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Post by Senna Rylee on Apr 5, 2008 22:18:37 GMT -5
Senna continued to eye everyone around her rather warily, now finding a that weird feeling of uncertainty clutching at her chest. She felt no qualms about showing hostility; after all she wasn’t really concerned with the three boys. After they took their leave, she doubted that even if she saw them again she’d like to stop and have a chat. And she also doubted their usefulness, and even if she was missing something she’d carry on just fine without them. So let them think what they would of her.
But then she heard the young boy’s name. This didn’t change anything, really, but upon hearing Kaiba she gave him an odd look. Could he be related to that kid CEO? Perhaps… she knew he had a younger brother. Interesting, but pointless even if he were. Yet the other boy had not given her an introduction, and this angered her. What? Did he want a nice little pompous handshake from her, too? Give her a break.
“Uh… hi.” She said to the boy, rather forced and awkwardly, never good with introductions. But his question would pose an easier response. “Tagging along was my only purpose, really, though I was eventually going to swing by the park.” She shrugged, looking down for a moment before bringing her gaze back up. She wasn’t about to go into detail about her lack of purpose, because she was regretting that more and more. But the kid had spunk. He was making an effort to communicate with her. She liked that. Even though he’d seem rather unsure of her to begin with, he still made the attempt. Maybe he wouldn’t be so bad after all.
But Bakura… ah, he was busy apologizing to her, so she sighed and looked away from the kid and stopped trying to go over his most visible personality traits. She was annoyed by this, didn’t like the way he raised his hands. “Stop being such a pushover. It’s not that big a deal,” she paused and crossed her arms with a dismissive shrug and changed her posture to match, “I just don’t see why you had to make up such a lame excuse. And you have no reason to go into detail to a stranger” She rolled her eyes, god he was pathetic. So perfectly pathetic. And irritating. Yes, he was very irritating and odd. Why did he care what she thought, anyway? So she’d spoken with decreased harshness and in a manner to match her posture, as if he really wasn’t worth that much of her time. And at this point, he wasn’t. He was still just some boy she’d ran into on one of her worst days. Still… she supposed it was nice to meet someone who showed an apparently complete lack of malice. A change from the sorts she would fraternize with when she did associate with people.
But why did anyone care what anyone else thought? The fact that this Bakura seemed to was almost bothersome to her; but more bothersome and even odder was the fact that there seemed to be a change in his mannerisms and actions, but yet at the same time she couldn’t place it, couldn’t point anything out. She didn’t know him well enough to do that, but from the way that other boy was acting now she was curious. He couldn’t know him very well, either, could he? Maybe he did, but she highly doubted that or else they would not have shaken hands. Senna made it up in her mind that perhaps she should be keeping her guard up. It was her instantaneous reaction to anything she was uncertain about. And she really didn’t like this Tohru at the moment. He was basically ignoring her, and that was something she did not want to even try to tolerate. Sure, she came off as… well… nothing positive, really, but the kid was being polite. So should he! And now he was being all weird… why did the boy have to leave? Why?! He was the only one here who seemed to be slightly sane. And he shouldn’t be treated like a kid.
For once, Senna was not analyzing her situation, she was jumping to conclusions without taking a deeper look at the people she was around. She was rather impatient, herself, really. Not knowing anyone in the little grouping was getting to her; it felt as if she was being bombarded from all sides. She had three people to be wary of until she could get a proper analysis on them. Well…two, she felt as though Mokuba was not a threat in anyway. So she was now more concerned about Tohru and Bakura… not each of them separately, but together. The total focus Tohru was giving Bakura was unnerving, and she tensed at this, clenching her fists slightly, and placing her hands inside her pockets as if she were trying to hide it. Her thoughts were jumbled at the moment, and she found she didn’t quite know what to think. Was it really just her noticing something altogether different?
That and the odd glowing of her necklace… well, this really was no longer seeming to be just some normal run-in. Or maybe she was just being a little too analytical this time. Teenagers were weird… everyone knew that. But she wasn’t one to pin it all down on that. This was odd. Just plain odd. She felt rather uncomfortable at that point. Weird meetings weren’t exactly her forte. Normally she kept her communications one-on-one. It made everything so much simpler. She looked toward Mokuba, tilting her head slightly to the side, as if asking him if he was thinking anything was up. He wouldn’t get her meaning of the look if he didn’t, but if he did… well, that would be a bonus and prove that she wasn’t just being a bit paranoid.
It was just a shame she didn’t know what to do about that Mokuba kid. She didn’t want him to leave by any means, but at Tohru’s actions towards the boy she was wondering if that was perhaps the best idea. She looked upward slightly, now looking away from Mokuba to look toward Bakura and raised an eyebrow, deciding that perhaps her position would be best if it were closer to Mokuba’s side. That way she was near the sane person and away from the guy who was beginning to make her anxious. A good plan on her part, and about the only action she could take at the moment.
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Post by Mokuba Kaiba on Apr 7, 2008 16:38:54 GMT -5
Now that Mokuba was closer to the girl, he wasn't as afraid as he thought he was. Upon closer inspection, she seemed rather similar to his big brother, which of course he was quite used to by now. One more person with a similar personality couldn't hurt him at all. At least she took the trouble to at least acknowledge him which comforted him a bit more by being around her. He looked back up at Tohru who seemed...worried.
Just a few minutes again Tohru had a happy face with him and seemed to be enjoying himself, however it was a different story now. There was something different to about Tohru that Mokuba just couldn't place. He seemed to be exerting two different personalities at one time which greatly confused Mokuba. He shook the feeling trying to remember it was his new friend he had just made. It seemed that Tohru was a bit concerned for Mokuba's safety though. He suggested taking a walk away.
Why would he ask him to do this? Obviously it seemed that he knew something about what was going on, or he just wanted to get to know Bakura better. Mokuba would have that it would be the first thought that came to his mind. He simply stood there shaking his head.
"Tohru, I'm fine right here." He gave a bit of a smile to hopefully difuse Tohru's odd personality change since Bakura's arrival. He quickly turned back to Senna who seemed to be analyzing all three of them. She seemed like an OK girl and looked like she didn't want any part of the the two who had seemed to immediatly locked interests on each other for some reason or another.
Mokuba decided to at least appease Tohru and perhaps put his worries to rest a little if he backed away slightly from the conversation. He wandered over to a nearby bench and took up a spot on it observing the three others that still stood over on the sidewalk. Senna seemed to be keeping an eye on him for some reason. Perhaps she wanted to ask him something? He didn't know what she was thinking but it was apparent she didn't want to be around Tohru and Bakura.
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Post by Tohru Fujimori/Yami Tohru on Apr 7, 2008 17:28:47 GMT -5
Tohru smiled a bit as Mokuba seated himself on a bench. It wasn't too far away, but the older boy felt it was better than him being closer to the immediate area. He just didn't want Mokuba to really see, or hear what was going to happen next. However, wether Mokuba saw it or not, was no longer a problem. Getting back to his feet, Tohru slowly turned his head to Bakura, his eyes closed at first, before they suddenly flickered open, revealing not blue orbs of sapphire, but one deep violet, the other ruby red. As far as Tohru was concerned, Bakura had not yet met his darker self, so he would be somewhat thrown off by this sudden change in eye color.
It was only a partial switch, but it was still evident that Yami Tohru was now entering the conversation as well. "I don't know who you are...", he said with a slightly darker, but still soft voice. "But I know for a fact, you are not the same Bakura that Mokuba has come to know." This was actually a bit of a bluff, simply to draw out a confirmation on his suspicions. The Eye of Ra glistened brightly in the sunlight upon the manacle as the boy spoke, the breeze tousling the boy's hair slightly to where it almost seemed to spike upward a bit.
Then his multi-colored eyes gazed over at Senna, giving a small nod as though apologetically. "Forgive me for not having spoken to you earlier." His eyes were then fixated upon Bakura once more. "My mind has been...occupied."
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Post by Ryou [+Yami] Bakura on Apr 8, 2008 13:11:52 GMT -5
Pushover? Not that big a deal? All that the girl had managed by trying to discard him as worthless was fall right along with his own plan. He was very tempted to explain to her in detail how ignorant she had just been. But he figured she'd be able to tell for herself in just a few moments, so he wouldn't address her anymore, having no more use for her now.
Oh, you're going to see why all right, soon enough.
That derisive thought was Bakura's only reply to Senna, which he did not yet allow to slip into his expression, as Mokuba was still close by. He waited for the black-haired boy to reach the bench and sit down with still the same bright, innocent face, and meanwhile he waved reassuringly over to his departing back when he caught his eye for a moment. "It won't take long, Mokuba-kun!" he promised, sounding enthusiastic once more. This time it wasn't as difficult as before to feign casual relief, because he did feel it. He judged the distance appropriate for any conversation that did not turn into yelling to not be heard, so turning from Mokuba, he bent over and began to work on a shoelace that had apparently come loose. Although in fact it really hadn't, until his own fingers had quickly untied it.
He was buying time. Time to plan his actions.
Further away from the young Kaiba, on another alley, he could spot two young men standing on the side and talking. They seemed to be friends, by the casual stances they had, their weights shifted to just one foot each, and the way they emphasized whatever they were talking about with familiar gestures. Such as the taller one patting the other on the shoulder, probably congratulating him for something. The latter was busy pulling something out of his pocket. It became clear what when he placed something between his lips and lit it at the other end, then removed it and blew out smoke that was all too quick to disperse into the air around his head. He offered the pack to his friend, who was very happy to accept a cigarette as well. Bakura had never figured out what these idiots were doing, putting useless stuff like that into their bodies; more yet, harmful substances, not just stuff. They'd be less quick to do it if they knew what a bother it could be to no longer have a body of your own, he was ready to bet on that. Well, in the end, they'd find out, wouldn't they? They'd regret shortening their lives and pulling their deaths closer.
A soft jingling sound filled the air, prolonging its momentum a bit longer, like an ill omen.
Bakura stood up a mere second after Tohru had, the Ring now on his chest, glowing weakly and all elements pointing towards the manacle, only to meet a changed look from the young boy. He was positive that had not been the color of his eyes before. Even as concerned with the Sennen item on Tohru's hand as he had been, Bakura would have surely noticed something as unusual as a violet and a red eye on the same individual. Now this was an interesting twist to the situation, and possibly troublesome, but also not something that hadn't been in his calculations. After all, he had met other Sennen item bearers, and he himself was very much a parasite in the body of his host, even now.
"Oh?" he remarked, making it known that he had noticed, but otherwise unimpressed and cold, or maybe a little amused, or intrigued by the change. "Now this is something."
Having taken care that he'd be the one out of them with his back turned on Mokuba and his face hidden from him that way, he considered himself safe, so he dropped the nice guy expression for a grin, narrowing his eyes in a manner that made him look passively interested, but also quite ill-intentioned. As far as the girl was concerned, he didn't care what she thought of his sudden change in attitude. For all he cared, she could use a shocking slap of the kind to diminish that attitude she had, so he didn't bother to hide from her. He stuffed his hands into his pockets, a move that made the lower edge of his shirt curl around his wrists in small, correspondingly shaped creases.
He was quick to note Tohru's apology to Senna, and it made for enough proof that the spirit of this Sennen item, no matter that he wasn't the host himself, was still a good-natured individual. Or at least that he concerned himself with others. Bakura, who barely cared enough to even acknowledge anything and anyone who couldn't fall into his plans or offer some entertainment, would likely be able to use this to his advantage if the need for it arose. By posing threats to Mokuba or Senna, he might get Tohru, or the spirit of his item, to take wrong steps and forget himself for a little bit. After all, he had already tried that with Yuugi, and it would have worked, had it not been for Ryou, his own damned host, who… No point thinking of that now. He took a lot of pleasure in being able to break the other's will so easily already, and that was enough vengeance as far as his desire went that way.
"That's because I'm not," he replied matter-of-factly, holding Tohru's gaze with equal intensity. His voice and that of his host shared only one common property: the calm, quiet quality both possessed. Derived partly, of course, from the fact that they spoke from the same body, so it was within its limits no matter the way he modeled his tone. Otherwise, he sounded nothing like before. He was quite forward, rude, and none of that eagerness to get along with everyone remained. On the contrary, he was someone who was quite looking forward to some conflict, glad that things were moving at last.
He had pondered on this already as he pretended to work on his shoelace. He had wondered whether he should make his retreat now, and try to find out more about Tohru and his item from the shadows before attempting anything. But when meeting the other bearers of the Sennen items, he had always been direct. Hiding would only be a waste of his time, a game that he had no patience to play at the time being. He had tried to think of any advantages he might have by continuing to play the fool, but he didn't see why bother if nothing the other could do would prove significantly impeding to his plans. Even if Tohru had his own "other self", it did not change much.
The most that could happen would be the use of a power of his item that Bakura didn't know about which would, like the others, just put him back into hiding for the time being. Or maybe a Shadow Game, which would be a slightly longer setback, although he doubted Tohru would want to start one with the other two around them. And anyway, this kid was unlikely to have the skill to beat him there, where he felt most at home, Sennen item or not. So he would much rather just see how he would react to his real self, and figure out where he fell into the grander scheme later, after they parted.
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Post by Senna Rylee on Apr 11, 2008 16:04:33 GMT -5
Senna forced herself to clear her head, finding herself confused among the three boys, not entirely certain what was going on anymore. It seemed to her that Tohru and Bakura were considering something that only they must understand, and she crossed her arms at this, her posture perfectly straight, and glared. She watched as Mokuba moved over to a nearby bench. So he wasn’t leaving completely… good, because there was no way she wanted to leave the situation entirely (things were starting to look good), but she didn’t want to be left alone, either.
This was odd for her; she wasn’t used to finding herself latching onto someone directly upon meeting them. But she found she had little choice in the matter. And she also wanted to make it clear, just in case something happened, that she was not a part of it. She was more like the spectator… yes, exactly that. A spectator. Hmm… although taking that position was slightly less direct than she was used to. Regardless, when Mokuba took his new position she backed herself up a few paces, so that she was practically between whatever was going on between Tohru and Bakura, and Mokuba. She couldn’t really hear what Tohru was saying to Bakura, and she had no desire to eavesdrop. Still, she watched their movements closely, much more interested in their body language than any spoken word they could possibly offer up.
She noticed slight changes in Tohru in particular, and this made her lower her head and raise her eyes, examining him, making no effort to hide it. One of her eyebrows was raised slightly, a look of consideration crossing her face. Such odd individuals. Did Bakura make company with such people often? Perhaps he warranted further investigation. The peculiar aspects of these people would be so interesting to watch that she figured she might be able to put up with him, though she doubted she’d have much of a chance to do so considering her earlier actions. It wasn’t really her fault though, she was naturally blunt, which made her honest, but she also had a tendency to get snappish when confronted with strange people and situations. Not being in control was something she couldn’t often tolerate very well. Perhaps it was because she wasn’t raised with her parents in control, so she couldn’t wrap her mind around the concept. She was so entirely independent that anyone else being in control made her feel trapped, or dominated. And she couldn’t have that.
So instead of causing more problems, she decided to let the two boys go ahead with whatever it was that may be starting. She didn’t really care, anyway, and to her it didn’t look like a volatile situation. Perhaps they just had some things to work out between each other… though she couldn’t possibly think of what due to her earlier analysis and deciding that they had indeed just met. She bit her lower lip slightly, turning her head a little and directing her eyes toward Mokuba before she brought her head back. She felt uncomfortable once more, though she wasn’t certain she wished to join Mokuba on that bench or not. She preferred to maintain a distant attitude… it made her life a lot easier.
But upon Tohru’s apology, she widened her eyes in surprise for a moment before gathering her wits about her once more. She hadn’t expected that, believing he was too caught up with Bakura. In response she offered nothing but a polite nod, and brought one of her hands up, uncrossing her arms in the process and wrapping one around herself, and bit her thumb in contemplation. She now looked back to Bakura, who was proving to seem more and more interesting as the moments passed them by. It was a good thing, indeed, that she had no other plans going on, as it would pain her to have to move away from the whole thing. Even though she was not involved directly – and had no desire to be as such – she still enjoyed observing, as she hadn’t had much time for such things as of late.
She almost regretted calling Bakura a pushover, but perhaps doing so would give the kid some gall… after all, he couldn’t go through life apologizing to brash and impulsive individuals such as herself. That was how she got people to bend to her will… by putting up a façade of false dominance that had little point but boredom to it. It was a shame, really. And although Senna could not place herself among the same ranks as bullies that kids encountered in school, she knew she wasn’t much better in some aspects.
Hmm… perhaps she could find a way to latch onto that aspect of Bakura (the wimpy one), and learn how to tone herself down. The way Mokuba had taken her just on sight was now itching at the back of her mind, and seeing as she had little to do but wait to see where this thing between those boys was going, she had plenty of time to think on it and was surrounded by the right triggers. A frustrated gleam flashed through her eye as she looked down, almost as though searching for the now-covered pendant, although what she really wanted to look at was that glow. Good, still covered. And it didn’t show through the rather thick material of her shirt. She was still bothered by that as well, and was at the moment rather concerned with what sorts of actions she could take to keep her mind from wandering too far away from the current happenings.
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Post by Mokuba Kaiba on Apr 12, 2008 11:56:59 GMT -5
Mokuba sat on the bench patiently trying to pass time by kicking his feet up and down. He was a little anxious to be honest and a little bit nervous as well. Actually, it was a little bit of everything and he couldn't just sit still while on that bench. He shuffled his hands around then bench rubbing up against the smooth wood. There was a nice breeze which fluttered around his black hair for a bit. He felt the cool breeze brush past his face and smiled slightly as it did. It felt really good to be outside after being cramped up so much.
His eyes darted around from the scenary, to the birds in the trees chirping, to Tohru and Bakura, and then to Senna. He couldn't quite hear what Bakura and Tohru were saying at all. He studied their lip movement, however couldn't piece together any of the words. He was horrible at reading lips. Just watching them, he felt a little uneasy about the whole situation, as if something bad was going to happen. He looked back to Senna who seemed to be just as confused as he was, except she put on a much calmer complexion.
She seemed to have also taken note of the Bakura and Tohru's conversation. Looking at her face, she seemed in deep concentration, trying to think of what was going on. Mokuba began to feel uneasy by the second and was almost tempted to get up and wander over to the conversation to hear for himself what was going on. He was being left out of the loop sort of, however Tohru seemed to think it was like a life or death situation to have him leave the immediate area of conversation.
He almost thought he was seeing things. He caught a glimpse of Tohru who's eyes seemed to have changed color. He couldn't quite exactly tell, but was almost certain that they had. Mokuba rubbed his eyes slightly to check if he was seeing things. Low and behold he wasn't as he looked again. What was exactly going on? He hadn't a clue now. Was Yugi involved with this anywhere? He began kicking his feet again trying to mind himself. He looked over to Senna again who still seemed to be keeping her distance.
He decided he couldn't stand just sitting around anymore and wanted to at least be by someone. He felt rather alone just sitting there and watching as an observer. Although he did observe many things like Seto's dueling, he always was involved by cheering him on or talking to Yugi and his friends. Mokuba hopped off the bench and slowly wandered over to Senna, carefully making sure that Tohru hadn't seen him move.
He walked up to Senna's side and simply smiled at her. She was quite taller than him, however he didn't really feel endangered, after all his brother was a lot taller than him. Seto might have been family but he hasn't really minded beeing so short compared to other people.
"Hey, you look a bit worried." He continued smiling looking up at her. He was hoping she would ease up a little, however given her previous comments and attitude, it was rather unlikely for it to happen. Although it was worth a try, and Mokuba always wanted to try.
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Post by Tohru Fujimori/Yami Tohru on Apr 12, 2008 19:14:57 GMT -5
Tohru's eyes quickly shifted from Bakura's own, down to his chest. There was a strange looking trinket there that seemed incredibly familiar. It was only when he thought about it that Tohru's eyes widened. Another Millenium Item! And hearing Bakura confirm his fears on the persona before him, the boy couldn't help but grit his teeth slightly.
Things looked as though they might get rather ugly, and this was precisely why he didn't Mokuba to be around. However, he then noticed the young Kaiba standing with Senna a few feet away from Bakura. Damn! This really wasn't the way he'd wanted things. However, there wasn't much he could do right now, except pray that Mokuba wouldn't be caught up in the cross-fire of things.
Back to the Millenium Item, it seemed to be pointing itself directly at his manacle. Not much of a surprise now, seeing this so-called Bakura's true colors. If the Item was anything like his own, it meant that Bakura's soul was also inhabited by a spirit. However, this spirit seemed much more malevolent than he could have assumed. It was very faint, but he could sense that the spirit was actually posessing the other boy's body. And not from a mutual agreement, it seemed. If things did get out of hand and became a Shadow Game, then there was not much promise that either of them would make it without any sort of consequence.
However, in the back of his mind, a Shadow Game actually sounded somewhat fun right now. Despite the fact that he himself, despised the thought of a Shadow Game, there was a part of him that actually wished to try. But that was probably just the spirit that dwelled within his own soul. Or perhaps, there was part of him that liked the idea. At such a thought, Yami finally asked within the depths of his mind. "Tohru. Is now the time?" Tohru slowly closed his eyes, before speaking out loud. "It is time.", he said, before suddenly being engulfed in a flash of brilliant light.
The wind picked up harshly, swirling around Tohru's body as he began to change. His body now becoming slightly taller in height, and a little more masculine as well. His hair seemed to recede into his scalp, until there was but a small ponytail, while the rest of it seemed to stand on end like wildfire. His eyes flickered open, shining brightly like two gems radiating from the sunlight. They were still the same as before; one violet, one ruby-red. Though this time, there was something much different. Those eyes held a certain unyielding confident feel to them, which was more than evident as the now darker, and more masculine Tohru did not speak, but instead, smirked at Bakura.
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