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Post by Mokuba Kaiba on Mar 21, 2008 22:01:27 GMT -5
Mokuba smiled for a moment. He considered Tohru's offer for a moment. Mokuba almos jumped at it before reason took over in his head. He could go and start taking the lessons...but then his brother would probably wonder why he wasn't spending time with him like he used to. It was traditional that Mokuba would be with his brother even on his time off.
"Well..." Mokuba began as he still mulled it over in his head. He felt one side of him begin to feel eager. He really wanted to do this for his big brother and impress him. Mokuba nodded his head vigourously as his hair flopped around a little.
"Yeah I want to try Tohru!" Mokuba gave a large smile and looked at the clock tower that was placed in the park. It was starting to get late but not that much at all.
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Post by Tohru Fujimori/Yami Tohru on Mar 21, 2008 22:36:36 GMT -5
Tohru smiled warmly, opening his arms in a warm welcome gesture. "Well then, consider it done, Mokuba!" The older boy was quite happy to hear Tohru say yes. It would finally give him a chance to have guests over at his home, and he felt like he'd finally made a friend. So it was very nice to start creating some sort of bond with the young Kaiba.
"Oh! Before I forget..." Tohru pulled out a small card from his pocket, handing it over to Mokuba. "This is my card, with both my work, and home phone number. Feel free to call me any time, even at work. We can set up a lesson any time on your time, okay?" In the back of his mind, Yami Tohru seemed to frown upon the idea. "Tohru. Are you certain you can trust this child?", he asked. Tohru only smiled and replied mentally. "I'd trust Mokuba as much I trust you, Yami."
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Post by Mokuba Kaiba on Mar 22, 2008 16:26:34 GMT -5
Mokuba took the card as if it was a precious gift from his brother. He gave a huge grin as he looked the card over once before placing it in his pocket. Rummuging around his other pocket, he produced a card as well with his cell phone number.
"Here Tohru, this is mine." He smiled holding the card out to him. Mokuba couldn't help but feel excited, yet he was somehow nervous as well. Did he really want to tell his big brother about this? Naw...but he would probably be curious eventually as to why he was leaving so often perhaps.
(Sorry for the short post, have to go.)
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Post by Tohru Fujimori/Yami Tohru on Mar 22, 2008 21:32:04 GMT -5
Tohru took the card, scanning it over with his blue eyes. He then smiled warmly and pulled out his cell phone, dialing in the number and saving it, that way he could call Mokuba from just about anywhere. "Thank you, Mokuba. I'll be sure to call you some time, or you can call me. Whichever comes first." He then looked over at the park clock, to see what time it was. It had been twenty, perhaps, thirty minutes since he and Mokuba had started walking. So it wasn't very late. Though, Tohru had to wonder if perhaps Mokuba needed to head back to Kaiba Corp.
It was then while he was thinking, that Tohru stopped for a brief moment. It were as though he'd suddenly felt an ominous chill in the air. He quickly looked around to see if there was anything out of the ordinary, but saw nothing. So he shrugged it off, and continued walking alongside Mokuba. "So, Mokuba. I'm curious. What is your favorite card in all of Duel Monsters?", he asked.
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Post by Mokuba Kaiba on Mar 22, 2008 22:40:48 GMT -5
Mokuba was quite happy with himself that he had made a new friend, especially one that seemed to share so much in common. Mokuba looked at the clock to notice the time and thought about maybe getting something to eat, he was starving since he hadn't eaten anything yet. He noticed Tohru seem distracted by something which slightly worried Mokuba.
"Something wrong Tohru?" Mokuba tilted his hide slightly before Tohru asked him a question about his favorite duel monster card. He simply smiled to himself on the inside. He always loved his brother's Blue Eyes White Dragons but never knew what card he himself enjoyed. He pondered this for a moment and then held up a finger as if to say 'I know!'.
"I really like so many cards...but if I had to choose it would be Chaos Emperor Dragon. I've seen my brother use it maybe once but he still likes his Blue Eyes."
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Post by Tohru Fujimori/Yami Tohru on Mar 22, 2008 23:03:53 GMT -5
Tohru blinked a few times, before looking at Mokuba was semi-bewildered look. "Oh my! The Chaos Emperor Dragon? That card is incredibly powerful, isn't it?" Tohru was quite knowledgeable of the Duel Monsters cards, however, there were still so many out there that were both new, and quite powerful. A lot of these cards, such as the Chaos Emperor Dragon, were still part of a list that he was trying to learn of and memorize.
"If that's not the case, then I guess I still have a lot to learn.", he said quietly. He did say that he was not very good at the game, which still wasn't true. However, there were some things he still didn't understand. And sometimes, he was just behind in the game.
(Sorry for the short post in a long length of time. I was away for a bit. x.x)
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Post by Ryou [+Yami] Bakura on Mar 26, 2008 20:04:37 GMT -5
[[ Enter from (Bothersome people...[Bakura/Open])Sorry about the length, guys. Umm... you two are likely only interested in the Yami Bakura part, which is after the page break, but Senna... you'll probably like to read all of the novel? xDD ]]
The park was actually a little further away than it had seemed when the girl gave him directions, and soon Ryou found himself breathing heavily, as his departure had gained the speed of actual running. The streets in this part of the city, at least the ones he was following under indications from the glowing corner of his Millennium Ring, were narrow and long, and often cluttered with all kinds of obstacles he had to make his way around. He didn't understand why he was making such haste. But the truth was that the pendant he carried pulled at him with an unexplainable force that he simply had to comply with. It had done so back when they were trapped in the cave network in Duelist Kingdom, and on a few other occasions before. He could do little to oppose it, in truth, so the sooner he got this over with, he supposed, the better. He could only wonder what it was taking him towards. But until he could get there, he had to stop for a few moments and lean against a nearby wall, catching his breath. His shoulder fell into the relative comfort that setting some of his weight upon the cold but solid mass of stone offered. Each bout of air he drew in seemed to not have half the oxygen his body would require at that time, and all of his breaths came out ragged and somewhat loud. Bakura Ryou was definitely not a long distance runner and the approximate ten minutes that had passed since he had started off, only increasing his speed at each sign of delay, were almost a bit more than he could handle. He would have to walk when he continued to move. He noticed, as he did so, that another of the elements had risen along with the first and they were now pointing to his right, the side opposite to the wall he was currently half-slouching against. A third one, more weakly illuminated, was set forth indicating that, although the straight path led the way the other two indicated, this was the way he could actually go. It probably meant that he was getting closer to whatever the target was, so he could be glad at least for that. He looked forward to the opposite end of the shadow-filled alley he was in, where the third element was aimed at, to notice that the portion of street he could see beyond looked like a stain of light. That one must be a main route, he reasoned, with a lot more space between the buildings, which permitted the sun to filter in as such. Another good sign. He wanted to take a closer look at the Millennium Ring, and so he moved to bring a hand to it yet again, from where he had abandoned it to float by itself a small distance from his chest, never touching it, like the item did when active of its own free will. This was how he discovered that in his left he still held the cheese grill sandwich, with only one bite taken out of it. His fingers had dug into it a little while he ran, so that he wouldn't drop it, and he could feel the small dents he had caused in the toast and consequently the aluminum foil covering it. The sight of the – he guessed – quite unhealthy food reminded him that he was still hungry, so he set about finally eating it. His break hadn't really lasted longer than a few seconds, and he had his 'meal' as he went on. By the time he was done, he was already emerging from the small alley into the larger street, where he could again spot figures and activity. Since his hands were both free now, he used a portion of his shirt to cover the glow of the Ring, hoping no one was paying enough attention to him to notice. It seemed as though he was clutching to his side, so if they did they might assume him hurt and come his way to check. That was the last kind of trouble he needed here. Then again, if he met some street urchins or other sorts of vagabonds to pick on him, he'd probably not have a much better time. Luckily, no such things occurred and he was free to continue along his way, stopping every time his attentive gaze assured him that no one was even going to glance his way for a moment. He used that small amount of time to check up on the Sennen item and make sure it was still active and telling him where to go. Slowly, but precisely, it guided him towards the park. As he turned another corner, he finally spotted the line of green beyond a fence, trees and other plants arrayed in an orderly pattern. The vegetation there was well taken care of and watered daily, so there were few and only minor irregularities in its arrangement. Of what Ryou could recall, the air there was pretty clean. Since he didn't remember being here before, he imagined he was on the only side of the park he had never exited from. Trailing his eyes along the fence, he spotted the gates of that part, wide open for visitors who might think to enter the enclosure. The Millennium Ring trembled slightly in his palm, through the fabric of the shirt, urging him on anew, and he heard a small jingling sound emerge from it. And that was when he lost his focus and it all suddenly went black.
Finally. Another one of the Sennen items had shown itself. It was about time. A satisfied smirk thinned Bakura's lips while pressing them even tighter together, while he advanced into the park through the small gates. No one paid him any attention, although they would have if their eyes had caught any sight of the glowing item resting on his chest, right between the two sides of the open light blue shirt. Naturally, the smirk had nothing nice or benevolent about it (quite the contrary), and it belonged to Ryou Bakura only in very vague and literal terms. And unlike his weaker counterpart, the host, the present conscience in the body was far less willing to make so much effort as to conceal the Millennium Ring. And also more aware that he had been followed all along by the girl Ryou Bakura had been speaking with. Damn him and his unthinking invitation for her to come along if she so wished. That would only cause further inconvenience. But she was still a small way behind, and there was no one else to see, otherwise. At this hour, this section of the park was mostly deserted. The kids were off playing in the more central area of it, and their parents were likely at work, leaving no one but the temporary supervisors, be they grandparents or hired hands, to look after them. And although late enough to get lunch, it was too early for elderly couples to start showing up and occupying their usual benches along the alleyways, from where they would stare at any who went past. The sun hadn't yet come over this side of the park, and it was too chilly for their old bones. The bearer of the other item was, as such, not difficult to track at all. He hadn't even gotten far from the entry into the park, and he was walking slowly along one of the asphalted alleys nearby. Bakura, off the path and in the cover of some trees, had chosen his position strategically so as not to be conspicuous to any of them or the girl trailing him. He almost had a straight path to the two through the grass, although his eyes narrowed slightly when his gaze found the shorter of them. The black hair, long and so familiar… Mokuba Kaiba, eh? It was surprising that the kid would be here, but that at least left him no doubt at all as to which of the two figures held the Millennium Item that his ring was pointing towards. Funny how things worked out despite the inconvenience. It had to be the taller boy, the one he didn't know. He and Mokuba both had seemed to be distressed by something for a moment. Could it be that they were somehow alerted to his presence? Doubtful, since they returned to their walk shortly afterwards. If he wanted to make contact, this would be as good a time as any, he imagined. He could wait until later, when the two parted, but that might happen in a more populated area, or some place he had no access to. It was best to approach on peaceful terms at first, so he couldn't barge in if that were to happen. He couldn't risk losing this chance. Of course, the little Kaiba would prove to be a bit of an obstacle, since the spirit of the Ring had no intention to inform that unnecessary part of the picture about his plans. It would be disastrous to do so, since word of it would get to Yuugi and company. Not to mention completely pointless and not any sort of advantage for him, just the same way that things stood with that Senna person behind. It was only the other one, the Millennium Item holder, that he had business with. He calmed the glow of his Sennen item down completely, and silenced its jingles of protest with the power of his will. When everything was down to zero, the item vanished altogether. As the two boys had their backs turned fully to him once again, he got out from his sheltered hiding place that he had observed them from for the past few moments. He then headed slowly their way, wearing a normal expression upon his face, not happiness to be seeing them, but not the malicious intent that he bore either. He would have to pretend to be Ryou Bakura for now, like he had done a few times before, at least until he could figure out where this new item that had surfaced would fit into his bigger plan. Surely Mokuba wouldn't have the smallest trace of suspicion towards one of Yuugi's friends, since he hadn't been conscious when the incidents had occurred. If it had been Honda or even Jonouchi there instead, he'd be having a bit more of a hard time. This way, he could try a smile for the time being. They would have no idea how much he felt liked chuckling at their obliviousness instead.
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Post by Senna Rylee on Mar 26, 2008 21:37:03 GMT -5
((Entering from Bothersome people...[Bakura/Open]))Well this really sucked. Why did the park seem so far away? She could have sworn it was closer, she had, after all, come to the docks from that direction. Perhaps the illusion that it had seemed closer merely came from her disassociated wanderings. She sighed inwardly, her breathing becoming slightly harder, although she was in good shape so the brisker running wasn’t very difficult for her. She was keeping up fairly well, although the head start he had had was keeping Bakura a little further from her than she would have wished. She briefly considered sprinting to get closer, but decided against it.
Come to think of it, was he even aware of her following him? She had a feeling he had thought that she would have just dismissed him.
Yeah, right. He was far too interesting a subject to be left to his own. She would have followed regardless of whether he liked it or not.
Senna gradually slowed her pace as she saw the figure of the running Bakura once again. Good, she was indeed on the right course. She noticed he’d finally been eating that sandwich as she emerged into the main street shortly after he did. Gross…did he even know what was in that…thing? Thankfully, it appeared to be finished and she felt a sense of relief, and a sense of awed disgust for him. Pity. Hmm…if she encountered him or if they furthered their acquaintance to any form of friendship, although that seemed unlikely, she’d have to educate him on health. She’d be annoying, yes, but it was for his sake. God, she hoped she wouldn’t have to deal with him after this, though. The klutz.
Senna allowed her mind to wander slightly while also focusing on trailing the boy, considering what she’d do within the next few days. She had some computer work to complete, and she should set to going back to…school! Darn it! She realized all of a sudden that she’d missed the last two days…wow, how spacey had she been all this time?
Senna resisted the urge to tackle or punch something, and instead narrowed her eyes to a searing, irritated glare and unconsciously quickened her pace, fueled with her own confusion that had spawned her sudden burst of anger. Clearly, the fact that she herself had not eaten for almost twenty-four hours meant nothing to her. And, being that he was the only one around for her to blame it on, Bakura suddenly became the cause of most of her troubles. Yes, even though she knew it made completely no sense, it was all his fault. But how could she direct her negative emotions at him without looking too crazy? And make him feel guilty rather than confused?
She’d figure something out eventually.
It was only at that moment, considering what to do with the boy, that she realized how far they had progressed. They were nearing the gates to the park, and she could see him only slightly. She’d slowed herself, after all…must have become more distracted than she’d intended. She stopped upon reaching those gates, now wondering about that glowing item. In the process she took her pendant, staring at it for a brief moment, wondering what it would look like if it glowed.
Hmm…tacky.
She looked up again, realizing that the figure of Bakura had gone, and she wasn’t sure where he had disappeared to. She glanced around, slightly agitated, rather curious about why he had raced here in the first place. What was the rush? Why had that glow made him so obviously anxious?
She gave another of her famous irritated sighs, making her way through the park at the pace of a slightly faster than usual rushed walk, her long legs making her quickened strides seem even faster. She glanced around at the scattered amount of people around the park, noticing only two as she moved onward. She’d find him eventually, she had a knack for finding people she wanted to.
She noticed two boys in the process of her search, even though they’d been close to the gate they had somehow eluded her eyes. This wasn’t uncommon for her; people who were right in front of her had a tendency to be completely ignored by her until she looked again. One of the boys was taller, apparently older, while the one with the longer, darker hair seemed to be rather young. They seemed to be in conversation. She shrugged…whatever, they could be in conversation as deep as they darn well wanted. They were of no interest to her, she had other things to do…like find that stupid, elusive boy.
She turned around, wondering if perhaps he’d gone on a wrong path and was coming back her way, for whatever reason. She saw nothing but a rather empty-looking park, and a weird feeling began to grow in the pit of her stomach. Hmm…it was different than just the typical wariness she tended to get off and on. She swallowed, wondering if it was the lack of food in her system. Perhaps she was feeling hunger pains…but she didn’t hurt, she just felt…weird.
She turned around again, looking back toward the two boys, considering asking them if they’d seen someone with Bakura’s description. No way was he getting away from her, especially now that she was really feeling like that was what he’d wanted to do.
Evidently, though, they hadn’t. Because there was he was, making his way toward them. Oh, goodie. Bakura must have known them, then. Well wasn’t he Mr. Social?
She began to make her way toward the two boys and Bakura, not pleased with the current situation. Damn him, damn him, damn him!
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Post by Mokuba Kaiba on Apr 2, 2008 22:38:20 GMT -5
(Sorry sorry sorry for the long time *Bows)
Mokuba couldn't help but feel that they were either being watched or followed. It was like in those horror movies with the creepy music. The slight rustle of the bushes and shrubbery behind him made him jump a little as he turned to see what had made the noise. To his surprise he saw Bakura standing there, or actually walking over to both of them. Bakura out without the rest of Yugi's gang? That was a bit odd, however he was still a friend.
Mokuba smiled simply as if to say 'hello'. He wondered if Tohru knew any of Yugi's friends at all and thought for a second. He decided to introduce them anyways since there wouldn't be any hurt in doing it. He glanced back at Tohru and gestured with his hand over to Bakura.
"Hey Tohru, meet one of my friends Bakura. I don't know if you've ever seen him with Yugi and his friends, but he's certainly there with us." He smiled brightly hoping they would get to a good start. He turned his attention back to Bakura with a slighty frown on his face.
"So Bakura, what brings you over here? I thought school was still going on?" Mokuba tilted his head slightly before catching someone else out of his vision. A girl who seemed rather tall and intimidating, similar to Seto. Her dark coat wavered around in the wind as she approached apparantly with a bone to pick with one of them, but who? He felt shivers almost climb his spine as she began to stop near them. He looked up at her since she was easily taller than him.
"Can I help you?" Mokuba said shakily, however he tried to keep a rather strong face even though his voice quivered slightly.
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Post by Tohru Fujimori/Yami Tohru on Apr 3, 2008 0:09:58 GMT -5
Tohru had also felt a rather strange presence, before turning to see who it was. A young boy, probably no younger, or older than himself with long, silvery hair. He seemed to have a kind face, so he only smiled and nodded his head, as Mokuba introduced them. And a friend of Yugi's no less. Though, personally, Tohru didn't really know Yugi. However, he was familiar with his friend, Joey Wheeler, or Jonouchi as he liked to call him. They often crossed paths in the school hallways with warm greetings...wait a minute, this wasn't the time to think about that.
He tilted his head slightly as he noticed a rather tall...slightly menacing looking girl running up to them. Well, maybe she wasn't that intimidating, but still. She had a rather scary look on her face. However, Tohru smiled instead of cowering, resting a hand on Mokuba's shoulder. "It's alright, Mokuba. She won't hurt us.", he said.
Then his glance scanned over Bakura's being as he turned to face him with a warm, welcoming expression on his face. "It's nice to meet you, Bakura. I'm Tohru Fujimori." He extended his right hand out as gesture for a hand shake...the same hand which had his Millenium Manacle clasped around his wrist. The Eye of Ra shining brightly as the sun's rays hit its golden metal. That was when Yami spoke to him in the back of his mind. "Be careful, Tohru. It's very faint, but I sense something ominous about this...Bakura. And the name seems rather familiar to me. This made Tohru frown a bit, his hand retracting ever-so slightly. "Are you sure, Yami? He seems fine to me...then again..." This little conversation in his head was making Tohru to be a little more cautious. Then again, Bakura seemed rather frail to pose any sort of threat. And yet again, looks could be decieving.
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Post by Ryou [+Yami] Bakura on Apr 3, 2008 9:33:26 GMT -5
The blades of grass tumbled and were almost flattened to the ground under the weight of his footsteps. In terms of regular human recommendations, Bakura was actually very light, very thin. But the small green bouts of vegetation protested against such foreign percepts to them, so small and fragile by comparison. But of course, as nature's tremendous force of regeneration dictated, they would rise again in a while too short for humans to consider meaningful, and they would continue to grow. After which they would eventually still fall, this time of a natural death, which was only meant to fuel the growth of new things, the way the cycle went. Not that the person currently stepping on them cared about such matters in the slightest. There was no room in his mind, and especially not in his heart, for such insignificant damages. They went completely unnoticed to him as he walked on.
And he smiled kindly through it all, nodding a greeting to the two boys even before he had set foot on the alley they'd been walking along.
And finally, he did, his shoe sounding slightly louder against the pavement, but still with a resonance so small and trivial that no one would ever pay attention to it. Unless, perhaps, it would be the rare case of someone who had never worn such shoes, but where in the city would one go about finding such a person? As such, Bakura didn't notice or mind that, either. No. His attention was completely taken with his goal, and with how he was now close enough to the boys to seem like they were just a group of friends having stopped to chat on the road. He stopped there and the smile never left his lips, looking soft and warm, at the same time that the kind flickers in his brown eyes were polite and kept his distance from them.
"Hello, Mokuba-kun," he started, looking the other in the eyes and seeming, by all appearances, the same friendly, nice person he always was around people he knew. Inside, however, he felt differently, of course, as he was the spirit of the Ring, and not Ryou Bakura at all. School? Damn. Since when did he have to keep track of that? Still, lying came easily to him, like a second nature. "Ah… I haven't been there today. I was feeling a little sick this morning, and thought I should take a walk to get some fresh air. It's nice to see you, though."
Yes, that was, in all ways he could look at it, the perfect excuse, with even an ironic substratum of truth to it, which made it all the more enjoyable. Technically, indeed, Ryou Bakura had not been feeling very well that morning, although what he hadn't mentioned was that he was someone else, and he had caused that. And also, this wouldn't be difficult to imagine for the two boys, he figured, since his host was normally pale enough to pass for sick any time he might try. So then, Bakura turned his attention to the other boy, the one he had determined to be the carrier of the Millennium Item the Ring had been sensing all along.
"It's very nice to meet a friend of Mokuba-kun's as well, Tohru-san," he replied, acting natural in such a situation – he was a little colder and less friendly than just moments ago, with the young Kaiba, but a little more polite by compensation. Just like you'd be with someone you've only met, by comparison to someone you knew already and called a friend. "My name is Bakura Ryou."
He held out his hand in turn, to shake the one that the other boy offered. As he did so, his glance was inevitably directed downwards; just for the moment it took him to set a proper course to his move. And that moment was enough for him to see what he had been looking for, a rather unusual object among those he had seen thus far: a manacle. Still, the Eye of Ra glistened in the sunlight upon its golden surface, so there could be no doubt that he had found the right thing. A curious occurrence was that the other withdrew his hand a bare centimeter precisely when his eyes met the light reflected off the object. It was a barely perceptible gesture, but Bakura thought he saw it there, as though the other had sensed something and was just talking himself out of any suppositions.
However, the Millennium Ring wasn't visible right now, so no one would be able to find anything suspicious or incriminating about the white-haired boy. That was, aside from how, after the wind had just recently blown through it, his hair seemed to have taken more erratic directions than usual, the strands fanning out and away from his head. But who would know exactly how his hair was supposed to look? He didn't even mind that himself. So he proceeded into the handshake as though he had noticed nothing, as he tried to keep a smirk from tugging at the corners of his lips. His hand was cold, his fingertips almost frozen, compared to the slightly warmer one Tohru had offered. The handshake was brief, cordial, and typical for Bakura. Nothing strange there, either.
Once he was done, and just when he was about to strike some casual conversation with the two, he noticed Mokuba's gaze straying, and then Tohru's following it when the young Kaiba addressed someone. Ah, of course. The girl. The spirit of the Ring didn't need to turn his host's head that way and look, because he already knew what he would see. But he did so nonetheless, and met what seemed to be a rather angry Senna with only another smile. He would just have to play his part and be the worthless, annoyingly tolerant and likable Ryou. Not a difficult job at all. He was lucky to have a host that was so weak and easy to control or mimic.
"It's all right, you two," he said before she could even come close enough to make a move. "This is Senna Rylee, I just met her earlier and I took off rather rudely because I wasn't feeling that well..."
He did take care to leave his sentence hanging in that slightly regretful fashion, as though a silent apology to her was the continuation for it in his thoughts. Who would think he bore them any ill intent at all? As the wind blew from behind him and swept the hair from the sides of his head into his face, covering it from their view, he finally released that smirk that had been plaguing him. And one could be sure that there was nothing nice and benevolent about its sharp nature. Although it would recede back into a smile the very instant any of them should see it.
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Post by Senna Rylee on Apr 3, 2008 18:36:07 GMT -5
Senna was still rather irritated. Although now more frazzled than anything else, as she finally reached the group of three. Her breathing was only slightly worse than easy from all that running, but already she was relaxing as her heartbeat slowed to its normal rate. Running was not a problem for her by any means – she often raced at school – but she really wasn’t all that pleased that she’d had to follow someone who had almost disappeared. Only to now be met with two other strangers. She rarely did this much socializing in a typical day, especially not with strangers.
Perhaps meeting this Bakura was an omen of some sort. Or…well, maybe nothing like that. No person could be that severe. She simply saw him as bad luck now. A waste of her precious time.
Senna noticed the two other boys eyeing her, seemingly wary. Well, that made sense. She didn’t exactly go out of her way to look particularly friendly, and she was not in one of her easier going moods. But she didn’t care what they thought. She was, however, rather close by now and certainly close enough to hear their words.
But suddenly, the youngest-looking boy spoke. Could he help her? What the hell? What sort of help could he offer her? She knew it was merely the sort of greeting that people gave those they were uncertain about, and she thought it was stupid. Why not be more blunt? Say something like “Who the hell are you?” She wouldn’t bite if someone did that.
Then the other strange boy placed a hand on the kid’s shoulder, saying that Senna had no intention of hurting them. She smirked at that, and at the obvious protective signs he was showing. Wasn’t that sweet? She tilted her head slightly, considering making a sarcastic statement. Yes, actually, yes. She did have an intention of hurting them. In fact, she liked to take on groups of three against herself. She liked to mug people in the afternoon, instead of the early mornings when it made so much more sense. Senna rolled her eyes. God, kids could be so wrapped up in outwardly projections. She hadn’t even meant to look intimidating. Could people not be flustered these days?
And now Bakura was introducing her, after looking at her with that annoying little smile. How could someone be so delightfully ignorant? Maybe they’d buy his little illness story, but she wasn’t.
“Oh, stuff it already.” She narrowed her eyes as she spoke, “Sick? Well you run rather quickly for a sick little boy. Maybe it was that awful sandwich you must have devoured. But as for that see-through attempt to ditch me, I really don’t think you were feeling all that ill. If you were at the time, you could have very easily just taken off with that excuse, and you didn’t. Any moron knows that.”
She shook her head very lightly, a sign of exasperation. A lie. She always knew a lie when she heard one, or at least, almost always. She knew already that there was something odd about him. The way he’d taken off was still unsettling to her. But she shrugged it off, not really caring anymore. She’d just made a rather unpleasant first impression on the two strangers, and it was to them she directed her next comment.
“Yup,” she shrugged, changing her posture to be somewhat more casual while projecting a calmer, guarded arrogance. “I’m Senna Rylee.” She did not offer a hand to shake, such formalities would not be of use to her at the moment. Instead she offered up a small wave, raising her hand for a quick moment and then dropping it back down again, now straightening the collar of her coat. She gave a light smile that, oddly enough, wasn’t fake, but it showed her tiredness. She was going to make no effort to changing their earlier perceptions of her, but she wasn’t about to enforce what they may have now thought of her, either.
But as she was busy fixing the collar that was now refusing the stay up, she noticed something different about the Anubis pendant around her neck. It glowed very lightly, which was strange to her. She didn’t know that it could do that. A look of distaste crossed her features. She didn’t want it to glow! It was tacky! The barely pulsing, very soft golden glow coming from the silver pendant was irritating her, and now it was going to look as though she was copying the white-haired moron. Couldn’t allow that to happen.
Fumbling with the necklace, tugging on it nonchalantly like she knew she usually did, she casually tucked it under her shirt. She did this in a forced nervous manner, as though the idea of meeting new people was making her anxious. And as she did so, she allowed it to look as though it had just slipped under. She searched her mind for some sort of excuse, although she found none. But now she was more certain than ever that this was all Bakura’s fault.
She thought of excusing herself from the group, making like she had to be somewhere else. But she didn’t, and the thought of enduring even more boredom and restlessness was far worse than sticking around the group of misfits she was surrounded with. She looked back toward Bakura, still trying to place him. He seemed so odd to her, his mannerisms seemed foreign and fragile to her in the weirdest way. But no matter how intriguing he may turned out to be, she still had to focus on the two other boys, now. While she saw no reason to be wary at that time, she still wanted to analyze them in turn. But perhaps if she’d seen that smirk on Bakura’s face she would have been even more concerned with him.
Senna sighed inwardly, wishing that she’d found some other way to occupy her time. Actually, she wished that she’d gone to school that day. Then she evidently would not have ran into Bakura who had apparently been feeling “ill” and not been there. But oh well, nothing she could do about that now. She’d just have to put up with them.
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Post by Mokuba Kaiba on Apr 3, 2008 23:12:29 GMT -5
Mokuba felt slightly comforted that Bakura was so readily to accept a new friend of his. Now that he though about it, Bakura always got along with everyone, even if he was pushed and pulled a little bit. He never really seemed to mind. Mokuba rocked back and forth slightly on the springy grass. He felt a little anxious, but it subsided quite quickly. Apparantly Bakura said he felt sick.
This was rather true for the most part. He did miss school every so often and when he returned he said he was sick. He even skipped out a few times going to through the city with the rest of Yugi's friends. Mokuba found him to act odd some times, but never thought anything of it. It was probably just a personality quirk in his opinion.
He just introduced his new friend Mokuba had guessed. Senna Rylee was her name. He fished it around his head for a minute or so before realizing he hadn't met a person by that name at all. She seemed rather...straight forward, blunt. She had an air of attitude around her that reminded Mokuba of Seto a bit. She didn't seem to take to kindly to Mokuba's assistance so he thought he'd try a different approach.
Tohru seemed to be pretty confident even though she seemed a bit over-bearing on them. He felt it more so due to his height. He simply rubbed the back of his hair slightly trying to force a bit of a smile.
"Well Senna...I'm Mokuba Kaiba." She didn't seem to be the one for manners at all either by her body language. It almost seemed as if she didn't want to be there at all...period. Maybe she was nice? He didn't know. He went around thinking Yugi and his friends were horrible people until he got to know them better. He always gave people a second chance no matter what happened the first time. He hoped Senna wasn't as cold as she seemed to be.
"What exactly brings you here other than tagging along with Bakura?" Mokuba was curious by the small movement she made with her necklace, however quickly dismissed it. It was probably just getting in the way of making her slight gestures.
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Post by Tohru Fujimori/Yami Tohru on Apr 4, 2008 10:54:41 GMT -5
Something just wasn't right. Tohru shivered when he made contact with Bakura's hand. It was shockingly cold, frozen to the very touch. It was...unnerving. As he retracted his hand, Tohru couldn't help but frown upon the factor. What in the world was going on? Certainly, Bakura Ryou seemed normal enough, but the fact was, even sick people were never as cold as the dead. In the back of his mind, Yami Tohru was also frowning, noticing the strangeness of this white-haired individual. "Tohru. Should I take over?" The idea seemed tempting. Tohru knew all too well that if he let Yami take over, he could easily dive into Bakura's mind and search for any unknown secrets about him. However, due to his own nature, Tohru decided against it. "No. Wait a little bit longer. If there is something up, I want to see how far the front plays out first."
Tohru especially said it because he just now noticed a little something different about Bakura. His hair. It seemed to fan out away from Bakura's head, almost as though taking on a much more menacing look. This was really starting to worry Tohru. If that something he feared was about to happen, he wouldn't want his new friend Mokuba to get caught in the middle of things.
So Tohru turned to Mokuba, getting down on one knee so he was eye-level with the boy. He put on a warm smile, doing his best to put on a front so as not to worry the boy. "Hey, Mokuba, why don't you go take a walk for a bit? It's nothing personal or anything. I just want to talk with Bakura about something. It really shouldn't take long at all, okay?" However, despite his own words, to himself, he was praying for Mokuba's own safety.
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Post by Ryou [+Yami] Bakura on Apr 5, 2008 2:52:17 GMT -5
What an unwanted nuisance. That girl was hell-bent on giving him a hard time, wasn't she? One would think she'd be tactful and let things slip, talk to him about it later, alone, and not try to make a fuss in public. But she wasn't like that at all. After she had spoken, his smirk faded immediately, although that was a good thing since the wind was stopping and his hair had returned to its normal position, revealing his face once more. But it almost became difficult for him to keep the nice, harmless expression of Ryou Bakura plastered to his features. For the briefest of moments, his eyes flickered darkly as their gaze was set upon the red-haired figure, coming closer now, though still keeping some measure of distance from them, openly hostile towards people she didn't know. If he wasn't careful, she could raise some serious questions in the other two about what he was up to exactly. Bakura didn't think Mokuba knew anything of the Millennium Ring, but word of this couldn't get to Yuugi and company just yet. There would be a time for that, a time that he would greatly enjoy, but not right now.
He had only one way he could play this game right now, however, no matter the circumstances. Focus on fixing the present, despite how much he would have liked to show this Senna why she shouldn't get in his way, and think about payback later. His host was usually too innocent, too helpful and too nice to be intentionally offensive. If Mokuba knew that well, which he should, he would probably think that this girl might have misinterpreted his actions. More so still, since Ryou was a spacey kind (many times due to the Ring, although they wouldn't know that), often zoning out into his thoughts and coming off as pretty clumsy, especially if he had to tear out of his state to do or say something. And the irony in it went on: it had truly been the host acting back there, taking his leave from her, as he had not taken control yet. So he could rely on this facet and be vague enough to lead speculations away in that direction, and no questions should arise then, out of courtesy.
Yes, that was what he would do. He had waited this long; that Millennium Item could very well wait some more. So he forced his teeth to keep from gritting, pushed back the frown that threatened to build, and softened the nature of his discomfort into something that would look more like he was extremely sorry to have offended her. Turning away from Tohru for the moment and focusing his attention back on her, he pretended to shift uncomfortably under her glare. He raised both of his hands defensively in front of him, waving them slightly as he feigned the perfect state of one who would be trying to appease a conflict. Maybe this wasn't so bad after all. The girl was really angry already… he wondered if he could annoy her even more by discrediting what she had just said. By this time, she'd probably be irascible enough.
"I'm really sorry, Senna-san!" he said in his favor, on a weak, submissive tone, but sounding hopeful that she would understand at the same time. "You misinterpreted, really… there was a little more than what you saw involved… If you want I'll explain a little later."
His hands fell back by his sides, in a slow withdrawal.
That was what his host would have been most concerned with at the time, he was sure of this. And it was flawless, no matter how he thought of it right then. He had been so disgustingly willing to compromise and make amends for any sort of mistake he might have made against her persona that no one could possibly find flaw in him right then. He had spoken on a very calm tone, slightly on the carefree side no matter what he was saying, and extremely benevolent overall. Who could see any hint of malice in those wide brown eyes, looking only for a chance to explain? Just the way it would be with the real Bakura Ryou.
But he didn't quite get to hear an answer from Senna, because his attention was drawn immediately when Tohru spoke again. He hadn't seen the boy move, because he had turned his back on him earlier, but when his head angled that way so he could look, he noticed Tohru had moved a lot closer to Mokuba, almost as if he were trying to protect the young Kaiba. And to want to talk to Bakura all of a sudden, alone… there was no doubt he had guessed something wasn't quite right about him. Although not exactly what he had been trying to do, this had not fallen out of Bakura's calculations. No, it was not unusual and unexpected at all that the bearer of another Millennium Item would notice what others didn't.
For a moment, his cover vanished entirely, as his eyes narrowed slightly and flashed with his new spark of interest. He let out an almost soundless, whispered snort in the depths of his throat, almost impossible to notice unless someone had been suspecting him of acting strangely even before. Then, the very next second, he was smiling again, and looking a little lost as he scratched at the back of his head, walking his fingers through the rich white hair. He stopped that, and shrugged, a little apologetic about something he was likely going to explain the next moment. Which he did, although it was, of course, just another lie, used to further the small scheme he had in mind.
"Ah… I'm very sorry for turning my back on you, Tohru-san, that wasn't very polite…" He chuckled softly, quietly, like someone trying to conceal discomfort would do. "I'm not sure what you want to talk to me about, but if Mokuba-kun doesn't mind…"
This could turn out actually helpful… These fools.
He did what it was natural for him to do at the time: he averted his gaze towards the shorter black-haired boy, looking him straight in the eyes. That was his way of asking for permission. Although inside, behind this lousy façade, he had to admit that his impatience had grown to enormous proportions. It was better that Tohru had advanced things and acted on his own. This would give Bakura a chance to see what kind of person this new Millennium Item holder was, and then come back with an idea of how to get that manacle, at a later time. He had no doubts that he would find something as soon as he could judge the situation in more appropriate circumstances. And Tohru was just offering him that very chance that he had needed from the first moment of this encounter.
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