vatheon | crouching teenager, hidden villain

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ky kiske

crouching teenager, hidden villain

Who: Bakura and OPEN for ~~victims~~ passers-by
Where: Empty building, just off the plaza
When: Early evening
Style: Prose, but I'll match
Status: Open

The first thing Bakura had done upon his sudden arrival was seek cover, like any proper thief.

Well, all right, that'd been the second thing. The first had been slightly more undignified, and involved making a rather incredulous face. But he'd gotten into this empty building fast enough to still, in his mind, count hiding as "first". And now he could assess his situation in full.

He crouched by an open second-story window, glaring with suspicion at the unfamiliar surroundings beyond: it was cold, here, in this mysterious trap, and the sudden soaking he'd gotten didn't help matters. And the sky - well. He didn't consider that "sky" at all. (The buildings were of equally alien design, but given everything else, what more could he expect?)

Bakura grumbled, scratching the mark that'd appeared upon the left side of his chest, and peered down at the road below. The strange device he'd found on his person lay beneath the window in which he now crouched: he didn't trust anything provided upon abduction, and rarely had use for the treasures he snatched anyway. No, this place's objects couldn't interest him less.

He needed answers. And there was only one way a thief ever procured those.

"Come, now," he whispered, beginning to grin. This "city" was the most elaborate piece of magic he'd seen! But he'd also yet to find the sorcery he couldn't dispel. "It's sloppy to leave a trap unattended."

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Conan was walking by on his way home. He pauses and frowns as he spots the SFC lying on the ground. Something was not right about this. Why would someone abandon their only link to the communications of Vatheon? He walks over and bends down to look at the site better.

Tch. Just a kid? Whatever this is - illusion or magical alternate realm - it's both elaborately planned and diversely populated!

"What, they're sending children now?" Bakura proclaims from the window, feigning outrage but smirking broadly. "I'm almost offended!"

Launching himself from where he'd crouched, he drops down to the ground just in front of the child, knees bent to take the brunt of his fall. He can't leave the kid be, after all. If it walks off with his bait, he might not get to speak with anyone useful.

"Careful there, boy," he warns, tossing his head to clear his eyes of his still-sodden bangs. "Haven't you been warned against touching others' possessions?"

Conan stands up and gives him a wide eyed innocent look. It was occasionally convenient to look like this.

"I was looking to see if there was a name on it. It would be bad if someone lost their SFC, right?"

"Is that what it's called?" Bakura cleaned out one ear with his pinky, an eyebrow raised. "Watch this."

Stooping, he picked up the "ess eff cee" and tucked it into his belt. "Safe and sound," he announced, though he had no intentions of keeping the thing - whatever it was (ask the kid? Nah). "Thanks for being a model citizen! Now run along."

If the kid was a construct, part of the overall trap, he wouldn't have useful information anyway. The boy couldn't have wandered in here haplessly, either. Even abroad, people from reality didn't dress like that.

Conan looks at the man intently for a moment.

"You just arrived here."

"Of course I did," Bakura replied; he had just flaunted his ignorance, after all. "Don't look so smug.

"I suppose this is the part where you fill me in?" he inquired, not actually sounding all that interested. "Let's skip a few steps."

He took a few paces forward, attempting to loom over the child. "We're jumping right to who's in charge here, boy," he suggested, his voice low. "If you're such a good soul, you'll take me there."

Conan stares straight back at him without fear. And not particularly impressed.

"The people here will tell you that the Lamufao is responsible for our arrival here. It isn't difficult to find. Getting answers is another matter entirely."

Cheeky kid. Oh well. Bakura doubted the official byline would be much to go by, but if that's where his captors wanted him to head, he'd oblige. It didn't seem to quite be time to disrupt their little game yet after all.

"So they say...." he mused - not that this "explanation" helped much, as "Lamufao" meant nothing to him and everything here looked peculiar. "Point me in the right direction, boy. Have patience with a poor new arrival!"

"The plaza. Where all the shops are? Once you get there it should be obvious."

Conan wasn't feeling particularly helpful right now. This particular mix of condescension and attempted intimidation always made him feel rather contrary.

"Shops...?"

Bakura jerked his head the direction he'd originally come. If this "Lamufao" was near where he'd appeared, then -

"So," he murmured to himself, grinning and musing. "'Isn't difficult', indeed....

"Thanks, kid!" he informed Conan, twisting a solid gold ring off one finger and tossing it at the boy. There were plenty more where that'd come from, and sudden generosity often knocked people off-guard. "Token for your trouble. It's been a pleasure."

Conan made no move to pick it up. "Don't litter. This place is enough of a mess already."

For someone so used to action, the long days of peace were, frankly, boring. Even if it was nice to not have to fight for his life and that of others all the time, Trunks was getting stir crazy. The job he had helped, but it didn't let him spend all his pent-up energy.

Today he decided to head for the island, intending to pick a direction and fly, see how far he could get. It was on his way through the plaza that he saw the abandoned SFC lying on the ground--probably dropped by a new arrival who didn't understand the significance of the thing.

He bent down to check to see if it had a name attached.

...Gotcha.

Springing out of the open window, Bakura aimed for the newcomer's back, intending to both startle him and pin him to the ground. From there, he'd have the advantage even if his victim knew how to fight - and if things became truly dire, there was always Diabound.

Such was the fate, he supposed, of the inattentive!

Startle, yes. Pin him, not quite--Trunks might have been on the small side, but he's solid muscle and even stronger than that implied. The extra weight doesn't even make him stagger.

He straightens up, though, and if Bakura doesn't let go he might find himself being flung off by a kiai.

What the --

Holding on wasn't worth it. Bakura lets go and immediately puts decent distance between himself and the stranger, shoulders hunched but grinning away. He doesn't see how anyone shrugging that off could be possible - which makes this man quite interesting, quite interesting indeed.

"Well, well!" he remarks, impressed. "Wasn't expecting a soldier in a world built by priests!"

"This place is just full of surprises," Trunks responds levelly, not inclined to overreact. He wasn't harmed at all, and not particularly threatened. "And not made by priests either, to my knowledge."

He bends down again to pick up the communicator, tossing it underhand at Bakura. "You want to keep hold of that. It's more important than it looks."

Ky had noticed the sudden increase in new people over the network, so he'd done the logical thing and headed down to the plaza to see if he could help any of them. When he spotted the communicator he looked around for a little while, trying to figure out who had lost it. They would likely find it difficult to get around the city without it -- he should find them to return it to them.

Oh, come on. Make this hard on him, why don't you.

Bakura leaned a little further out the window, waiting to see if the man would bend down to pick it up. When that didn't seem to be happening, he shrugged. More than one way to put someone's guard down.

"Missing someone?" he called from above, and leaped for his target. Advance warning usually wasn't a good idea, but if he could startle his prey, so much the better!

Ky being startled meant him reaching for his sword, although he didn't draw it. Instead he took a step back, trying to distance himself from where he thought Bakura would land.

"Are you the owner of this communicator?" Ky asked solicitously, but now on guard.

...and missed. Oh well. Bakura gritted his teeth as he landed, knees bent, and raised his head with a casual smirk. His target was armed. No matter.

"Who knows?" he asked, but held out his hand palm-up expectantly. "You always this courteous to assailants, sir? Such reckless decorum might land you in trouble!"

"You haven't proven yourself an assailant yet." It would have been a different story had he successfully landed on Ky, but he hadn't landed any sort of blow yet. Ky would rather avoid violence if possible.

"Is there anything that I could help you with? There are towels available if you're still wet."

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crouching teenager, hidden villain

Because Conan's luck ensures this has to happen

at least bakura isn't landing /on/ him - his plan for adults

LOL, another benefit of looking like a child.

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GO AHEAD, JUMP HIM. :D

WILL DO o7

Now he gets to see how well tackling a Super Saiyan works out.

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