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Who: Yugi & anybody looking for a Fantastic Foils clash***.
What: It's a very bad day.
Where: Anywhere & everywhere.
When: Immediately following his Discovery of what the Deathtoll card does.
Warnings:Yugi slowly but surely losing his mind.
[ yugi had stayed overnight in purifuel, but at the crack of dawn decided to head back to his own dorm, because one, he didn't want to get caught and two, he needed some time to himself. that's part of the reason he hadn't planned on going to class, but the distraction might be welcome. maybe. he's not really sure he's going to be able to focus on anything but how terrible a person he is for using that stupid card. he smothers his face with his hands, trying to keep it together, which is difficult when he's exhausted and guilt ridden. ]
[ could today get any worse? ]
( ooc; for the people that need to challenge him just pop in whenever and wherever and let's throw down! )
What: It's a very bad day.
Where: Anywhere & everywhere.
When: Immediately following his Discovery of what the Deathtoll card does.
Warnings:
[ yugi had stayed overnight in purifuel, but at the crack of dawn decided to head back to his own dorm, because one, he didn't want to get caught and two, he needed some time to himself. that's part of the reason he hadn't planned on going to class, but the distraction might be welcome. maybe. he's not really sure he's going to be able to focus on anything but how terrible a person he is for using that stupid card. he smothers his face with his hands, trying to keep it together, which is difficult when he's exhausted and guilt ridden. ]
[ could today get any worse? ]
( ooc; for the people that need to challenge him just pop in whenever and wherever and let's throw down! )

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[He still had his classes to attend, he was sure, but he didn't care for them. Not now. Not with this urgency behind it, as though this one event, this one game, would mark the difference between his eternal damnation and his very redemption. Because somehow, there was such a thing. Somehow, everything hinged upon it, and this was all he needed to gain eternal life.]
[And there, at last, the man was. There, on his way to wherever, this was his answer. So simple a response. So easy price to pay. Kuja beelined for the man the moment his gaze fell upon the man, despite never having seen him beforehand, and he raised a hand to point in accusation.]
You! You will be my opponent this evening. Ready your cards, and face me!
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[ the talk the previous day with kaiba had him temporarily feeling alright, but that might have only been the case because yugi didn't want to further concern him. he had plenty to worry about like being trapped in a card because his boyfriend absolutely sucked. ]
[ he sighs, shoulders slumping, the call to him ignored, because the person couldn't possibly be talking to him, right? but then he continues on and yugi has to turn around to see just what is going- what. ] M- Me? [ well, he was pointing at him. ] I, ah, I think you've mistaken me for... [ he looked around. ] this guy. [ he jerks a thumb at some random student and bolts. ] EASY MISTAKE TO MAKE!
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Oh? Running from me? How long do you think you can run? No one in this world can flee forever. I would gladly accept your admission of defeat, however, that must not be the case. I would sooner see proof of your defeat with my own eyes than hear tales of it from those who live among the lower ranks, as I know you like to do.
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I, ah, I can't play though! I'm taking a semi-permanent break, sorry! [ he calls back, unsure if he's been heard or not. ] But there are plenty of other people you can totally play! I can even point you in their direction!
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But she's not so friendly today. She's traded her school robes for a studded black leather jacket, black steel-toed boots, and a red and yellow dress that looks like a swirl of flame. She's got her arms folded, and she's wearing a wicked smirk. ]
So are you the one they call King of Games? Ha, that's funny. You sure don't look the part.
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Whether or not I look the part is irrelevant. [ the title was his. ] What are you doing? [ he takes a pointed step back, considering his options. he wants to run, because he doesn't want to have to deal with this, but dealing with this seems to be the only way to fix this. ] And what do you want? [ maybe he can get some answers? ]
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Oh, not much. Just your crown. And your utter and complete humiliation would pair nicely with it, I think.
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[ he stands his ground, digging his heels in and staring her down. he's not scared, he's just confused, and hurt, and so freaking exhausted. what is going on?! ]
Not going to happen. [ he's not sure he's going to get answers from her, not when she's like this, but... probably not afterward either. he doesn't really know how he's going to get to the bottom of this. his eyes briefly look to the deck box strapped to his belt. ] But why do you suddenly want my crown anyway?
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This is coming packed with Spyro, because Yugi could use a LighterFlavor of Confusion
He stood up, said he needed to go, and left. Unfortunately for Noa, while the idea of bolting for the games store and a clothing store was a great idea in practice, he happened to encounter Spyro there as well.
They spotted the other picking costumes. They spotted the other picking cards. And now, before he can even get a word to Yugi, he spots the dragon again, opening his mouth, and-
And as far as Yugi is going to see, a 'well dressed' purple dragon the size of a dog is getting tackled by a green haired kid wearing no less than the following:
Shades,
A snazzy blue vest,
Those are probably some attempt at spiked bracelets (those are evil right??? THREATENING),
Maybe a coat? Does it count as a coat if the sleeves end at the elbows?
"SPYRO THIS IS GOING TO BE MY FIGHT, BACK! OFF!"
He'll. Get to the challenge. Trust him.
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To which, Spyro yelps upon being tackled. His idea of being well-dressed for evil is some shiny new (fake) bling and completely black robes. Because even dragons like his kind specifically are as a whole still not that big on wearing a lot of clothes.
"I got here first!"
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[ maybe they'll be so caught up in their own fight that they won't see him trying to quietly back away. ]
[ nothing to see here! ]
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... No one ever said Spyro had a stellar repertoire of insults. But he wriggles himself free from the boy if he can. Either way, the dragon tries to up his intimidation factor by huffing out some smoke.
Because the idea of actually maiming people feels so beneath him compared to crushing Yugi in a card game.
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closed to kaiba; and after about a million foil clashes.
[ he's physically and emotionally drained though, and he feels like he's running out of options. yugi can hear several students chasing him, trying to cast spells to impeded his progress, but he immediately begs peregrin to take to the skies, so he can catch a brief break... and maybe hide. he takes out a small notebook and quickly scribbles a message to kaiba. ]
wher r u
i need u rn!
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Library. Not an ideal meeting spot. Everyone's more crazed than usual---I'll go to the gate.
What's going on?
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if ur @ library
i can be ther
hang on
just go outside
[ and if kaiba goes outside and looks up he'll see yugi ( and peregrin ) circling above. he asks his familiar to land, so kaiba can climb aboard and they can find somewhere safe to talk. there's a spot far across campus that should do nicely. ]
You're telling me. Everybody's lost it. I don't think I've had more than five minutes to myself today. What with everybody challenging me to foil clashes like it was going out of style. [ he huffs, clearly exhausted. he hadn't gotten any sleep the night he spent with kaiba, but that's his own fault. being run ragged all day has certainly not helped his situation. ]
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[ Kaiba waits, and in any other situation he'd really take the time to enjoy the flight. But he knows Yugi needs him now (and there's a wild-eyed person rushing at them with a deck), so he holds on a little tighter than strictly necessary as they fly to a quieter spot. ]
...in other words, everyone's turned into me from three years ago? Wow. I know you've been working on making the game more popular, but how could that happen overnight?
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enjoy your Large Ham.
[His entire mien changes once Yugi walks into the store. Without the external influences plaguing him, Cliff would...probably be plenty kind. Even his familiar knows something is wrong--he's going to end up with bruised shins later, but for now, all Rounder can do is cross his arms in front of himself. If a marble ball could look sulky, this one certainly would. Rounder tries to wave Yugi off--get out of here, kid!--but it's not like he can talk. As Cliff's father would say, 'Fraw'.
As his familiar fruitlessly waves, Cliff leaves the startled owner speechless by turning to face Yugi, an odd smile on his face, and holds up a Fantastic Foils deck.]
About time you got here! [He extends an arm theatrically at Yugi, dressed in a snazzy black shirt and pants and spats with white tips, a white tie--and a totally ridiculous topknot. It's probably better not to ask.]
Yugi Mutou! Tyrant of Earth! I demand you give me satisfaction! Prepare to be CRUSHED under the weight of my rock themed deck!
[Yeah he might have been thinking about this too much. Or listening to his dad's 'I was a cheesy antihero almost-villain before I met your mother' stories...]
OH BOY
H- Hi. [ tyrant of... w- what?! even the owner looks baffled, and that's saying something given what he's seen here. ] I, ah, forgot my deck at home, s- sorry. [ nevermind that they're in a card shop and nevermind that he's wearing two belts, both containing a deck box strapped to them. ]
[ look! he's just tired of this and all of these people have gotten increasingly more crazy. ]
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Do you think I'm blind? Or have you not thought this through? [Point, point, point, he thrusts one of his arms out to direct Yugi's attention to his own decks. FOOL! Are you so cowardly that you won't face me in an honest challenge?
[Honest...mmmkay but whatever's got him in thrall at least makes Cliff think it's honest, so...]
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[ yugi huffs a sigh, growing tense, because all eyes are on them. ] Why do you want to challenge me? At least give me that much.
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Your defeat is here!
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Now, Yugi! It is time to -- [Wait. Hold up. As Orisa produces a deck from some nook on her person, she has to pause. An error has been detected. Moderating her tone slightly, Orisa swivels her eyes from her deck back to Yugi.]
I intend to defeat you in a card clash, but I would appreciate some help shuffling my deck. Cards were not designed for a one-handed omnic to easily manipulate.
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Orisa... did something happen to you, t- to everybody... [ he doesn't think he'll get an answer. he hasn't gotten any answers, but it's worth a shot, right? ] ... [ he's almost got to laugh, because this is ridiculous, but he takes her cards and shuffles them like he would his own, handing them back to her. ] Let's take this outside. We shouldn't wake anybody else up because you need to foil clash me...
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