[CAMPUS/IC] II

[fluffydeathdealer]

[This is a general post for threads that can't go anywhere else, to prevent making closed posts for one or two characters.

Threads here are 100% IC for the_campus.

11/02/14 - An Unexpected Guest
21/02/14 - Finally, No More Pantomime!
21/02/14 - Trial of the Heart: The Truth About Bakura?!
24/02/14 - Just Die Already! Sibyll Versus the Ring
17/03/14 - Tiny Trials With Bakura
21/03/14 - The Soul Alternative! Inside Harriet's Mind
23/03/14 - Bonds Between Men! A Reluctant Tolerance


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[wildcard_of_the_desert]

Ryou? Ryou, could you come help me with something?

[Sibyll's voice drifts out from the art classroom.]

[fluffydeathdealer]

Sibyll-san...?

[Hearing her voice is kind of a surprise. He didn't know she was into art. Limping a little still from the Heartless' attacks recently, Ryou obediently steps into the room. His leg feels really stiff. It's really irritating. And nobody'll tell him what happened to it either. Mostly because only the spirit and Karasu know, and Karasu hasn't come back from the dead yet.]

What do you need?

[wildcard_of_the_desert]

[The strong scent of metal greets him as he walks into the room. The Courier appears to be at work making new bullets for her gun. The room is fairly warm from the kiln, and its vent is running. About twenty or so freshly cast bullets lay neatly in several rows on the counter, and Sibyll is holding what looks to be a mold in a bucket of water.]

Oh, thanks for coming, sweetie. Would you hold onto this while I switch off the kiln? I just need an extra set of hands. You don't have to do anything besides hold it there while that batch cools.

[fluffydeathdealer]

Ehhh, so this is how you make bullets... You're really amazing, Sibyll-san!

[That's kind of scary, but kinda cool too. Crossing over to where she is, he takes the bucket from her without hesitation. It's a little warm, but not unmanageable. His arm aches a little from the wound he took to it, but he's sure she won't be too long.

And considering it's been snowing outside in scattered bursts, the warmth of the room is nice.]

[wildcard_of_the_desert]

[Inwardly, she steels herself to act, but her expression is nothing but smiles. It's harder when it's Ryou, but ultimately it will be for his own good.]

It's a useful skill when ammo is hard to scare up.

[The woman takes two careful steps away, casually reaching for her gun. Then she spins around, catching the poor boy upside the head. She had aimed her strike carefully, avoiding his face. After all, she wanted to stun him, not seriously injure him.]

[fluffydeathdealer]

-!

[Ryou reels back, dropping the bucket to the floor with a crash. It's too fast for even the spirit to react to, the sharp pain and suddenness of the hit leaving him dizzy and mindless. His mind can't even grasp what just happened. One minute Sibyll was there, and the next... something hit him? What... hit him? What's happening?

Falling back, he lands hard on his backside, unconsciously shooting his hands out behind him to break his fall. The motion hurts his arm more and he just sits there for a moment, briefly paralysed by pain and dizziness. If she'd hit a bit harder he might have been knocked out entirely for a moment.]

[wildcard_of_the_desert]

I'm sorry, honey, but this was the only way. I'll patch you up as soon as I'm done here.

[She swims back into his vision. As fast as a snake's strike, she reaches out and grabs at the Ring, yanking it off his neck with as much strength as she can muster. It may not help, but her hands are still encased in the thick gloves she was using earlier.]

[fluffydeathdealer]

[The gloves spare her a nasty injury as the Ring's prongs stab out towards her hand. Rather than clinging to the vessel, it seems to be voicing its' annoyance. Ryou groans, vaguely aware that the Ring's weight is gone from his chest.]

Eh- W-wait, what are you doing?!

[His voice is strained at best. He doesn't really want to move right now...

Without actual physical contact, the spirit can't take over her - though his voice does echo in her head.

So that's your plan... What an annoying woman you are.

Maybe if Tenar hadn't wrecked the gold chain, the Ring would have been harder to remove. What a pain.]

[wildcard_of_the_desert]

[She starts a little when she hears his voice echoing around in her head, but holds onto the Ring with an iron grip.]

You've had your talons in Ryou for long enough.

[With a snarl at the Ring, she lifts the lid of the kiln open. She's doused in a wave of heat. With her free hand, she shields her face. The other arm flings the gold necklace into the kiln. Then Sibyll slams the lid shut and locks it, pressing in a few commands on the keypad.

Back over to the now free Ryou, she gently helps him to his feet.]

Come on, we need to get out of here. I've modified the kiln to burn hotter then it's supposed to and I don't know what's going to happen. Just so long as I turn that thing into slag.

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[fluffydeathdealer]

[Wait. Wait a minute. Wait wait wait wait wait-

Ryou's very conflicted. On the one hand, she may have just gotten rid of the Ring. On the other-]

You just melted my one memento of my father...

[Oh god, and Malik is going to kill them both, isn't he? He's totally going to be mad as hell and what if he goes crazy-

But the Ring is gone. Gone, gone, gone, gone, he's free, there's not going to be any more voices in his head... No more using his body to hurt anyone, no more waking up to weird injuries, no more blackouts and worries and loss of control...]

2/3, I lied

[fluffydeathdealer]

[fluffydeathdealer]

[Injured leg and arm or not, you're getting the biggest hug, Sibyll, and possibly getting twirled too.]

[wildcard_of_the_desert]

[She hadn't been expecting that, not when he mentioned that it was the only memento of his father. But she smiles and hugs him back, even kissing him lightly on the forehead.]

Sorry about the hit on the head. I didn't want him to try anything.

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[fluffydeathdealer]

Sibyll-san... [Sniffle.] Sibyll-san, thank you!

2/3

[fluffydeathdealer]

[It's unfortunate for the both of them. Even without the soul fragment left within the wayward vessel, Bakura is not so easily destroyed. The soft voice of Ryou continues, though it's no longer Ryou that's speaking.]

You're so kind...

[fluffydeathdealer]

[An eerie sound heralds the change. An echoing chime fills the air. It happens in a flash. Ryou's face, buried in Sibyll's shoulder, distorts as the Ring reappears around his neck. A dark smile crosses his lips.]

So kind I feel bad for spoiling this happy moment!

[The sarcasm in those harsh tones is almost too thick to miss as he lifts his head to smile at Sibyll, not moving away from her warm body.]

[wildcard_of_the_desert]

[Her eyes fly open in horror. She places her hands on the boy's shoulders and pushes him back to stare into his changed face.]

No! That's not possible! You should be melted to the damn floor of the kiln by now!

[fluffydeathdealer]

Hahahahaha! That's too bad!

[He grins broadly at her, enjoying the look of shock and horror on her face.]

I told you... it's not that easy to get rid of me! But you can try again, if you like! I won't even try to kill you for it!

Heheheheheh...

[wildcard_of_the_desert]

[Her expression of horror morphed into one of fury, naked hate. He didn't need to ask twice. Sibyll grabbed the necklace again, yanking it free. She flung it at the work table and grabbed a hammer. Over and over she brought the hammer down on the Ring.]

[fluffydeathdealer]

...

[Ryou just watches silently, feeling all his happiness of before just melt away like the Ring should have. The hammer strikes over and over, but all that happens is the occasional spark from the force of the clash. The Ring remains stubbornly intact, not even the tiniest of cracks showing up.]

M... maybe something with more force...?

[wildcard_of_the_desert]

[Her eyes narrow, and she turns back to Ryou.]

Get out of the room. I don't want you to accidentally get hit in the ricochet.

[Then she turns back to the Ring, pulling a set of protective goggles. Once Ryou is in the clear, she opens fire on the gold Ring.]

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[fluffydeathdealer]

[He dutifully flees the room, shutting the door behind him and dropping down to crouch on the floor with his hands covering his ears.

What was wrong with him? He should have known it wouldn't be that easy. And why does part of him still want the Ring to survive?]

Please...

[His voice is just a hushed whisper, inaudible to the two still inside the room.]

Please just disappear...

[fluffydeathdealer]

[Almost as if it's mocking her, the Ring simply sits there. The most it does is skid from the force of the bullets.

Inside the Ring, the spirit is laughing like a madman.]

[wildcard_of_the_desert]

[It took everything in her power not to yell out in frustration. She wasn't about to give him the satisfaction. No. She had to think. Forcing herself to breathe, Sibyll paces back and forth, trying to think.

Stepping closer, she looks at the Ring suspiciously. A thought occurred to her, but it was crazy. On the other hand, so was this whole situation. So time to go with insane.

She takes a couple more deep breaths, trying to replace her anger with a different, less destructive emotion. Slowly, almost as if she's afraid it would spring to life, Sibyll reaches for the Ring and takes it in one gloved hand. She presses it against her breast, right by her heart and focuses. She focuses on the warm she holds for Ryou, the maternal affection the spirit in the Ring finds so foreign. Funneling every ounce of her strong will, she tries to shove all that emotion into the gold necklace.]

[fluffydeathdealer]

[He could just have stabbed her with the Ring's prongs, but this is the last act of a desperate woman. It's too amusingly pitiful to end in such a violent way... and he did say he wouldn't try to kill her for it. His voice echoes inside of her head.]

What a foolish woman you are... Swinging from destructive to loving over me so fast! Unfortunately for you, I'm taken.

[It doesn't even frustrate him. That kindness of hers is pathetic. Those maternal feelings are unnecessary. But they don't affect him at all like this. It's the conflict between her hatred of him and those bizarre affections that unnerves him the most. He doesn't remember or desire anything parental in his life.]

Be a good girl and give me back now, won't you?