DUEL 003: The Bored Spirit At Play

[fluffydeathdealer]

[To say that Bakura's been in a good mood lately is an understatement.

Thanks to the thief king, he has the eighth key that he needs once he gets out of here. It's frustrating being trapped in this place, but he's spent so long with the Ring's imprisonment that it's easy to cope with this. It's just a waiting game. It always has been.

It's said that the greatest enemy of the immortal is boredom. For Bakura, that's an understatement. There weren't many duelists around, getting rid of people wasn't possible with the curse upon this place bringing them back, and the problem with letting his darker instincts out was that in this place, there was no way to get away with it without word spreading too fast, or his victims recovering. How tedious! Even if he took their souls, this place would probably return them to their bodies before long. He couldn't even pursue the remainder of his collection, with Shadi not being accessible.

So for now, he's sitting on the ground in the courtyard despite the cold, working with a much more mundane hobby. He's making a marionette.

It's not quite finished, but it might look familiar... It looks a surprising amount like a creepier version of a certain young boy with ridiculous hair. It's symbolic! And it isn't the only one there. Hanging over the nearest doorway, waiting to fall down on anyone who opens the door to come outside, is a slightly more intimidating one...]

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[whitescalesbigmouth]

[Saft since her arrival has been making the rounds of this strange new place, there were still many rooms she had to look at, people she still had to meet. But there was one face she had come across that she recognised or at least she thought she did when she walked past a window.

That boy with the white hair in the courtyard? That was Ryou right? It certainly looked like him. But there just seemed to be something slightly off about him.]

Ryou?

What are you up to?

[whiterosefoes]

[Walking into the courtyard when suddenly death from above!! Harriet immediately whips out her sword and stabs away at the small 'monster' that had appeared out of nowhere.

It splinters.] What the fuck-

[oh my god she just stabbed a stupid puppet. That's really embarrassing. She looks around to see if anyone saw that, which they probably did because why else would you rig a puppet to drop on someone. Damn it.]

[nojusticeonlyme]

[Death merely pauses in momentary confusion, then pushes the marionette aside with his scythe as he leads his white horse into the courtyard. Ah. Yes, there seems to be someone making another puppet there. Curious about why someone would devote their time and energy to such things, he approaches the figure and stands directly behind him, watching him work for a moment before speaking up.]

WHY ARE YOU MAKING THESE...MARIONETTES?