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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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CRACK
Without hesitating, eyes never leaving hers, his fist slams as hard as possible against her face and across the side, his eyes wide and murderous. Diabound itself? They're rather abruptly having problems, of the black, goopy variety, as Red-Eyes himself coils around and snares claws across the thing's jaws. It's not necessary for long.
The beast vanishes the moment Bakura is knocked unconscious.
That is as far as he goes however.
The point isn't revenge, or murder, or anything of the sort after all. It's just.
"...She c'n phase through walls, if anyone has ideas on where t' keep 'er f'r when we c'n talk t' her abou' th's," he mutters thickly, his voice hoarse. At his side, his fists shake, nails biting into the skin. "...We... ...we can' draw th's out though."
He doesn't let himself look to the side, even now.
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At least it's over now-and dude he told her she shouldn't call out attacks like that-now's really not the time for I told you sos though and he holds back a groan of pain as he slowly gets back on his feet, helping Ann back up at well, if she accepts his help.
"I was able to help Seto but..." He trails off and fights himself not to look over at the dead body. "I'm sorry I wasn't here faster."
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Shifting, she silently orders Carmen to do what she can, casting that healing spell over both Seto and Peter again, and she knows she's going to have to stop after this because she hadn't fully recovered from all the fighting at home, having only been on the train for a scant few hours.
"Hey... don't beat yourself up over that, okay? You did a really good job. Come on, we need to get the two of you to... er, there's a med place here, yeah? Ah..." She does glance back at Yugi, though, before looking at Peter again and lowering her voice. "...Are there police we need to report this to? I want to take him with us too, but I don't want to tamper with a crime scene if that's what this is..."
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The one who caused all of this, however, is very abruptly not, courtesy of the selfsame person who'd given Siebren the instruction to come here in the first place.
He breathes, slowly. He wants nothing more than to go to Seto, to make sure he is taken care of, but...the threat needs to be secured first. There was no point to this if he allows the danger to continue.
"The medical isolation rooms are meant to be inescapable." Trust someone whose greatest fear is being locked up to know that. "If we are to hold her anywhere, that would be the best location. I will take her there and return as soon as I can." He looks at Katsuya. "Please do what you can in my absence." Welcome to the responsibility of being the only uninjured person in the room.
He turns and takes Bakura with him, floating her much closer to him than he would like and deflecting questions as he moves through the cars - there was an accident, it is fine, she is being taken to medical and will require privacy. It is only when he passes Willow that he leans in, voice quiet. "Your services are required in triage. Please hurry, and be discreet."
He lays Bakura on a bed in one of the medical rooms and checks her in, effectively sealing her in - at least, he hopes. Whether someone who can slip through walls can leave here without being checked out is up to the train's discretion, much as he dislikes it. He leaves a note on the door requesting privacy and leaves to return to triage. Hopefully thing will have improved - however slightly - by the time he returns. Hopefully.