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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 mean like therapy?"
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"...did being around so much death discourage you from making personal attachments of your own?"
Odd place to start, but.
cw: death, murder, harm to children, sexual assault
Casper folds his hands into his lap, trying to articulate this properly. "I was on a team - smaller than the ones we had here. We sort of formed together, whether you believe in fate or coincidence. We solved some problems. ... Caused some others. I was really attached to them since they were my first friends." He looks away and pulls up his pant leg, revealing the ivory colored metal.
"They weren't. I was too weak to stand up against someone in my group who was doing something wrong and bullying me into it. At least one child died because of it, and so did I when I finally broke and fought back." He drops his pant leg and looks at Seto seriously.
"And I kept traveling with them when I got back - the guy who killed me left the group. The others didn't care about it, but I still stuck with them. I was still attached to them. ... It started to weaken, especially after they didn't care that I nearly got raped." He hates how that word sounds, but calling it 'sexual assault' just seems to weaken the impact of the word to him. "I still had ties to my father even after he revealed himself to be absolute scum, caring nothing for family, legality, morality, or for facing the consequences for his actions in general. I still held onto the ties with everything I had."
Bob hops onto his lap and Casper pets his feathers absently. "... And then I got pulled to a place like this. It took time, but I started to let go of those ties. I knew they were strangling me but they were all that I had. I met better people who I formed far healthier ties with. I've learned to be a bit more careful now... but I still feel like there's chances for everyone. The likelihood of those chances varies, but it's there. ... And that little spark keeps me going, keeps me reaching out to people even when I'm afraid. I know how to cut ties when I need to. But I'd rather get hurt than leave someone to drift out there alone." He offers the other man a gentle smile.
"So the short answer is... no. It didn't. If anything it showed me just how valuable connections can be. It took me a while to get the right ones, but I kept trying."
Re: cw: death, murder, harm to children, sexual assault
"You're pretty tough," he says softly. "I used to think it was foolish to try...my father was the same, but I absorbed different lessons. He taught me to distance myself, to take everything I could...that kindness was weakness and I needed to conquer at all costs."
He bows his head. "Yugi was one of my intended victims, but he kept reaching out to me. When I was in over my head and I'd burned all other bridges, he saved me. And over time, he taught me how to be part of a group, as much as I was unwilling at first..."
Trying to stay calm here. "That you figured it out after so many false starts is admirable. Maybe thee is something I can learn here."
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He blushes a little bit, more yellowish-red than red. "I'm... if nothing else, I'm stubborn and loyal. Sometimes things happen, and they hurt... but closing yourself off is just going to hurt more, in the end."
He leans back a little bit, thinking. "If you ever need an escort around, just let me know. I'm usually in the library... I don't want you to be alone, especially when you're still processing and nervous from all of this. You deserve to feel safe. And I'm not easy to damage and I'm very fast, so you don't have to worry about me being in danger."
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He needed a bodyguard or few, preferably someone trustworthy. Was that Casper? Well...it certainly could be.
"Thanks, but...Yugi. I'm more worried about him---I can't put him through this again, once cost way too much."
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Or as okay as someone can be, after going through that.
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Kaiba hates this. He hates feeling terrified, hates needing a bodyguard to do anything...but this is the hand he's drawn. He has to play it.
"Thanks. I guess I should be getting ready for bed, then...but I don't know if I can manage any sleep other than the mandatory. I know you said you can help, but that gives her an opening..."
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Hey, he needs something to focus on.
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He holds his hands out and a plush wolf appears in them. He pulls it to his chest and hugs it. "This is mine. They're called 'dreamcatchers', which I know is already a thing but these actually work. Most ones around are just cheap shit with materials that would never be actually used, but that's a whole different rant."
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"Is it more effective with an object of mine? She raided our room to set the trap, but there might be something left."
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He fumbles for his bag, digging through the mess for his ticket. "Room 5D. There should be a stuffed blue dragon. The furry brown ball next to it is Yugi's, that will work for him when...when the time comes."
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There's a slight screech of sneakers on tile as he returns, plushes appearing in his hands along with the ticket. "Here you go."
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He reaches out to take the dragon, watching the Kuriboh with a distant expression. "He really likes sillier gifts. We both play a card game called Duel Monsters, and the plushes are our favorite monsters."
The cheerful looking dragon is definitely not matching his mood today, but he sits it on his lap anyway. "What do I need to do?"
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"Put your hands on it... I'll have to put my hands on yours too." He doesn't want it to be sudden, especially not after what happened. "Take a deep breath, and think of some of your best memories. Imagine them running down into your hands and into the plush." It might take a bit, given Seto's mood at the moment, but as he does the Blue Eyes White Plushie will start to glow softly.
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He grimaces at the instructions, and steels himself.
"Given that most of them involve Yugi...this might be difficult. Will you be able to see the memories?"
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Kaiba watches the soft glow, feels Casper's hands pressing into his atop the plush, and struggles to reach for a memory.
One of Mokuba's birthdays. Two brothers running around a newly built Kaibaland, 'testing' every ride. An early game of Capsule Monsters. Mokuba was always better at that than he was...
More recent memories. Drinking cocoa with Daia. Pokémon training with Eva. A game of Jenga with Siebren and Xander, sledding with Della, dueling with the two Kens, building with Entrapta...and dancing with Yugi. he has a place here after all. It's not the happiest thought in the world, but it's enough.
It has to be enough for now. He finishes with a soft sigh, finally opening his eyes.
"And I just...keep this with me?"
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Casper smiles gently at Seto. "I know it hurts right now. And that's okay. But you seem pretty tough... you'll make it through. And if you feel like you can't, there's people to help you."
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