Seven isn't enough: I need more!
I'll go challenge people. Back-to-back duels at a mall? That'll be fun.
[Private but Sora-readable] Five duels... so little energy. I must lose it all. Anyone can die. I will live for eternity.
I'll go challenge people. Back-to-back duels at a mall? That'll be fun.
[Private but Sora-readable] Five duels... so little energy. I must lose it all. Anyone can die. I will live for eternity.
I should practice before term starts.
A series of duels.
No gods.
[Private to Sora] That includes you, Sora. If nobody volunteers, I'll need your help. Please?
A series of duels.
No gods.
[Private to Sora] That includes you, Sora. If nobody volunteers, I'll need your help. Please?
[Private To Sora]
Sora, got a minute? I've got a few questions for you...
Fuminori. Can you tell me a little more about the guy?
Sora, got a minute? I've got a few questions for you...
Fuminori. Can you tell me a little more about the guy?
Now, I could go for a salmon. The grub any good here?
Edit: I haven't wretched this bad since my brother left some vegetables in the back of the car.
- Location:Domino City
Texts. Emails.
Oh, you're kidding me. What little punk got hold of my number?
[Private to Sora] Hey, if you're reading this... Look, I'm worried. What happened?
Oh, you're kidding me. What little punk got hold of my number?
[Private to Sora] Hey, if you're reading this... Look, I'm worried. What happened?
Yeah, I hate Mondays. And all this self-pitying.
So where's the fire?
So where's the fire?
Huh? Someone was sending me spam email.
(Something about that email bugs me.)
I just need to get through this. And you know what else? There's something good about it. The proximity to the end? Very good.
(Something about that email bugs me.)
I just need to get through this. And you know what else? There's something good about it. The proximity to the end? Very good.
*Mitsuki's in his room at the hotel, sorting out the last of his things.
Come bother him.*
Come bother him.*
[Filtered from Kleinmen]
This whole thing reeks to high heaven. That about explains it, or that man's got more skeletons rattling around in his closet.
Just some ordinary man...
How many secrets does this guy have? Starting to get on my nerves. C'mon, Mitsuki... Think...
This whole thing reeks to high heaven. That about explains it, or that man's got more skeletons rattling around in his closet.
Just some ordinary man...
How many secrets does this guy have? Starting to get on my nerves. C'mon, Mitsuki... Think...
*Mitsuki is leaving Kleinmen's office. His face has an angry expression. It rained: his hair's wet, and he needs a bath to get rid of the dirt. And lightning at this time of year - what's up with that? He pulls the door shut and casts left and right. An empty corridor: good. And that office. He couldn't make it any worse. It was a mess that worked. He couldn't find anything! Except a cake, with the words 'Be Good' in blue icing on top of frosted white. And the plans for it were in a folder with the letters SECRET PLANS in bold red font. Totally not suspicious.*
He's up to stuff.
[Open to all. Filtered from Kleinmen]
Does anyone know where Dr. Kleinmen's staying?
[Open to all. Filtered from Kleinmen]
Does anyone know where Dr. Kleinmen's staying?
Heh, I never thought I'd say this:
To all you kids, good luck in your exams. You can do it.
[Private to Self] God, her ass was tight.
To all you kids, good luck in your exams. You can do it.
[Private to Self] God, her ass was tight.
- Mood:
lazy
Crap's over.
Exams won't wait. I suggest you all revise.
Exams won't wait. I suggest you all revise.
- Mood:
amused
The docks.
It's always at the fucking docks.
And I can't move. God, I'm useless.
It's always at the fucking docks.
And I can't move. God, I'm useless.
*Mitsuki hasn't turned up to class. He's in the forest, meditating in the stillness. Nothing in life matters. Food doesn't matter, the book says; nor does time, or bodily functions. Leaving those behind to gain immortaility and be unafraid? That is good, but not when he passes up on food - he's dehydrated and hungry. He's been there for several days. He doesn't care for the time. If the old man went off, then the only person he can rely on is himself. Except nobody said it would be easy. He's passed out, and is surrounded by occult paraphanelia.*
- Mood:
blank
Trading list.
Need Resurrected Ruler Hades. Will pay money.
( TAEV and CSOC: Black Garden, Heraklinos and more. )
Need Resurrected Ruler Hades. Will pay money.
( TAEV and CSOC: Black Garden, Heraklinos and more. )
- Mood:
calm
*This is for Mitsuki to move into Osiris Red. Come bother him.*
*Ok. The North School Submarine isn't in the dock. There's a monorail.*
*Mitsuki's stood to one side. A crumpled piece of paper is in his hand. And suddenly, there's the loudest shout you've ever heard.*
Bastard!
*Mitsuki's stood to one side. A crumpled piece of paper is in his hand. And suddenly, there's the loudest shout you've ever heard.*
Bastard!
- Mood:
angry
First class'll involve a screening of Ryou Bakura's duels in Battle City.
This is Duel Academia, ain't it?
This is Duel Academia, ain't it?
