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voidtreckerexpress2021-04-02 03:19 pm
shegypt) wrote in voidtreckerexpress2021-04-02 03:19 pm
Murder on the Voidient Express [closed]
Who: Team Stalk Like An Egyptian (Bakura, Yugi, Kaiba); Team Calvary (above + Jounouchi, Siebren, Peter, Ann), Team We Didn't Even Bring Her A Katsudon (above + Willow, Eva, Lightning), Team Why The Hell Don't We Have A Therapy Car Yet (above + Zagreus, Xander, Silvia, Sera & anyone coming to this late who wants in on aftermath)
Where: 2nd floor of Triage; forced container medbay on the 2nd floor of Medical
When: Kazoo 16, evening - Kazoo 17
What: Bakura believes she has seen (a version of) the person she hates above all others. Trapped in a moving tube with her. #YOMTPO (you only murder the Pharaoh once).
Warnings: MURDER, violence, torture, potentially stabbing depending on how this goes, nasty language, villainous monologues
This was absolutely too fucking easy, and Thief King Bakura is mildly annoyed.
Everyone on this moving tomb has spots they're supposed to sleep! And they're labeled! And they keep their possessions in them, without any traps or curses to prevent break-ins! This is either a set-up or else it's the easiest damn grave she's ever robbed, and honestly, the lack of effort insults her.
Or it would, if she didn't find it so damn funny. Under the pretense of learning "her new home", she'd been able to wander the entire length of the 'train' without incident, and the quietest, most out of the way spot in which to erect a trap was full of sharp objects for cutting into people! Bakura has loaded up the flaps sewn to the outside of her - whatever this shit on her legs is supposed to be called - with various items that could be useful in a pinch, but stabbing someone is more the work of an assassin than a thief. A thief has their own ways of fighting.
Their own way of enacting revenge.
Getting the drop on the priest hadn't been difficult; it'd been thanks to him that she'd found the nooks he and the Pharaoh(?) share, a name that didn't quite match - but was close enough. All she had to do was slip into the room, rifle through their possessions until she found - sweet confirmation - a golden box with a familiar symbol upon it. This she snagged, along with the little pieces of stiff papyrus in it. No Millennium Items; she'll grant the pair that much sense. If they've got her real prizes with them, it's on their bodies.
Into the wall she and Diabound had gone, placing a few of the papyrus pieces scattered outside. Sure enough, that'd drawn the priest's attention upon returning to his quarters - and when he bent over, well, that was curtains on the first act of this tragedy. A swift blow to the head crumpled him.
The Millennium Items still have to make an appearance, which is disturbing, but she didn't knock out this guy with the face of a woman whose existence annoys her for nothing. She's left an obviously beloved memento from around his neck sitting where he'd fallen, and has placed a deliberately sloppy-looking trail of papyrus from that door to her new lair. The box....the box she kept, because she's a thief, and it's the most valuable thing she's found so far, and it'll probably piss the erstwhile owner off on top of however he feels about her kidnapping his priest, and that's worth it.
Seto Kaiba will awaken trussed up in the second floor of the triage room, strapped to a bed propped up vertically in a mockery of a stone slab used for trapping the ka of so-called "sinners". Arms and legs have both been bound with strips of red bedsheets, the pillowcase twisted into a noose around his neck to ensure he doesn't struggle too much. All of his pockets have been emptied. (She still doesn't know the word "pockets", but they're like, the greatest fucking invention. Hail the pocket! So easy to pick.)
His captor is lounging against the wall and juggling scalpels, because she can. When she sees him stir, she grabs them - managing to avoid all the dangerous parts - and sticks them back in her clothes, since if she has them, no one else does.
"Finally decided to rise and shine? I hope you're refreshed, Mister Mighty Priest."
Oh. She's still got one scalpel. Which she twirls between her fingers, casual as can be. "I gotta lotta knowledge to steal before your savior descends."
[[ ooc: Different top-levels will be posted for the different portions of this scene! The YGO fight (ie, Team Egyptian/the actual murder) and subjugating Bakura (Team Calvary) will both be single, multi-person threads. Interrogation and aftermath can both take place in multiple threads BUT if you want more than one character in a thread, go for it! Just please note who all will be there so nobody gets passed over. :3 ]]
Where: 2nd floor of Triage; forced container medbay on the 2nd floor of Medical
When: Kazoo 16, evening - Kazoo 17
What: Bakura believes she has seen (a version of) the person she hates above all others. Trapped in a moving tube with her. #YOMTPO (you only murder the Pharaoh once).
Warnings: MURDER, violence, torture, potentially stabbing depending on how this goes, nasty language, villainous monologues
This was absolutely too fucking easy, and Thief King Bakura is mildly annoyed.
Everyone on this moving tomb has spots they're supposed to sleep! And they're labeled! And they keep their possessions in them, without any traps or curses to prevent break-ins! This is either a set-up or else it's the easiest damn grave she's ever robbed, and honestly, the lack of effort insults her.
Or it would, if she didn't find it so damn funny. Under the pretense of learning "her new home", she'd been able to wander the entire length of the 'train' without incident, and the quietest, most out of the way spot in which to erect a trap was full of sharp objects for cutting into people! Bakura has loaded up the flaps sewn to the outside of her - whatever this shit on her legs is supposed to be called - with various items that could be useful in a pinch, but stabbing someone is more the work of an assassin than a thief. A thief has their own ways of fighting.
Their own way of enacting revenge.
Getting the drop on the priest hadn't been difficult; it'd been thanks to him that she'd found the nooks he and the Pharaoh(?) share, a name that didn't quite match - but was close enough. All she had to do was slip into the room, rifle through their possessions until she found - sweet confirmation - a golden box with a familiar symbol upon it. This she snagged, along with the little pieces of stiff papyrus in it. No Millennium Items; she'll grant the pair that much sense. If they've got her real prizes with them, it's on their bodies.
Into the wall she and Diabound had gone, placing a few of the papyrus pieces scattered outside. Sure enough, that'd drawn the priest's attention upon returning to his quarters - and when he bent over, well, that was curtains on the first act of this tragedy. A swift blow to the head crumpled him.
The Millennium Items still have to make an appearance, which is disturbing, but she didn't knock out this guy with the face of a woman whose existence annoys her for nothing. She's left an obviously beloved memento from around his neck sitting where he'd fallen, and has placed a deliberately sloppy-looking trail of papyrus from that door to her new lair. The box....the box she kept, because she's a thief, and it's the most valuable thing she's found so far, and it'll probably piss the erstwhile owner off on top of however he feels about her kidnapping his priest, and that's worth it.
Seto Kaiba will awaken trussed up in the second floor of the triage room, strapped to a bed propped up vertically in a mockery of a stone slab used for trapping the ka of so-called "sinners". Arms and legs have both been bound with strips of red bedsheets, the pillowcase twisted into a noose around his neck to ensure he doesn't struggle too much. All of his pockets have been emptied. (She still doesn't know the word "pockets", but they're like, the greatest fucking invention. Hail the pocket! So easy to pick.)
His captor is lounging against the wall and juggling scalpels, because she can. When she sees him stir, she grabs them - managing to avoid all the dangerous parts - and sticks them back in her clothes, since if she has them, no one else does.
"Finally decided to rise and shine? I hope you're refreshed, Mister Mighty Priest."
Oh. She's still got one scalpel. Which she twirls between her fingers, casual as can be. "I gotta lotta knowledge to steal before your savior descends."
[[ ooc: Different top-levels will be posted for the different portions of this scene! The YGO fight (ie, Team Egyptian/the actual murder) and subjugating Bakura (Team Calvary) will both be single, multi-person threads. Interrogation and aftermath can both take place in multiple threads BUT if you want more than one character in a thread, go for it! Just please note who all will be there so nobody gets passed over. :3 ]]
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"You keep talking like you have somewhere to stand," she mutters. "I'm sick of your YAMMING!"
Raising her leg, and this nice, heavy-soled shoe the world had been nice enough to give her, she plows it into his solar plexus. "Where are the Millennium Items, you water-spouting SCUM?!" she snaps. "Reveal where you've hidden them and I won't rip your heart from your body!"
.....This must not be a very beloved dog. At this rate, not much may be left of him left by the time his master follows the leash.
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"Not here," he wheezes, his words struggling to get out. "I'd---ask where your ring was, but if you had it you'd already know that."
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Though if he's from the future, and potentially his companion is too....reincarnations.....then there's a world into which they can reincarnate. And they only associate one Item with her. Which would imply -
Aw, hell, this little side trip is turning out to be the best thing to happen to her even WITH this snarl. Maybe she should draw this out, the better to wring out how she was originally destined to lose, the better to avoid that future, to outsmart fate itself.....? Maybe she should even let them live, stewing in the knowledge of what they've doomed....?
Nah.
"Let's play a game, O Priestly One," she offers. "I'll keep asking things, and breaking your fingers if you don't tell me. We'll see how many you have left when the main act arrives."
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"Fine---he says through gritted teeth, bracing himself for another round of pain. Is there some way he can cry for help without her knowing? ICP can't be activated from a distance, and if he tried to trick her into activating it she'd likely finish him before help could arrive. Is intentionally dragging out the torture really his best option?
"Main act---"
And then her plan is clear. It's Atem's blood she really wants to spill. And that means...Yugi...
His eyes widen.
"Yugi's not the pharaoh," he gasps. "They're not even alike."
Says the guy who took years to tell them apart.
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It is the look of someone realizing they've been robbed.
It is the most beautiful thing Thief King Bakura could ever see.
"Hah! A likely story," she scoffs, grabbing for a pinky to begin applying pressure. "But here's a secret to take to your grave:"
Her breath smells of garlic when it brushes his cheek, her voice a murmur of shadows and screams and revenge
and for the faintest inexplicable moment, a British accent?."I
don't
care."
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Panic sets in. His voice cracks as the pain increases, and he feels absolutely pathetic---but he can suffer. As long as it's not Yugi, if he can somehow survive and get a warning to Yugi---
But he has no power here. No special psychic communication, no ability to loosen these bonds, nothing. He can only gasp in pain, too weak even to scream. No one will hear him. No one's coming to save him.
Hell.
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So where was he? He couldn't have decided to not get on the train for whatever reason and his name wasn't golden, so it's not like he just vanished either.
So the only real option was to just look in every carriage he could. it might have been a while but he was soon at the last one. He never walked past the other so it would make sense that they were there, right?
The only thing left to do was simply walk into an unknowing trap. As soon as he did, things just started to make sense.
"What is going on here?" Was all he could really ask, a sense of shock and worry sinking in as he looked over everything and a similar but yet at the same time different in certain aspects face.
Either way that was not exactly a good sign.
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Bakura turns away from Kaiba and puts her hands on her hips. "Yo, Splendiferous Pharaoh." (Or possibly not, but, come on. Looking at him in the flesh - even if the gender's wrong, the skin's wrong, the clothes are wrong, the eyes are a little on the dippy side - gets her heart pulsing through the channels of her body.)
"You're late! How you gonna apologize for keepin' me waiting, huh?"
She spreads her arms, indicating the room - the scalpel embedded in the wall, the trussed up, broken man behind her, the nice deserted area. "The great Thief King Bakura set up this lovely revel just for you!"
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He coughs up more blood as he struggles to call out, eventually gasping. "---RUN."
No time or energy to talk. It might already be too late, but he pleads with his eyes. Don't try to save him, Yugi. Get help.
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He all he could do was sigh slightly. He wasn't going to run which would be a really good idea, but at the same time he knew that he simply couldn't walk away anyway, not when someone he cared for was pretty hurt and he was certain in more danger if he even so much as tried to leave.
"For starters. I'm not the Pharoah. They have long since gone to the afterlife. I may have similarities but we were completely different people."
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Behold: a golden box with a rather unmistakable eye upon it! That she had been hiding somewhere in her clothes this whole time! (She is a thief. Don't question it.)
"Well?" Bakura gloats, holding the box out so Yugi can take a good look at it. "Still wanna claim innocence, small fry? The mighty have fallen if the great Pharaoh's legacy led to you......"
Seriously. Look at him. Up close and personal like this he's kind of irritating. She's itching for the fight of her life, and this kid has all the rigidity of a soaked rope!
Let's see if she can change that.
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But as he listens, pain that's not from his injuries twists in his gut. He's uncomfortably reminded of his own treatment of Yugi not that long ago...calling him nothing but a pathetic vessel. How wrong he had been. And how terribly, tragically wrong she is.
"We met him," Kaiba doesn't deny, his voice a weak rasp. "But Yugi is not him. He's the kindest person I've ever known. Atem...was different."
Not necessarily in a bad way, but different.
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So he tried his best to keep calm.
"I was once the host for him, yes. But in the connection to the past, I have no connection. He isn't here. He has long since gone in my timeline and his too. So I'm not sure what you hope to get out of this."
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She tosses the box onto a table. "A thousand deaths over a thousand years would be too good! If you were his host, then you know firsthand - the definition of a "king" is 'someone who gets everything he wants'."
Not enough to goad an attack? Okay, she can keep going. "Your body was comfortable, so he took it. Bet he didn't even say 'please'. How's he that different from me, then? Huh? What separates the king from the thief?"
Her mouth twists. "You're just loot and he plundered your grave before you'd even dug it. What a just king! Hahahahha!!!"
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"Now I have to point out a flaw. Yes, he once took over and I never noticed, but once I realized and we started to come to an understanding it became more I gave permission and that's where the difference is. A thief takes it without asking for permission from anyone. A king listens to people before they make a choice to take something or not and yes I am aware that he did at the beginning, but I try and have an understanding of everyone and their situation. The same would be for the thief. Why does one steal? Is it just because it's fun or is there more to it?"
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"Watch your fucking mouth."
Power begins building around Bakura, emanating off of her in waves. She holds herself back, waiting - waiting. Not yet. Let him spring the trap.
But like hell she's going to stand here and put up with this shit.
"A king listens and asks for permission? From whom? The sycophants who'll tell them what they want to hear? HAH!"
The air ripples. "He chose you because you were weak and would bow. That's the truth of a monarch's judgment! I don't want to hear a lecture from a box!!"
That's all he is, isn't he. A fancy box, just like the one she'd stolen from him. A pretty pot to fill with a Pharaoh. And if it's something the Pharaoh had ever once coveted -
She's going to steal it.
"I'M THE INVINCIBLE BAKURA, FROM THE VILLAGE OF KUL ELNA!! THE VILLAGE WHOSE SLAUGHTER YOUR PRECIOUS PHARAOH INHERITED!!! DO YOU THINK HE ASKED THEM NICELY FIRST?!?!??!?!"
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"Sure, once upon a time I was weak. I at least admit to that, but I never bowed to him. Much like my friends I treat everyone equally and with respect. If he did something I don't like I forced him back."
But as he listened he paused. Didn't Jou talk to them about that incident? he was pretty certain of that and he knew the way he felt then and he still felt the way he did now.
"You used the word inherited. He never was the one who called for it to happen so he himself never actually asked. I'm not saying what happened isn't awful because words cannot even describe just how bad it was, but your anger is going to someone who had nothing to do with what happened."
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"But he didn't stop using the results, did he?" Bakura takes a step forward. Then another. Forget goading him. It's intimidation time.
"That trussed-up bundle - " A jerk of her head at Kaiba. "Knew about the Millennium Items. What am I supposed to think about that, huh? How must I regard a King who knew what'd passed into his hands - and kept hiding behind them.
"Still, you have one point," she's willing to admit. "You aren't involved. But you're his, and I have you in my sights. In a way a man in a palace never lets himself do."
She reaches for him. Nice and slowly!
"And anything I can see.....I can steal."
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Kaiba's just barely conscious at this point, the desperation in his eyes clear. No. No no no no no. He can't...she can't....
He pulls fruitlessly against his bonds, straining as the tie around his neck cuts his air.
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Which considering what was around was not much at all. When she came in closer he could feel the fear build up within his chest, but he was still determined to not let that show at all.
When they were even closer was the chance that he was going to take to try and move to avoid whatever was going to happen. It was honestly all he could do at that point.
cw: i think it's happening, folks
If Yugi tries to dodge, he will be SOL - a pair of white, clawed hands reach out of the ground, not grabbing him themselves but corralling him right where Bakura wants him. (A grave that didn't have at least one trap wouldn't be exciting, now would it?)
So here she goes, grabbing for his throat with both hands, aiming to lift him clear off the ground.
"It doesn't matter whose you are," she growls to him; fuck it, the plan was to kill the priest with him watching, but the circumstances have changed. "You're mine."
He's nobody. Nothing. Useless. Worse than that! He's a literal tool of the Pharaoh, and having him onboard is going to wreck her grandest heist---
Bakura's thumbs press in.
cw: i think it's happening, folks
"Don't do this! You can have my blood---if anyone's a criminal here, it's me! What will killing the innocent get you?"
He's a pathetic weakling. He knows this. But the terror gripping his heart won't allow anything else.
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It made an escape and trying to turn things around impossible and there was no way to honestly get around them and the moment her hands clasped around his neck all the other could do was at least try and claw, his mind in a panic and the worry just slowly eding out.
Genuine fear.
His mind racing with memories and thoughts among others things as he struggled to get his breath. His worry about what Sera might be sensing about now, what will happen to that after. Feeling guilt over not being able to do more, a feeling of helplessness that he once again felt.
And regret not being able to do more. However, as he could feel himself slowly about to pass out he decided to at least say one more thing.
"You got what you wanted... Just leave Kaiba alone. He had nothing to do with that beyond looking like them."
wrap this part after kaiba?
Good.
Bakura debates pointing this out. Bakura realizes she is not feeling something pulse beneath her thumbs any more.
Bakura scoffs and tosses aside the body.
"Tch! Done already. What a fragile vessel he turned out to be."
Diabound vanishes as its master turns, cricking her own neck. "Now then."
She advances on Kaiba. "It might be crueler to let you live, but I'm not getting a Millennium Item out of this, and that ticks me off. Give my regards to the Afterlife."
Looming. Here. A scar slashed across the eyes of someone who has hurt so badly she no longer cares about who she hurts in return.
"Later, fucker."
ok!
His crumpled expression (not just from the nose) is frozen there for a moment, but those last hateful words remind him not only of what he's lost, all this agony...but also how pointless this waste of life was. If she's right...well, they'll both be reunited with Atem soon enough, and have ample time to warn him.
And if she's wrong, she too can learn how pointless this was.
"We'll all be waiting," he says dully.