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[A - ACTION - Goldberg Street

Say, Mayfield. You remember Ryo Bakura, right? Kinda awkward British kid, blabbers on and on and on about some children's card game you've probably never heard of? A little bit meek and kinda skittish? Well, no longer. See, he recently received a powerful item known as the Millennium Ring. It's an ancient Egyptian artifact of unspeakable power---though a lot of that power seems to have been drained by Mayfield itself. Still, the one thing the Ring does still allow?

Is for the five thousand-year-old Egyptian tombrobber, Yami Bakura, to maintain near-complete control of his poor, pathetic host. And after hearing about what chaos has been brewing in Mayfield from his dear wife, Téa, Yami Bakura's managed to neutralize her before deciding to head into town to get a good look at all this madness for himself.

It hardly disappoints. Yet there's something he feels he can add to this game to make it a little bit more fun...

B - ACTION - Outside the Post Office

The dark spirit lurches down the sidewalk, his hand curled over a bloody hole in his face where his left eye used to be. What sort of an idiotic trade was that? He snarls in rage. Losing an eye for his deck, of all things? All the same... it was his host's eye that was lost. Not his, though it might as well have been.

His free hand clenches his deck in fury... and something delightfully unexpected happens. At the very top of Yami Bakura's deck is a powerful monster (and a particular favorite of his, at that). The Millennium Ring glows with bright energy, and when next Bakura looks up, he can see that his monster now stands before him in physical form. Ready and willing to serve.

C - ACTION - Around Town

So here's another question for you, Mayfield. Are you hallucinating the various monsters you see before you in addition to your greatest fears? Or is there a chance that your worst nightmares may have come to life?

Whatever the answer, it doesn't change the fact that Dark Necrofear is slicing through drones left and right with her obsidian blade. And accompanying it? The sound of horrible, blood-curdling laughter.

Welcome to Mayfield, indeed.]

Date: 2011-11-18 03:23 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] natural-set.livejournal.com
All of a sudden? That doesn't factor. Come on, you need first aid, and we need to get away from it.

[Purrloin is unsure. Out of all of N's friends, he's the one who slinks out from under the bush, sniffing at the air. It makes him wary. The cat isn't in full-on defense mode, but he's low to the ground. It's like he can smell something in the air, something besides blood.

What N wouldn't do to be able to hear him.]

Date: 2011-11-19 10:52 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] worstdmever.livejournal.com
[Animals and Pokémon alike can sense evil, it seems.]

A-all I wanted... was to show you my Duel Monsters, N.

Date: 2011-11-20 06:28 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] natural-set.livejournal.com
...That thing is yours?!

[1/2]

Date: 2011-11-20 06:32 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] worstdmever.livejournal.com
I'm... sorry, N...

Date: 2011-11-20 06:33 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] worstdmever.livejournal.com
[A slight dip of his head leads to the sound of rumbling laughter in Bakura's throat. Laughter that causes him to rear his head back, his hand shooting up to the right side of his face, still caked with dried blood. There's a manic look in his remaining eye.]

...but I'm the only friend he needs.

Date: 2011-11-20 06:37 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] natural-set.livejournal.com
[Purrloin finally yowls, hissing and spitting, as N recoils as though he's been burned. After a moment or two, N can only ask the most direct question.]

And who are you?

Date: 2011-11-20 06:43 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] worstdmever.livejournal.com
Who am I?

[Yami Bakura straightens up, leering at N.]

I am known as Bakura. The Great King of Thieves. Not to be confused with the weak, pitiful Bakura you know.

Date: 2011-11-20 06:55 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] natural-set.livejournal.com
[The formula clicks, then - it wasn't Ryo who'd lost his eye. This Thief King must have had an advantage when it came to his host.

N knows not to come closer, but he won't just run. Ryo is one of his few human friends.]


Let him go.

Date: 2011-12-17 05:46 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] natural-set.livejournal.com
I'll make you. I don't know how but I will.

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