usually specialized. I didn't get anything of the sort before meeting 'him', so it's probably a side-effect of encountering my enemy.

The memory gaps... I can't explain them away so easily. It's strange. Usually I can remember anything that happens, even if I'm not in control... but these black spots are coming out of nowhere, now. Maybe it's just hitting an overload of information.

[Or maybe Ryou's hiding something. Nah. That can't be.]

[wildcard_of_the_desert]

So you barely remember anything from being alive?

[Her voice takes on an odd tone. It's not quite sympathy. Nor is it pity. Is it...understanding? Her expression doesn't give away any additional clues as to what she's thinking.

Reaching out, she just barely touches the necklace with her fingers]

[fluffydeathdealer]

That's right. [It's an odd tone to hear from her. He's used to her teasing, but this is new. For once, he doesn't jerk away, just letting her touch it. It's warm, but that's about the only unique thing to its feeling. There isn't even a tingle of magic right now.]

It was a shock at first... waking up in that thing with no knowledge of anything. It became clear pretty fast that nobody else had a clue who I was either, so I just ended up drifting around for a while. Helped a few people out, fucked a few people over, robbed a few tombs... Mostly just hung around and tried to learn what I could from peoples' minds, since Shadi wasn't being much of a help.

[wildcard_of_the_desert]

Who's Shadi?

[The warmth was nice, but she refrained from playing with the magical pendant any further. Instead, she folds her arms back around herself to keep warm while listening to Bakura.]

[fluffydeathdealer]

Heh heh... [That is not a nice laugh, but it's not directed at her.] Shadi's the guardian of the Millennium Items. He handles the thieves and wicked souls who'd seek to obtain their power undeservedly.

He doesn't like me. Can't imagine why.

[His voice is filled with amusement.]

[wildcard_of_the_desert]

I can't imagine why. You're just so sweet. [The teasing smile is back, though it doesn't last long.]

You said you sometimes remember flashes. Like what?

[fluffydeathdealer]

I know! Isn't it utterly surprising?

[He can't hide his laughter. If nothing else, he's not embarrassed to admit he's an asshole. But the other bit...]

It's just little pieces. Nothing too personal. [Closing his eyes, he focuses. He won't tell her about the Blue-Eyes, or the Door to Darkness... What else does he remember, and didn't just learn about secondhand?]

I remember... [Hm? What is this? His voice turns thoughtful, fingers tapping against the table.] ...A woman speaking to me. I can't understand the words, but I know what they mean. She's telling me to hide. I can hear something like screaming in the background, but she sounds more resigned than frightened.

Hmph. I can't remember her face. Just her voice. [Opening his eyes, he glowers irritably into the air.]

Things like that.

[wildcard_of_the_desert]

[NO. She is NOT jealous of a crazy 3000 year old spirit who she hates and is still planning on destroying somehow. Okay, maybe a little.]

No good memories, then?

[fluffydeathdealer]

[Jealous? He'd have laughed in her face if she'd admitted it.]

No. My memories tend to be tied into the situation that triggers them. So all I remember is glimpses of fights, usually. Occasionally flickers that point me in the right direction.

I didn't even have that before I made contact with the Millennium Puzzle.

[wildcard_of_the_desert]

[At least he had memories of his prior life. She had nothing prior to visions of Benny's awful suit and being tied up.]

Point you in the direction of anything in particular? Or just your overall goal of killing another spirit stuck in a bit of gold possessing another kid?

[fluffydeathdealer]

I told you, didn't I? I didn't remember anything for the first couple of thousand years. What it pointed me in the right direction of was my goal.

[And wild horses couldn't make him tell her about Kul Elna.]

But that's not important. I already had my sights set on the Pharaoh from long before that. Feelings transcend memories sometimes, you know?

[wildcard_of_the_desert]

No, actually I wouldn't.

[No emotion in the world had ever brought her any closer to her forgotten, abandoned life.]

[fluffydeathdealer]

...hoh? I get it... are you missing part of your memories too?

[wildcard_of_the_desert]

I suppose it was the price for getting back up out of my grave. Maybe the gods drive a hard bargain.

[fluffydeathdealer]

Heheh... The gods play, Sibyll; they don't bargain. In the game of life, it all comes down to whims and chances.

[But that said...]

You were dead?

[wildcard_of_the_desert]

Sounds like the gods would have plenty to do in Vegas. It must be why they're so interested in the area.

[But Sibyll knows better. The dust up in the Mojave is the work of people, not deities. So far Caesar is the closest thing to a god that she knows, and he's still very much a man.]

[fluffydeathdealer]

Is that so? Heheheh, somehow I doubt the gods care about your petty gambling, whether it's of money or lives! In their eyes, everyone that exists in this world is surely just a pawn on a board.

[And useless pieces disappear.]

[wildcard_of_the_desert]

Are you saying they would care more about the card games that you and your friends are obsessed with?

[She raises an eyebrow in amusement.]

[fluffydeathdealer]

Heh... you're so naive, Sibyll. Shall I show you just what it is that 'obsesses' me? We'll have to go to the lounge, but there'll be warm tea there.

[He smirks in response.]

[wildcard_of_the_desert]

Since you asked so nicely. Well, since you mentioned the tea.

[She stands up, watching the spirit warily. Curiosity was just barely overriding caution at the moment.]

[fluffydeathdealer]

[Getting to his feet, he leaves both the cup and the book there without a thought, gesturing for her to follow him as he heads towards the lounge. Once there, he heads straight for the card vending machine. A slight pause as the Ring points him towards the nearest shiny coin someone dropped in the room follows, but before long, he has a brand new pack of cards in his hand.]

I don't have my deck, so I can't rely on those... Let's see.

[Hm... This would have to do. Lifting the card so she could see it, he focuses on it. The glow from it fills the room, dimming after a moment to reveal... the actual monster, hopping around curiously. It blinks with its one eye, hopping up onto one of the tables and peering at a biscuit someone left out.]

[wildcard_of_the_desert]

[She had been preparing a taunt when he used the Ring to find spare change, but her words escaped her when the room darkened. When the monster actually materialized, she swore and went for her gun.]

What the hell is that thing?!

[fluffydeathdealer]

'Brain Jacker'. A low-level fiend capable of controlling the mind of its prey. Kill it if you want. I don't particularly care. It was just a demonstration.

[Hm... he might keep this card around.]

Heheheh... My 'card game' is a little more interesting to the gods than you'd think. Wouldn't you agree?

[wildcard_of_the_desert]

[Sibyll was no longer interested in debating theology. She's watching the creature with morbid fascination, though she's not taking a step near it.]

How the hell did you bring it here?

[fluffydeathdealer]

[Jumping down from the table, it skitters over to where Bakura's kneeling, and he casually reaches down to rub the top of its brain. With a little cooing sound, it shivers like jelly and nuzzles into his hand.]

Magic may be extinct in the world, but there'll always be pockets of it where the Items are.

On top of that, summons still work here, for some reason. I've never had a problem pulling creatures from the other world here... and even part of the world itself. I guess as long as I'm not trying to leave, it doesn't block me from opening that connection.