Effect Room: Amnesia

[stealshinies]

[Today, quite a few of the rooms seem to have taken a liking to inflicting some stupefying amnesia. One might still remember bits and pieces of the past, their name, their family, and common knowledge...or one might forget everything. Either way, the effect only takes place once the room has been exited, and then its poor victims are left to wander the halls in their confusion.]

((ooc: so basically, at some point when walking out of a room, your character is inflicted with amnesia! mingle, tag around, etc.~ Characters who tag into other threads don't have to be affected by the amnesia, only the ones making the thread starters do. Effects last as long as you want.))

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[stealshinies]

[As soon as Bakura steps out of the room he'd been pilfering, he's hit with a dizzying emptiness. Dropping everything in his arms from metal pots to books and ceramic decorations, they clatter or smash noisily to the floor below. Bakura pays no mind to them--he can only stare in utter bewilderment and unhidden horror at the white walls in front of him.]

[fluffydeathdealer]

[In the quiet of the day, sounds carried far. Bakura frowns a little as a clattering cacophony echoes down the halls, calling back.]

...oi, oi, what's with all the noise?

[Following the sound, he pauses, staring in confusion at the thief king. He looks like he's seen a ghost...]

What's the matter, Bakura?

[stealshinies]

[Stepping away from the pile of now-junk, Bakura turns to look over at the pale man, obviously perplexed by his complexion. Something about the way he stands there, even after the most of that look has vanished, is tense and uneasy.

Glancing around, he doesn't see anybody else and settles his eyes on the other man again.]

Who is...Bakura?

[fluffydeathdealer]

You don't remember?

[Hm. Was he the same one he knew, or... could he be a stranger? Hard to tell. But there was a way.

The soul fragment still held within him, unfelt by the other man, responds dully. It's him... but there's something wrong here. Stepping closer, he reaches a hand up to check the man's forehead for signs of fever. Maybe he hit his head?]

You're Bakura. Just like me. We have the same name.

[stealshinies]

[Bakura doesn't allow the contact, instead stepping back and shooting a threatening look.]

We have the same name? "Bakura"... [The word felt...familiar somehow, on his lips. What his mind couldn't remember, his muscles did. That was the only proof he had that what the other man is saying might be true.

Bakura. He couldn't remember it, in fact he couldn't remember anything. He had no idea where he was, all he knew was that this wasn't home. Egypt was home, that much he did know.]

H-hahahaha... [The laugh seemed more nervous and deranged than anything.] I can't remember... How strange!

[fluffydeathdealer]

...

[He doesn't look scared in the slightest, but he does let his hand drop, resting it against his side. If the man was suffering from amnesia, he might be dangerous. Best not to press the issue.]

Does your head hurt? You might have hit your head.

[Shrugging to get some of his hair away from his neck, he stares at the man with cool curiosity.]

That's right. I'm Ryou Bakura. You're just Bakura... at least, you've never given me any other name.

[Not that he's bothering to act like Ryou, but hey.]

[stealshinies]

No, it just feels empty.

[Bakura runs a hand through his mess of white hair, and curiously notes that this Ryou Bakura shares the same unique feature.]

H-hehe, well it's not like I remember any other name to give you now.

[He spreads his arms open, looking up and gesturing to the halls around them.] Tell me... Ryou Bakura, where am I?! I remember only one thing... Egypt. And this isn't it.

[fluffydeathdealer]

[Is that really anything new...? It's a good thing he didn't make that joke aloud.]

Beats me. We're on an island. Leaving is impossible. That's about all I know.

[His batwings take offence to that accusation of similarity. But it doesn't matter.]

It could be most anywhere in the world...

[Or, more likely, not in the world at all.]

[stealshinies]

[He's taking the whole amnesia thing quite well now. Or at least, he is for the most part. Bakura's still feeling some uneasiness, yet somehow he can't bring himself to care too much.]

Fuck. Well what is there to do around here? I'm already bored, look at this place! It's boring.

[fluffydeathdealer]

[...well there's something of a similarity he hadn't realized he shared with his past self. That level of boredom was something few people could sympathize with.]

I agree! It's boring as hell. But on the plus side, there's pretty much an unlimited supply of food and alcohol. I don't really know what you do for hobbies here, except that you seem to have a habit of hoarding all the shiny expensive things you can find.

Keep your hands off my stuff, by the way.

[stealshinies]

Of course! What else would I do in a place like this? H-hehaha, I'm a great thief, after all!

[At his own words, Bakura seems taken aback, blinking and looking down now at the jewelery that adorned him. The strange hoodie, the robes, the socks...]

Ahaa, that's right... I'm a thief. [He looks up at Ryou and grins.] Then I can't make any promises.

[fluffydeathdealer]

Is it that hard for you to keep your hands to yourself?

[He doesn't sound disparaging. More amused, than anything else. But this will be a problem if the man decides to rob him...]

I don't have much of value, and the one thing I do is something I'll guard with my life. It'll probably be more trouble to you than anything else. So be a good boy and leave it alone, won't you? It'd be a pity to ruin our good relationship, after all!

[stealshinies]

[His eyes trace over the other man, stopping at the Ring. A certain familiarity that he can't place wells up within him. How strange...]

Is that it? That Ring around your neck... H-heh. Don't worry, I wouldn't want to ruin our "good relationship" before I even know what it is. Besides... I have an odd feeling. I'm a thief, but not so much of the living.

[What was this odd feeling he had... It would be best to stay close to Ryou Bakura, for now.]

[fluffydeathdealer]

That's right. [Lifting it by the top, he jingles it playfully at the other man.]

This Ring of mine is my most precious thing.

[He kind of lied about not having anything else of value, but really, he's a born liar. Letting it drop back down to rest against his chest, he smiles a little.]

Your memory should come back soon. Memory loss is rarely permanent.

[Except in his case. But he isn't bringing that up.]

[stealshinies]

It's nice... I'd wear it myself if I had one! [Bakura reaches a hand out for the Ring, but recoils with a frown once it's dropped back down. What was it about that item...? And why did he feel like there was more to all this than he was remembering? Obviously, there had to be, but even more so.]

I wonder what caused this. Maybe food will jog my memory?

[fluffydeathdealer]

...hm? You can touch it if you want.

[Stepping closer, he lifts it, holding it out without taking it off. How will the man react, he wonders?]

Like I said, there's plenty of food. I'll make you something to eat, if you want. It's probably better that you don't try to cook if you're missing your memories. You've probably forgotten how to use the oven. If you ever learnt.

[stealshinies]

[Bakura takes the invitation, grasping the cool gold in both hands. His heart thumps, and he looks on at it with an eerily blank expression.

What...was this? He felt angry, inexplicable but so intense it felt like it could rend him apart. Bakura pulls away again, his expression twisted in a grimace.]

Yeah... Make me something! I don't know what a fucking oven is anyway. What kind of place is this...?

[fluffydeathdealer]

[Letting the Ring fall back against his chest, he nods and turns his back on the man fearlessly. He can feel that rage through the soul fragment and it amuses him relentlessly.]

Follow me. I'll explain a little more if you're still feeling lost after you've eaten.

[And he'll just be heading to the home economics room first to grab some damn meat.]

[whiterosefoes]

[Since her head decided to randomly empty itself, the pink haired girl who no longer remembers her name had been standing around in a daze. But that could only last so long, especially when she had no idea who any of these other people were either.

So she takes a methodical approach: searching herself for clues. She does have some really weird stuff. Pulling out her sword, she scrunches up her face at it in a way that clearly reads "What the hell?"

With a sigh, she slides it back into its sheath and then fiddles with the other thing attached to her waist, which seems to be a small box of some sort. Maybe she's carrying some ID in here? Oh, nope, it's just some weird trading cards.]

Hm....

[stealshinies]

[Bakura falls into step with Ryou, his head turning to and fro as he looks down either end of the hall. The weird symbols lining the many signs and doors also catching his attention.]

What language is this?

[fluffydeathdealer]

[He doesn't even hesitate at the question, leading him into the home economics room and going over to rifle through the refrigerator.]

English. I can read them pretty easily, but they're just markers to say what room is what.

['kay, nondescript bundle of frozen meat acquired.]

I can cook here, or we can go to your room. Up to you.

[fluffydeathdealer]

[Seeing her standing around searching her possessions, Ryou pauses before he approaches. It's a little weird to see the confused look on the girl's face, but maybe she just forgot something important? Well, it doesn't matter. Politeness is politeness. Ryou gives her a friendly wave as he comes over, smiling.]

Good afternoon, Vaughn-san! It's been a long time!

[stealshinies]

"English"? I've never heard of it... [He gives the meat a look, as well as the box it came from. Bakura has a feeling he's going to be asking a lot of questions, and one takes priority over the other in this case.]

I have a room?

[fluffydeathdealer]

In as much as any of us do. You've been here a while. A few weeks, I believe, not that I'm certain.

[Kicking the refrigerator shut, he meets the other man's eyes.]

You claimed one of the rooms for yourself, just like the rest of us did.

[stealshinies]

[A few weeks in this place? And yet he doesn't recognize it at all. At the very least he remembers Egypt, and the name of a village... Kul Elna. Not much else permeates through his current haze.]

Then I'm interested to see what I've done with the place. I'll know if it's truly mine when I see it.