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

[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.

[fluffydeathdealer]

So why do we have to put up with him? I'm not insane. [He doesn't think she is, either.]

[wildcard_of_the_desert]

[It depends on who you ask. She's a bit surprised that the spirit has not chimed in with his two cents to protest Ryou's assertion of her sanity.]

I don't know. I think your other theory was better: this place grabbing people out of their lives because they're dangerous on a world-changing level. So far everyone else I've met fits that mold perfectly.

[fluffydeathdealer]

[A soft sigh.]

I'd believe that, except... I've met some people here that I don't think are dangerous. Zero-kun and Yugi-kun and the younger me... The younger me doesn't even wear the Ring. He has it with him, but he hasn't put it on yet.

I don't think everyone here's as dangerous as I first thought.

[wildcard_of_the_desert]

...Yugi's the kid with the other gold toy, right? [She narrows her eyes.] Those are all dangerous in my book. Who's Zero?

[fluffydeathdealer]

...

You wouldn't say that if you knew anything about him.

[His voice is a little sharper than usual. Don't badmouth his friends...]

Zero-kun just arrived recently. He's a kid, younger than me, with really pretty red hair. He can't speak, but he has an angel with him to speak for him.

[wildcard_of_the_desert]

[Sibyll raises an eyebrow at the sharp tone. Interesting. Best to leave Yugi alone]

An angel? Those actually exist?

[fluffydeathdealer]

Not in the world I come from. But in his, they do.

[wildcard_of_the_desert]

Weird.

[She reaches out to ruffle his hair affectionately. He's so adorable. Then a thought occurs to her, and Sibyll falls silent, back to watching him intently.]

...You. I don't want to hear a damn thing out of you. I want Ryou to answer honestly.

[With an unusually intense glower, Sibyll reaches out and flicks the necklace with a delicate finger. She wants the spirit to be silent and she means it. Then her maternal persona washes back over her as she turns her attention back to Ryou.]

Ryou, are you happy like this? Sharing yourself to this extent?

[fluffydeathdealer]

[It's too bad he has no intention of just letting her order him around. The flicking makes him seethe and he forces control without a second's hesitation. Ryou's sleeping spirit returns to its dormant state, albeit with a rather distressed sleep.]

Huh! Is that so? That insolent attitude of yours isn't enough to get me to obey you. It seems you're mistaking me for someone who'll listen to you just because you think you deserve my respect.

[The spirit speaks out sharply, overriding Ryou. Turning his back on her, he scoops up the cards.]

I've got work to do... so be good and take your damn questions elsewhere.

[He heads towards the door without looking back at her. But damned if she didn't just piss him off. If she stops him, he will use his magic.]

[wildcard_of_the_desert]

[She lunges out, grabbing him to hold him to her breast. She leans down to hiss in his ear like a snake.]

Poor Ryou. Had you just let him answer, I might have backed off. But I won't, because you didn't.

[Then Sibyll lets him go just as abruptly.]

Bye~! [The courier chirps as if nothing is the matter.]

[fluffydeathdealer]

[Oh, that does it. His eyes narrow as the Ring begins to glow. The air of the room grows heavy suddenly.]

You mistake me for someone who fears you!

[Sleep, he thinks, insistently, using its powers to try to force her into that dreamless pit of blackness.]

Threaten me again and I'll send you to a Hell even the barriers around this place can't save you from! Where I can send you, your guns won't save you...

[wildcard_of_the_desert]

[The Courier snarls like an animal, staggering as something heavy settles on her mind.]

's easier...pretend...friends... Lessssuspicious...

[Dropping to her knees, Sibyll pulls out her snakeskin .45 and aims. Three shots fly wild, until one perfectly aimed shot tears off a chunk of hair. Even at her worst, Sibyll is an amazing shot. Then she tilts over, collapsing on her side. She still stares at Bakura.]