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[shegypt]

Who: Thief King Bakura & you
Where: Your bedroom. Yes, yours.
When: Llama 20
What: Bakura has decided she's waited long enough to get the heat off of her. She wastes no time doing the things she do.
Warnings: She has broken into your cabin. So don't tag in unless you're okay with that.

[ Bakura has been lurking.

She has been lurking so well she basically missed the whole platform. The whole mission, too - whatever. But her secret explorations have her thinking stealing the Voidtrecker Express isn't going to be something she can actively plan for. (Something she can someday absolutely do, sure! When she sees an opening!)

What's more, it's now been enough time that she bets nobody is gonna care what she's up to anyway. She doesn't see a guard....

It would be smart to keep lying low.

But it would also be dull.

In short, when next you open your still-completely-locked cabin door, there is a woman standing there. Holding your stuff.

She turns, and, without looking too upset, raises a hand. ]

Yo!

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(cw: mild cursing)

[creepyoldguy]

"What the hell are you doing with my shit? That's my shit!" Beetlejuice's hair flared red, his amber eyes narrowing. He snapped his fingers and the items she'd been holding appeared in his hands.

The demon put the items into the pockets of the ratty striped jacket he was wearing over his orange shirt with an irritated huff.

[shegypt]

"Was your shi---"

But then the items in her hands are vanishing, reappearing in the hands of the man whose fashion sense was just as Choice as her own (red train hoodie ripped down the middle, no shirt underneath). Bakura can't help it. She whistles, then chuckles - a guttural, stuttery sound.

"Good trick."

[creepyoldguy]

Beetlejuice flashed a fangy smirk. The red in his hair started to settle down, making its way back towards green.

"One of my many talents," he rasped in his own too-many-Marlboros tones. "Why're ya stealin' shit?"

[luckydragonsfoot]

[Katsuya is glad he keeps his things in his locker. Also on his person. Will this stop her forever? HAH. Probably not. In fact she might just assume he doesn't have things.

A fair thought to have...

Regardless.] ........................

A'ight which one of y' put th' other up t' this, [he asks, staring at the thief with two livestock animals under her arms.]

[shegypt]

[ Bakura doesn't even need a second to rally. ]

This guy. [ She hefts whoever's in her left arm. ] Look at that face. A criminal mind....

[ She laughs at her own joke. ] I'm doin' ya a favor.

[luckydragonsfoot]

BAH! Should've known.

[He looks directly into the rainbow unicorn's face.] One day y' gotta pick a side Kaseri, y' gotta either stick t' crime or makin' criminal's float, y' can't pick which is funnier.

[Kaseri whinnies. The implication is she will do this for as long as she can get away with it. Amar, still neatly shorn and wearing a lovely little cape, simply bleats as Katsuya shrugs.]

Well, tha's yer warnin' then. Turn around an' y' might jus' be on th' ceilin'.

[Spoken from experience!]

[sizedoesntmatter]

[Yugi is just going to sigh slightly. Of course, she would be back as soon as Atem came to the train. Odd coincidence was it? But at least for the most part Yugi was already in the room so the moment she stepped through he looked up. He was surprised she managed to find them to be honest since he had moved rooms since then.]

If you are planning to steal anything, just don't. There is pretty much no purpose to it other than pissing people off.

[shegypt]

You have no idea what makes a good purpose, do you.

[ Hi victim. You are looking as lively as (Nearly Always!) ever. Brings a smile to her face just thinking about it!

Gods, she loves irritating you and your pet priest so fucking much. ]

[sizedoesntmatter]

Stealing really doesn't bring any purpose here, actually. Doesn't matter if I have no idea or not. At least I'm smart enough to know that.

[Did he just clap back? Maybe. Was he being logical. More likely. Could be both. At least he was at least keeping a level head about him for the most part. Even if internally it was a whole different ballgame.]

[adropofsunlight]

At.. least it's not me this time.

[Do... do you get the joke? She isn't sure if the joke is understood or not. But should she explain? That would ruin it right? This is a whole new thing for her, but at the same time... she was pretty sure she had that crown she got a while back for the memory of her day of leaving the tower and that being the reason.]

But that item is special to me. In more like a sentimental sense.

[shegypt]

[ Oh, Bakura gets the joke. It's a funny joke, too!

She hefts the crown. ] That so? Then I thank you. A King without a crown is in dire straits indeed!

[adropofsunlight]

I don't think that's a crown for a King.

[Did she know anything about crowns kings wore? No, not at all. But she didn't know why but she felt like it was definitely a crown for a female.]

But it's really special to me. it's the reason I even left my home for the first time in 18 years. That and someone who climbed into my tower.

Hope this is ok, lmk if you want changes?

[marvelous_murderbot]

The problem for Bakura, really, is two-fold. For one thing, her only possessions are her weapons. Nothing shiny or terribly valuable.

For another, she isn't human. She looks it, rather exceedingly so, given her designer's intentions to create an idealized form. Which means she doesn't sleep, which makes her schedule...erratic.

And she moves far, far faster. And does not hesitate when she perceives a threat, moving to lock the intruder into place.

looks good! bakura has powers that might help her break out if she so chose, heads-up

[shegypt]

Oh, well, look at this. A welcoming committee.

Bakura's grin is sharp as a knife yet lazy as a cat in a sunbeam.

"Hello to you too," she quips, assessing the situation. How's she being trapped? (Or, well. How does the opponent think they are trapping her. She is, after all, a thief.... )

No worries!

[marvelous_murderbot]

She has a very simple procedure.

Block off lines of escape. Retrieve weapons. Arm or headlock opponent. Summon authorities.

Each of which she will pursue in very logical order.

"Those do not belong to you."

[storms_eye]

Oh.. uh.. Hey!

[Silvia tentatively raised a hand to wave back when it dawns on her that Bakura shouldn't be in here and she's gripping onto a very pink dueldisk that doesn't belong to her. Honestly, she still had mixed feelings on the other girl and her weird mood changes and everything though she was still in the dark about the commotion from earlier]

You..... uh.. aren't here for another duel monsters lesson, are you? May I have that back?

[She hadn't even shown anyone else the device yet having just recently obtained it.]

[shegypt]

Oh, is that what this is for? [ Bakura shakes the Disk as if she thinks anything will fall out of it, then - gives it an underhand toss at Silvia's face. Catch! ] Ain't my color.

[storms_eye]

It's another way to play duel monsters. [She starts to explain.] It's called a duel disk, and it acts as an interactive field for the game.

[Raising her hands in front of her, mostly to guard herself she manages to catch it.]

T-thanks. [No the pink wasn't nearly as bold as the colors Bakura might prefer] So... uh.. what exactly are you doing in my room?

[deductiongeek]

[ Conan stares up at her, completely unimpressed. ]

Who are you.

[Fortunately or not, he'd been gone from the train during all the excitement of her arrival.]

[shegypt]

[ Bakura smirks. ] Who do you think......?

[ Like, come on, kid. You dumb or something.

There is an extremely obvious answer here! ]

[deductiongeek]

Obviously I could work it out from the roster if I needed to. Although honestly I'd rather avoid the effort.

[It depended on how bored he was. Thieves weren't usually enough to hold his interest. And given the situation, the most likely identification was either thief or spy.]

For the record, the only thing of value here are mystery novels. All of which I've already read.

[pragmaticcollaborator]

What are you doing in here?

[Needless to say, Ray had not expected to find someone who isn't assigned to this room to be here and holding his stuff when he walked in. Admittedly he doesn't have much at the moment, just the standard arrival items, his tracker disabler, and a stray netpoint left over from the last mission, but that doesn't change the fact that he doesn't like seeing his belongings in the hands of a stranger.]

You need to put those down.

[shegypt]

Do I.

[ Bakura thinks this over. She turns one of the items over in her hand. Considers this.

Holds it closer to herself, and grins. ]

Says who?

[almukhtar]

( And so, enters one pharaoh in that recognizable red. Similar tinted eyes settling on the pale-haired figure. Atem kept his bag situated squarely on his back everywhere he goes, though he need not; Not ready to actually wear the pendant and not trusting enough that if he were to leave it here it would stay here. A good plan given the scene that was uncovered. None of those items were his, but still. Couldn't allow her to depart with them.

Eyes flicked up and down. There were a few differences that the God-King noticed right away but they weren't all too relevant. As it turns out, this so proclaimed king (queen?) of thieves remains more or less the same regardless. )

Yo. ( It's flat. Arms crossing over his chest. He doesn't move even an inch from the doorway once its shut. What a familiar situation. )

[shegypt]

Nice of you to gre---

[ Whatever Bakura was holding drops to the ground. And it takes a lot to make the King of Thieves let her quarry slip from her grasp.

It can't be.

It absolutely fucking cannot.

Not without her noticing on the platform.

Like, this one still ain't hers. Missing some important anatomy. But.

No way no way nofuckingway.

And yet.

Yes way?

......Really?

.............HERE??????


.........................NOW??????????





................................................ALREADY!??!?!?!?!?!

You have like five seconds while Bakura reboots to attempt to further assert dominance, Atem. After that, the narrator cannot be held responsible for however she reacts. ]