The First Recorded Psychic Duelist @arcadiathepsychicduelist - Tumblr Blog

Where are the people that accused me? The ones who ɓęąţ ɱę dǫwŋ and ＢＲＵＩＳＥＤ me?

They hide just out of sight Can’t face me in the LIGHT They’ll return but I’LL BE STRONGER

whisperprinceton:

Whisper couldn’t help the smile that came to her lips at Arcadia’s clear excitement, her hands each reaching up to pat the little spirits on their heads.

“Th-this is Pikeru,” She introduced, indicating the little pink and white spirit, who smiled at the girl and chattered at her, continuing, “And this is C-Curran,” Indicating the small black and blond spirit on her other shoulder, though this little one only stared at the girl intently. “I-I… don’t meet many p-people… who can see them. A-actually… I’ve never m-met anyone… in person who can.”

After all, she could tell that Chazz could. But she had never actually met him.

Whisper was made a little nervous by the way Lifetrancer looked at her and her spirits, accusing her of something she knew she would do anything to avoid doing. A stranger, huh? She supposed she could understand the spirit’s worries, but it was still a little hard to hear her outright.

“L-Lifetrancer… c-can you not… sense my i-intentions? Pikeru… and Curran… they s-seem like they can… read h-hearts or something. Is… that n-not something… you can d-do?” She asked, her head tilted a little to the side in question. She had assumed all could, but maybe it was only a skill only hers had. Then again, all the ones she had met had all been so different, and many were afraid of her when they first met her.

She looked to the two spirits, who cooed at her before she nodded, saying softly, “They can tell… you’ve b-both suffered… but… they a-also can tell… you’re not b-bad people.”

Whisper’s brow furrowed a bit at that, sadness touching her features as well, but then, she had a thought, and her face lit up. “C-cake! We should h-have cake! Because… e-everyone deserves birthday c-cake…” She blushed, embarrassed by her sudden exclamation, playing with a strand of hair by her ear and pushing it behind it.

“O-or, actually, no… we need to f-find your b-brother… n-not… eat cake, s-sorry,” Actually, she hadn’t had a birthday cake herself before either, but she wasn’t going to say that either.

This girl had clearly had a strange life so far, and Whisper found herself more and more curious about her, and wanting more and more to help her. “W-well… it seems w-we have our work… cut out f-for us then… but if you s-saw him on TV… w-well, what’s his name? D-do you know?”

‘Took her away…?’ Where was it Arcadia had been before, it sounded like, this woman saved her. She wanted to help her, so badly, but she was starting to worry. Would she actually be able to help find this girl’s brother? She couldn’t take her home with her after all… but she couldn’t leave her alone now either. This girl seemed to have had such a rough life, and she needed some kindness.

She took the girl’s hand and gave it a squeeze, a smile on her face. “N-no, I’m… not scared of y-you. A-and I… I want to help y-you. I… I want to help y-you, if you’ll allow m-me. I-I don’t quite understand… what you’ve been th-through… or your s-situation but… I-I want to help y-you make it better. O-only if you w-want me to th-though, of course.”

“It’s nice to meet you, Miss Pikeru and Miss Curran!” Arcadia said, giggling as she bowed. “Oh really? I know a lot of people who can see them! Or...I knew a lot of people, but they’re all back...behind.” She blinked as she realized she didn’t want to think about that, and smiled instead.

Lifetrancer snorted softly. If I was as easily pacified as a Spellcaster, then my job of keeping her from getting herself killed would be a lot easier, she said with a superior sort of sniff. Her eyes passed over the pair of magicians with something that might have been distaste, but she simply folded her arms. Arcadia is far too trusting, but I will make up for that. Arcadia sent her a pouty look, and Lifetrancer seemed to relent a bit. Don’t take it personally, though.

Arcadia’s eyes lit up at the mention of cake, though. “Ah! I’ve only had cake once, it was really good!!” but she slumped a bit. “You’re right, we should probably look for big brother first. Ummm....his name is....”

Ugh, it was hard to remember things. She had to remember...it had been on the TV, and she was supposed to remember her brother right? “His name is...”

Ryo, Lifetrancer supplied for her. Remember? Ryo Bakura.

“Ah!!” she said, eyes lighting up. “That’s right!! I saw him on the TV cause he was boom and whoosh with his monsters, and there was a big red snake and it was all BOOM!” she waved her arms up and down to express just how “boom” it was, but she was so excited that she remembered it all so clearly now. “He has lots of ghost monsters and he looked a little upset while he was playing in...it was...it was a tournament, and it was on a big balloon at nighttime.”

She smiled when Whisper took her hand, and she put her other hand on top too so that she could squeeze back. “Thank you!! You’re really nice, Miss Whisper, I’m glad I met you!!”

#whisperprinceton #ahhh i'm enjoying this too whisper is such a sweetie :D #sorry i take so long to respond every time haha ^^;;

whisperprinceton:

Whisper’s eyes widened in shock as she heard the spirit’s voice talking to the girl… and saying that Whisper would cause her danger. She winced a little at that, could this spirit sense her torment? She took a deep breath, calming herself. No, no, she wouldn’t be hurting this girl, she wouldn’t cause her any harm.

However, before she could stop them or thing, Curran and Pikeru popped onto either one of her shoulders, and she shook her head at them gently. “S-sorry, that voice… i-it spoke to them a-and… called them o-out.” Leaning to the side a little, she called out the voice, “I-I promise… I won’t h-hurt her. I… just want to h-help.”

However, she tilted her head to the side a bit, her brow furrowing. This girl wasn’t sure? She had to think about it so hard… “W-when… is your birthday, A-Arcadia?” She asked gently, her voice soft, but the curiosity was clear.

Whisper watched Arcadia thoroughly as she thought long and hard, seemingly struggling to remember… her own brother? The description was rather vague and forced, as if she didn’t actually know who she was looking for.

“P-pardon me for a-asking but… your brother… i-is he expecting you? Have… I-I mean… you don’t seem… to kn-know him very well, I-I just…” The poor girl, she was trying so hard to not be offensive, but it seemed almost like she was getting in over her head, and she didn’t know what was going on with this strange girl.

She paused once more as the girl spoke to her, telling her of a Miss Rose and that she was sent here to find her brother… sent here? That sounded odd, what sort of life was this girl living? “W-well… I-I don’t think… its very s-safe… for you to be a-alone like this. A-and who is Miss R-Rose?” Whisper was understanding this girl less and less, and it was starting to concern her.

“O-oh… I-I just… w-well… I-I just have… a-a bit of a s-stutter, I… I’ve had it f-for a l-little while now… I… I just… c-can’t really help it at th-this point… I-I’m sorry.”

Arcadia gasped at the sight of the two little spirits appearing on Whisper’s shoulders.

“Aaaaah!!!” She hopped up and down her feet. “You have spirits too!! You have spirits too!! Lifetrancer see, she’s like me!!”

“Ahhh, you two are so cute!! What are your names? I’m Arcadia, and this is my best friend Lifetrancer!!” Lifetrancer grumbled a bit, but she appeared in spirit form behind Arcadia, glaring suspiciously at both Whisper and the little spirits.

You still shouldn’t tell her anything, Lifetrancer said. Remember, you’re not supposed to talk to strangers.

“But Miss Whisper isn’t a stranger anymore, right? We gave our names and that means we’re not strangers anymore. And she wants to help find big brother, too.”

Lifetrancer glowered, but Arcadia’s insistence seemed to pacify her a bit. The next question caught Arcadia little off guard and she had to think.

“Um...I don’t know when my birthday is...” she said. “They never told me, and I don’t think Miss Rose knew either, cause she didn’t have time to get my file when we left.”

She shook her head then at the next question.

“No, big brother doesn’t know I’m coming; I saw him on the TV though and then I remembered him, so I asked Miss Rose to help me come to Japan to find him. Oh! But I think he’ll probably be happy to see me, he cried a lot when I had to go the first time and he always wrote really sad letters to me before I came back.”

She bounced a little on her heels.

“Oh! Miss Rose is my other best friend. She took me away from the University cause I didn’t like it there anymore. She said she had something she had to do though so she couldn’t come on the plane with me.” Arcadia tilted her head, thinking about it. Come to think of it, Miss Rose had been acting realllllyyy strange when she had sent Arcadia off. Whisper explained about her stutter then and she came out of her thoughts, nodding.

“Oooh okay, that’s all right then, I just thought maybe you were scared of me and I didn’t want to scare you or anything.” She tilted her head. “Sometimes people are scared of me and I’m not really sure why.”

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whisperprinceton:

Whisper tilted her head to the side a bit, looking at the girl curiously. “W-well I mean… I-I could be mistaken, b-but… w-well, I’m 13. H-how old are you?” She asked her, unsure of this girl, but more so out of worry for her than fear of her. Whisper was used to meeting all sorts of odd, dangerous people, where she lived, it wasn’t uncommon, so she’d become good at reading people.

Of course, the little spirits on her shoulders were certainly helpful with that as well, but as many couldn’t see them and didn’t believe her, she’d become adept at keeping them secret.

After all, she’d been keeping secrets from the one most dangerous to her for most of her life

A small smile came to her lips as she nodded at the other girl, reaching her hand out to her in offering. “O-of course. Though… could you t-tell me what your b-brother… looks like… a-and maybe a bit… a-about him? You seem… r-really close is all.”

They seemed about the same age, and yet, this girl seemed… innocent, if not almost immature. Though maybe Whisper wasn’t the best judge as she had grown up too fast in contrast.

Whisper blinked at her question, tilting her head to the side once more, first answering her, “N-no, I live… in the t-town next door… b-but I come here a-all the time, w-whenever… I can g-get away. A-are you here… on vacation with y-your family then?” She asked, trying to gauge this girl’s situation as best she could. If the girl was new around her, finding out where she had come from and her brother in turn could be.

Lifetrancer hissed a bit at the back of Arcadia’s head. Don’t trust her, Lifetrancer said. She feels like trouble.

Arcadia just patted her bag once to quiet the spirit down. Oh hush, you don’t like anyone.

“Um,” she said in response to Miss Whisper’s question. “I’m...also thirteen? I think.” She bit her lip once, thinking it over. “Yeah. Thirteen. I must be, by now?”

She had to think a little bit harder about the next question, during which time Lifetrancer just kept hissing more and more at her that this girl felt like trouble and it wouldn’t be Lifetrancer’s fault if they got caught by a stupid trap again. Lifetrancer made it hard to think so she smacked her bag lightly again to hit the deck of cards inside.

“He’s...I think he’s probably taller than me,” she said, waving vaguely at the height she thought. “Cause I stopped growing for a while after I had to leave and come back. But I couldn’t really tell cause I only saw him on the television. He has hair kind of like mine, it’s long and white but not as long?” she put her hand against her hair, moving it up and down a few times before she thought she had the right length.

She shook her head then.

“Oh, no, Miss Rose sent me here to go find my brother, so I’m by myself until I find him!” She tilted her head at Whisper. “Are you okay? You sound realllllyyy nervous or something. Is something wrong?”

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arcadiathepsychicduelist:

Arcadia had gotten used to people asking if she was lost–she wondered if there was something she was doing wrong to make it look like she was lost? Like, she was, but Miss Rose had always told her to look like she knew what she was doing so that people wouldn’t ask questions. Arcadia hadn’t really figured out how to do that yet, she guessed.

The girl who had asked, though, didn’t seem very dangerous–she had pretty red hair like Miss Rose, too, and she talked like a girl Arcadia used to know a long time ago, with a sort of hesitated before each word. Both things that made Arcadia feel at ease despite the girl being a stranger.

“Um,” she said, “I guess I am a little lost…I’m looking for my big brother.”

She had been looking for about three weeks now since she had arrived in Japan, but without anything to go on besides a faint memory, she hadn’t had much luck.

“You have really pretty hair, miss,” she said, once again her thoughts coming out loud when she meant to just think them.

Ah, so she was looking for her family? They must have gotten separated, the poor girl. Not that she would understand the want to be around one’s big brother, but if this girl had a brother who was looking for her, and would worry about her, then she wanted to help reunite them. After all, if it was she and her twin, he would have been worried sick.

However, before she could say a thing, the girl’s compliment took Whisper off guard, and she blushed heavily, looking away and brushing a strand of hair behind her ear before mumbling, “Y-you don’t have to… c-call me Miss… s-since we seem… c-close in age a-and all. M-My name is Whisper. M-may I ask yours?

“Also…” She continued, raising her eyes back up to the girl shyly, “I-I’ll help you l-look for your brother. It can… be s-scary when you’re separated f-from your family.”

Though this girl… didn’t seem too distraught. She just looked like she was searching, looking, hoping to find her brother. But she didn’t seem like she was scared, not like Whisper would have been had she been in her shoes.

Then again, she wouldn’t have been looking for her older brother nearly as hard as this girl was…

arcadiathepsychicduelist

"Oh, really?” Arcadia had thought the girl was older than her, but she wasn’t very good at telling sometimes. She wasn’t quite positive how old she was, even. Miss Rose had told her she was twelve, but that was months ago, and Arcadia didn’t remember when her birthday was so she might be thirteen now? “Whisper is a really pretty name! I’m Arcadia.”

“Ahh really? You’ll help me look? That’s so nice of you, thank you!!”

Wow, she had made a friend today! That was amazing! Miss Rose would have been really proud of her.

“Do you live here, Miss Whisper? I haven’t been in the city for too long so I don’t know where everything is.”

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Whisper didn’t often make it into the city. After all, with her older brother constantly breathing down her neck, it just wasn’t something she got to do often. However, there was a tournament she had wanted to check out, and she’d gotten her adviser to write her up a fake field trip form for her, so her brother hadn’t given her any trouble when she had left this morning.

However, the tournament was over now, and now, now… well, she wasn’t ready to go back quite yet.

Ah, but there was something, or someone, that could keep her from doing so for a bit.

A girl who looked to be around her age was wandering, looking like she was either lost or looking for something. If she needed help, then maybe they could help each other for a little while oh, she was starting to sound like the people in her neighborhood she despised.

“U-um, excuse me… you look e-either lost… or like you n-need help l-looking for something. Is there… a-anything I can do t-to help? I-if you’d like, o-of course… I-I don’t mean to intrude.”

It was only noon, she still had a couple hours before she was expected home, and she… wasn’t ready to go back there yet today. And if someone could use her help, then maybe this day would turn out to be a good one all around.

arcadiathepsychicduelist

Arcadia had gotten used to people asking if she was lost--she wondered if there was something she was doing wrong to make it look like she was lost? Like, she was, but Miss Rose had always told her to look like she knew what she was doing so that people wouldn’t ask questions. Arcadia hadn’t really figured out how to do that yet, she guessed.

The girl who had asked, though, didn’t seem very dangerous--she had pretty red hair like Miss Rose, too, and she talked like a girl Arcadia used to know a long time ago, with a sort of hesitated before each word. Both things that made Arcadia feel at ease despite the girl being a stranger.

“Um,” she said, “I guess I am a little lost...I’m looking for my big brother.”

She had been looking for about three weeks now since she had arrived in Japan, but without anything to go on besides a faint memory, she hadn’t had much luck.

“You have really pretty hair, miss,” she said, once again her thoughts coming out loud when she meant to just think them.

#whisperprinceton #sorry about that delay!! the starter is perfect thanks for writing it!

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People should reblog this if they are okay with receiving ask memes from people they’ve never rped with before. Mutual or not.

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noa-kaiba

((I think something went wrong when I tried to send this, sorry if you get it twice)) She had never seen such huge houses before - and they were so pretty! Lots of rich people must live here. She wondered what it was like inside of the big mansions. Oh! Maybe the person she was looking for lived here! She should ask. But how would she get up to the houses? They had long driveways and big gates. She peered between the bars of one house's gate. Was anyone even home?

Noa Kaiba was bored. Mokuba was at school, Seto was in meetings for the rest of the day, and the staff were busy preparing for the quarterly shareholder conference in three days. With no one to talk to until Mokuba would return in four hours, Noa had holed himself in the library with a stack of books beside him.

He flicked through the pages with little interest, feeling as though he had resigned himself to reading the same words over and over. The problem with a memory like Noa’s was that he knew each book he ever read was filed away in the back of his mind and he found no joy in ever returning to them as it was impossible to be surprised when he could fill in every word in the chapter before seeing it. Maybe when the meeting was over, he could ask Seto to restock the library.

The book was clapped shut with a satisfying slap. It was far too beautiful a day to spend inside, anyway. Noa stretched and sighed, trying to think of anything else to do. Rising to his feet, Noa walked towards the library’s window and gazed out at the grounds. Perhaps a walk around the garden would suffice. He wished he still had access to the facilities his father provided him, like equestrian lessons or Olympic athletes to play sports with him. Seto would probably laugh in his face if he ever suggested bringing those luxuries back.

Suddenly, a figure hovering outside the main gates caught his eye. It appeared to be a girl around his or Mokuba’s age. She looked lost, but was peering through the gate with interest. Noa could hardly blame her - the Kaiba grounds were spectacular to behold. But the more he watched her, the more he thought she seemed to be looking for something.

Noa hesitated for a moment. Seto had forbidden him from leaving the manor unaccompanied, though Noa frequently disobeyed him whenever the mood struck. But, all the same, he knew to keep to himself as his presence could raise a number of problematic inquiries into the Kaiba family if anyone were to recognize him. Besides, even with his vantage point, Noa had no way of discerning whether or not she was dangerous. She looked like any other child, but then, so did he.

His fingers drummed against the window sill. Boredom truly did not become him. “I’ll at least see what she wants. But it will be on my terms,” he decided. Noa unlocked his phone and pressed the number four to alert the security officers.

“Master Noa,” came the reply, stiff and professional as usual.

“Open the main gate. We appear to have a guest.”

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“Is this -ugh - entirely necessary, Seto?”

His querey was met with a (in Noa’s opinion) unnecessarily rough jolt to his system as his artificial skin was peeled away to expose the wiring under his wound more freely. He was lying uncomfortably on a low table in his adopted brother’s office with his face pressed against the glass surface and his jacket removed.

Noa sighed and turned his head to the side, watching as Mokuba’s eyes widened and his lip curled. “There was a reason why we always attempted to keep you from seeing this process, Mokuba.”

Indeed, had Noa and Seto both had their say, Mokuba would have been locked out of the office and his repair facilitated in secret as all the others had been. But Mokuba had insisted on staying at Noa’s side during the procedure, citing their conversation earlier as justification. In order to distract Seto from questioning further, and perhaps becoming more suspicious of Arcadia’s theoretical identity, Noa had to acquiesce. Seto, for his part, simply could not give a good reason to keep Mokuba from the room that was not met with a ready retort from their younger brother and, he too, had to relent.

“Does it hurt?” Mokuba said with a very small voice.

Noa managed a smile, replying, “Barely. It only hurt in the moment, but became quite fine after.”

“He shorted out his pain receptors.” Seto stuck his hand deep into Noa’s shoulder, making him shudder. “He’s fortunate to still be operational.”

Perhaps he imagined it, but Noa could swear there was some degree of bitterness in his tone. “Your concern is welcome, Set-ARGH!” Noa inhaled sharply as the wire connecting to his pain center was yanked out of his cavity and held tightly in Seto’s fist. He was lifted half-off the table, gritting his teeth and trying not to scream and frighten Mokuba as the wire was snipped.

“Seto!” Mokuba cried as he grabbed onto Noa’s other hand. “Why does Noa even need to have pain receptors?”

His brother grunted. “So incidents like this happen with less frequency.”

Begrudgingly, Noa had to agree. “It makes me feel more human, Mokuba.” His fingers closed around Mokuba’s and gave them a squeeze. “I’m alright.”

Another grunt from Seto. “Now that you’ve established that, tell me about the girl.”

Noa’s eyes met Mokuba’s as he began to speak, mulling over how much information to reveal with each word to pass his lips. “She arrived this afternoon and I invited her up to the library to speak this me.”

“You’re not supposed to have guests.”

As he did not have any sort of response to that, rightly assuming that the explanation of ‘I was terribly bored’ would not grant him any sympathy, especially when coupled with Seto’s icy tone, Noa pressed on as if an objection had never spoken. “She requested a playful Duel with me and I complied. I should, at this time, mention that the safety settings were on for the both of us. Her monster, an entity called Lifetrancer, attacked me directly during the match.”

Seto did not reply for some time. “Did she modify the Duel Disk in any way?”

“No.”

“You’re certain.”

“Of course I am, Seto. This is why I thought you would take some interest in her. And, it would seem,” said Noa, propping himself up to look at his adopted brother, despite the tearing sensation it caused in his arm, “that she is similarly curious regarding you.”

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Arcadia had never before, in her entire LIFE, seen ovens that were so BIG. She had seen ovens before, of course, and she had seen kitchens, but she had never, ever seen one so big and fascinating. She pushed her face up against the tinted glass, wondering why you might need an oven this big. Maybe for a really, really big cake? It would be a cake almost as big as she was—she was pretty sure she could have fit inside if she wanted. Oh! Maybe this was an oven for pushing evil witches inside. Like in that picture book she had read once.

She peered farther inside the oven to see if it was really possible fit a good-sized witch inside. It was probably good information to know, in case she ran into a child-eating witch. It could happen. She bet that she could at least fit one of the security guards from the University inside. That was a good thing to know. Just in case.

Arcadia wandered back from oven, hands clasped behind her back as she turned in a slow circle to look over the rest of the kitchen.

“What do you think?” she asked her monsters. “It's pretty, right?”

Lifetrancer was not impressed. In her opinion, there was a severe lack of reachable weaponry compared to other kitchens they had been in. Where were all the knife blocks? If there was a fight, it might take a little too longer to become properly armed, and the environment was just a little too awkward for a good basic psychic fight.

“Everything is about fighting to you,” Arcadia huffed. “We're not gonna have to fight in the kitchen. And look, Esper Girl likes it!”

Esper Girl's like or dislike of the kitchen apparatus was not a suitable argument for its validity of existence, as Lifetrancer said. Arcadia just huffed again, and her shoes clicked on the floor as she wandered deeper into the kitchen, looking for a door to the dining hall that Noa had told her to go to. Was she supposed to be meeting someone? She wanted to wait until Noa came back. Her stomach grumbled and she decided it was time to start looking for something to eat, whether Noa arrived soon or not.

#i think something went wrong #hey look who's alive :'D