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!))

Comments

Bahahahaha. He doesn't really get older-looking in the FOUR YEARS YGO takes place during

[fluffydeathdealer]

[Ryou laughs a little.]

One of those years is mostly a technicality of being here, but I've always looked young. Yugi-kun's around the same age and he's still mistaken for a grade school student.

[wildcard_of_the_desert]

Another side effect of your shiny little toys? Maybe I should steal it from you and keep my looks for longer. You don't still have that gold sphere, do you?

[She laughs, pushes Ryou's hair aside and tugs on the chain at the nape of his neck lightly. Despite the gesture, she's just playing and indulging in a little curiosity regarding the pendant.]

[fluffydeathdealer]

[A hand grabs her wrist, suddenly.]

The Millennium Eye's with a new owner now... or perhaps I should say an old one. As to the powers of the Millennium Ring, I'm afraid they're unable to perform a miracle like that. You'll have to grow old gracefully... or ungracefully, knowing what I do of you.

[wildcard_of_the_desert]

You move fast. Was that just because I gave you warning?

[fluffydeathdealer]

Tch. Hardly. I'm a thief after all! I react fast.

[Letting go of her wrist, he jerks away, irritably.]

[wildcard_of_the_desert]

You're able to knock Ryou out that quickly and take over the reigns? Quite impressive.

[Despite the perpetual smile, Sibyll's watching him quite intently, filing information in her mind for future reference.]

[fluffydeathdealer]

Heheh... It only takes me a second.

[He doesn't care how much information she gathers. She's nothing to him, at least in terms of power.]

Let's face it, Sibyll-chan. Even if he learns every bit of magic I have, he's three thousand years too young to outmatch me.

[wildcard_of_the_desert]

And people say I'm overconfident.

[Once again there's that pity in her eyes when she looks at him.]

Oh, Ryou. There really is not saving you, is there?

[fluffydeathdealer]

That's right. He's mine. This frail, weak and innocent boy won't ever escape me.

[He doesn't sound quite as confident as before on that front. The other Ryou he met, so long ago... He remembers that Ryou as from being... after. Free of him.

That little shit. He should have kicked his ass.]

[wildcard_of_the_desert]

[Was that uncertainty she caught a whiff of? Hmm. How odd. Well, time to chase him off again.]

Oh, right, I wanted to thank you for the enlightening demonstration.

[Moving equally fast as he was just a few seconds ago, she cups his face in her hands again and kisses him on the forehead.]

1/2

[fluffydeathdealer]

?!

[Grahhh, what the fuck, woman?! Stop creeping him out!]

[fluffydeathdealer]

...uhm. Sibyll-san?

[This is kind of weird, miss.]

[wildcard_of_the_desert]

Sorry, Ryou, just learning more about your little friend. What is his name, anyways? I can't keep calling him 'cupcake' or 'fluffy. It makes having a serious conversation difficult.

[She lets him go. Even if he's older then she thought, the desire to be maternal towards him was still strong. It was interesting how the spirit reacted when she did so.]

[fluffydeathdealer]

His name is Bakura. Just like my surname.

[Huh... so Sibyll and the other him have that kind of relationship, huh? She actually kisses him goodbye? That's weird, but cute.]

[wildcard_of_the_desert]

[She tilts her head, confused.]

A 3000 year old spirit has the same last name as you? I thought you were Japanese?

[fluffydeathdealer]

I am. But my surname isn't. It's the same as his first name.

I know it because... well. He's here from when he was alive, too. From Egypt of three thousand years ago. The spirit didn't know his name before that.

[wildcard_of_the_desert]

[She frowns, piecing together what Ryou is saying. WHY IS THIS PLACE SO CONFUSING?!]

His former self? Then why hasn't he co-oped that body and left you alone?

[fluffydeathdealer]

Hell if I know. [He covers his mouth in surprise. Oops. Dammit, thief king Bakura, you're being a bad influence and you're not even here!]

I, uhm. Sorry. I really don't know.

[wildcard_of_the_desert]

[It took all her will to keep from bursting out laughing. If Ryou is anything, it is adorable.]

What's he like? The... original... Bakura. [What is up with this place]

[fluffydeathdealer]

I don't think I'll ever understand him.

[Rubbing the side of his neck where the guy had cut it a couple of weeks ago, he sits down in a chair.]

He's frightening, crude, cruel, full of mood-swings, but he's also weirdly friendly to me, at least at times. I can never tell if he's planning on killing me or just having fun creeping me out.

[wildcard_of_the_desert]

You'd think he would be friendlier to his eventual host. Thanks for the warning. [Her tone is as dry as the desert she hails from.]

[fluffydeathdealer]

...I don't think he's happy with the fact that he has an eventual host at all.

[wildcard_of_the_desert]

Then you'd think he'd take pains to not repeat whatever mistakes he made to trap himself in the first place, not bothering you. But what do I know about crazed Egyptians? 'Cept that this place seems to be a magnet for them.

[fluffydeathdealer]

That'd require him to go home... He can't exactly change that here. And he's not exactly sane, I don't think...

[wildcard_of_the_desert]

Maybe that's what our captor took him? She does keep rambling about how we're supposed to be learning.