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Alight everyone. I’ve made my decision.
I’m on a reply hiatus until Saturday, as in I won’t be doing any replies whatsoever. I finish school on Friday, so I should be able to get myself relaxed then. Sorry to everyone, I really am. I’m just a horrible replyer.
Humming, the reaper skipped backwards from the other with a small grin. He knew he was a pretty good reaper and was very skilled in combat, but this fight would be a challenge to him; then again, he did not want to fight the other any longer, just play with them. “Oh, come now, pretty boy~ No need to be so harsh~”
Melvin's Millennium Rod glowed for a few moments, before he was teleported over to where Grell stood. "T̴̥̣͎h̳̻͈̦̭̙͇o̷u̸̼̯g͔̟͖̼̺͍̖h̙t͙̺̼͙ ̳̳͇̯̙yo̤̲̗̥͔͈u̳ ̘̹̥̮́c̶̮̪ou̟̼͍̜̗ͅl͔̬̤̱͈̣͢d̥̲͎̼ ͜g̫̣̤̯et̩̻͝ ̞͙̤̼a̘̩̙̥w͉a̮͙͉͟y̥̩ ̧͎̜f̜̲͈͟r̳̻o̷͈m͈̪ ͎͚͖̺̙͎ͅm̻̹͞e҉̖̫̗̙̗̰̯ ̖s̙͖͈͈̰͕̯o͓̮̲̥̱ ̛͙̮̼̱̖͓ȩ͔͙͇̣̤̤a̡͙s̜͎̰i̠̖̬̬̻̦͕l̫̼͚̜͔̜̫͠y̵̘͓̩̮?" He snickered, swinging his fist toward the back of her head.
In response, Bakura rolled to the side. "Remember, you bloody started it." He grunted, before sweeping at her legs again.
'Not much of a serious pair' , she thought to herself. Peko shook her head lightly and looked at them once more. ”It’s perfectly alright, no one here is in trouble.”
"See, Bakura? You just have to be nice and people won't cut you in half." He chuckled, turning back to Peko. "Now...where in the frigg are we?" He asked with a smile.
I coughed up blood after the devils in both my fruits fought,eventually sharing my body. I wiped my mouth.”Since your new to here,you must not have heard of Whitebeard’s Gura Gura No Mi.. It’s one of the strongest fruits in the world.. I swear on my life,which will probably end in or after this fight…. I’LL KICK YOUR ASS BACK TO THE SHADOW REALM AND MAKE YOU STAY THERE!!”
"B̸̲͖̙͕̙̠̫e͍̬̖̬̦̞̤e͈̥͎̰n̹̩̹̫̝̝̯ ̙͖̠̼̫t͙̭͖̤̙h̳̩͎̥̟̟̬er̶̝̙͙̯̗e̪̻̘̻̥̜͇,̝̦ ͓͕̻̜͍do͎̲͕ne͚͎̥̱͖̞ ̨̰͈t̯͎͉̼͟h͓̱̤a̢̹̭͕̠t̪̩͚̖ͅ.̮̣̤̩̭̥͢ ̛̮͓̯̺̖̱T͕̳͕͉̦̪h͙̺e ś͉̬̭̳͍̮h̰̦͉͈ͅa̵͍̩̱͍d̻̰͉o҉̮̺̱w̤̭͓̙͚ ̭re̱̝͙̖̕ͅa̮͉̠͘ͅl̴m̱̘̤̭̝̺ ̲͚͜i̱s̡̭̗ ̜͍̫bo͙̖͉̼̩̮͙͝ṟi̘͚ņ͕͍̩̘̯̣͎g̳̘͇̩̀ͅ ͉̩̭̟̙̩̦f͏͔̦̬͉̯̰̜o̭͉̞̲͚r̬̻̱̼̹ ̳̬̯͠t͇̳̲̣̫h̛̞e ̫͚́ͅki̺n̸̠̝͖̘͔d̫̦͚̰̝̦͈ ̘̜̪̪͙͜ọ̞̱̟͘f̵͙̖̳͉̖͈ ̮̣̝̟̠̭̥̀s̞̼͍͇h̠̝i̶̘̪t̨͍͇̙͖̼̲ ̴̘̭̦͎͍ͅy͍̝̤̜o̮̰̲u͔̯͟'͕̗̲͔͎͡r̲ḛ̳̣̪̟ ̤̯̖̻͇g̙͔̦̯o̬ͅͅi̲n̩̠͔͕͘g̞̩͍̼͕ ̲͢t̼̪͖ͅo̙̲͖̝͠ ̛͎̝̥̫͚fr̸̻̮̮̥̼̥ͅi̲͎̬̮g͓̪̀g̤̜̠e̦͕̹͖̤̯n̸͎͔ ͈s͎̺̩͖͈͓͓e̟̣̰͢ḛ̱̻!̙͕̟̪̀" Melvin shouted, giving a snicker and pointing his Millennium rod at Doflamingo. It began to glow and suddenly Melvin was atop a nearby rooftop. "Y͍̯̙̼̜̕oͅu̜'̧̙͍̻̫ͅr̫̰͟ͅé̖͇ ͈̳s̵͖̳̝̲o̼͓ ̣̫͉̥͕̞ͅf̥̠̣̝͎͕͕r̝̗͞į̫̮g̰̠̪̘̥ge̛̪̥̰̩̱͈ͅn͓̰̫̥͇̥̕ ̯͙̜͔̫͉͙s͏̺͓̭̹̥̤ļ͉̳̗o͇͔̱̩̤͓w͖̟̱͖̲͔̯̕!̳̹̬"
"You are inside the Togami Conglomerate main building, which should be not like this but for what I see I have to hire more useful security measures." The heir huffed as his eyes fixed to the white haired man. "If you don’t have any requests or a business meeting, leave now. And take your flamboyant dressed boyfriend with you."
"Oh, I have a bloody request. And that's for you to cut the crap and tell us where in Japan we are." Bakura grunted, already sick of this man's attitude.
"I am not flamboyant! I am just very, very sexy!" Marik shouted, neither of them acknowledging the boyfriend comment.
"Wah!" Chihiro gasped, stumbling backwards. He caught his balance, quickly apologizing. "I’m sorry, I’m sorry! A-are you hurt?"
Bakura was practically a giant next to the tiny female, the British man simply glaring down at her.
"Bakura! Don't be so mad, you may have hurt the friggen child." Marik shook his head, bending down and picking Chihiro up. "You may have damaged her midriff! Do you know how important those are to females and very sexy men?"
“Indeed, you are. I’m not sure how you haven’t been able to figure that out, there are trees and wildlife everywhere for the next fifty acres! The mere thought of someone stumbling in here without knowing it’s a forest is just ridiculous!” The candyjin retorted at the other. “…Even so, as the protector and partial owner of this place, I am entrusted to see to it that it’s visitors enter and go out without trouble.” With that he sighed, figuring it would be a while before the sugar freak could go home and rest. “Would you two like some assistance in leaving? I imagine it’d be quite a long walk for the both of you, and it’s more than likely it’d be dawn before you were even close to the way out. But for me, all I’d have to do is fly.”
"We didn't enter the bloody forest on our own accord, we woke up about 5 miles that way." Bakura explained, pointing behind himself. "Marik here is just too bloody stupid to figure out we're in a forest until someone points it out." He sighed.
"I'm not stupid! I was just busy making sure I didn't injure my midriff!"
"For a bloody hour?"
"There's a lot of bugs and branches in this forest!"
"So you should have known it was a forest?"
"I...Shut your face, Bakura!"
"You’re not far from Hope’s Peak Academy. How can you not know? This is the best school in the world that carry the talented." He muttered to himself, "It’s not everyday I meet someone with hair as pale as mine. It could just be dye. Forget it."
"What the bloody hell's a Hope's Peak Academy?" Bakura asked, looking around and finding the school in his field of view. Quite a pompous place by the look of it. However, something the male said sparked in his head. "The best school for the talented, you say?"
Marik was simply staring at the stranger, then looking to Bakura, then looking to the stranger, then back to Bakura. "I can't friggen tell you apart..."
"Marik, do you know what this means?" He asked, turning toward the Egyptian. "The pharaoh could certainly be in this school."
"Holy frigg you're right! Tell us Bakura 2.0! Is the pharaoh in that building?"
Okay so maybe listening to her mp3 player while walking down the street wasn’t such a good idea. Then again this always happened to Mai on a weekly basis, so why bother pointing it out. As she crashed into a person; Mai quickly backed up and started bowing in apology. “I’m sorry! I’m so sorry! I was too caught up in music and wasn’t paying attention!” Though really I do wonder why it is they never see me coming, and get out of the way….
Bakura glared down at the woman, clearly annoyed about the fact that someone could get swept up in music enough to not see where they were going. He was at least being annoyed by a short, Egyptian man to be distracted.
Marik simply laughed. "Don't mind Bakura too much, he's just a grumpy bum." He chuckled.
I ain't feeling the two blundering dumbasses today, guys. We'll try again later.
Two have entered the monastery
ᴏ straying lamb:
confess thy sins with true sorrow
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pray for forgiveness.
✝❧;; “A bit early to come in and start prayin’, don’t you think?”
The priest inquired; arms folded neatly across his chest as he made his way from beyond the hallway and into the main chapel where their new guest would be found standing about.
“Forgive me if I startled you— but we don’t usually have visitors at this time of night. So, what brings you here?”
Marik remained quiet as he thought, looking around the chapel curiously. He had no idea where they were, nor did he even know what the hell the building was. His father had never done much more than whip him after all, so the only religion he knew was the Egyptian God Cards.
"Where the bloody hell are we?" Bakura spoke up, keeping his back to the priest and staying close to Marik just in case. "We've woken up in this world with no memory of where we are, and nobody's even heard of the Children's Card Game we play...Where are we?"
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"So you are the two peasants that wanted a meeting with me." The heir said as his eyes were fixed at both men. "Spare me your nonsense and speak quick."
"Peasants!? I'll have you know that I lived in a friggen pyramid surrounded by gold and riches my entire childhood!" Marik shouted, taking serious offence to that statement even if what he was saying was blatant lying.
"Marik, shut your bloody mouth for a damn minute." Bakura sighed, shaking his head and looking back to the other male. "We only 'requested' a meeting with you and went through all your bollocks so that we could ask just where the bloody hell we are."
"Nobody's heard of the the Children's Card Game we play and nobody knows who the pharaoh is! Nor do they even friggen know what an Egyptian God Card is!"
”I’ll show you what i can do,spiky hair. My body is strong enough to be able to handle just 2 devil fruits. I already have my first one,as Marik saw. He seemed cooler than Bakura. My second devil fruit i am about to have is to copy any existing devil fruit in the world. Just watch spikey haired fool,and i do not know a ‘pharaoh’!” I then took out a Devil Fruit that was changing color and form into all sorts of Devil Fruits. I then ate it,still hating the horrible taste it had. I swore to only use the fruit when i was against someone stronger than me. That day had come.”Alright! Let’s go Spiky hair!”
Melvin raised an eyebrow as the man devoured the disgusting looking fruit. This was supposed to be the almighty power up for him? What a friggen laugh. The Yami Egyptian cracked his neck and prepared himself, chuckling under his breath and raising the Millennium Rod. "Y͙̗̠̖̺o͉̹̤̣̰ͅu͟'̲̥͇̭͎̫r͍̕e̜͍͙̙͔͓ ͓̜̜̳͖s̖̥͞e̥̳̟v̟e̖͍͎̪͠ṛ̡̘͓͔̲e͎̮̙̗͉l͡y̩͎̬͠ ̷͚̻̼u͈͇̗͍̝͉͚͜n͙̫̙̟̥͙d͇̠̺̱ͅe̦͝r̙̖̗͟ḛ͇͇̘͔͠s͖̲̼͢t̷̹̮͕̤̝͙̺i͓m̻͍̻̞͉a̰̮͔̗̦t҉͎i̝͇̲̻n͘g̣̰̙͇̦ ̯m̢͖e̺̣͓̘̕,͎͓̪̞͝ ͎̭F̴̻̩la͎m̹ì̳n̳̰̙̩͖g̹̱̱̠͓ͅo͙͎.͉̀ͅ ̯̫I̼̻͕̯'̩͈͘m ͓̜̗͈̭̟̫g̬̜̹̤̘ò͕̪i͙͎̘͓̖̱n͙̥̠̤̞̤g͕̜͉̖ͅ ̡͉̫t̡͎̩o̢͎ ̺̥̝̲͔ͅf̙͚̞ͅr̺̯i͉̙͙͖͎͉̮g̼g̵̪̠͚̦ ̤yo̝u͉̳͠ ҉u͙̰p̧̰̲̝̲̫͔ ̹s̸̗̣͉̭͈̮̲o̗͕̦͡ ͍b̵̬͍ad̶̺̞̠͈͙͉̩ ̷̻̙͕̮ý̩̖̹̜͕̘o̼̦̲̠͜ͅú̺͖ ̲̣̻w̸o͔n̴̗̹̯̯̠'͇̖͓͈̟͍ͅt̢̩͔͖ ̝̺e̢̦̖͙̬v̯̟̻̦͉e҉̜n̸ ̰͖̘̱b̛e ̕ab̝̼͚̟̞̬͕l̲̜͕̳̱͢ͅe͈̩̗̞ ͖̖͈to̥̯̲̖ ͔̞͎̭̭͍̪t̜e̶̺̤̬͕l̶̠l̜̦ ̹̤̪̱͔͙y̖̰̹̖̭̻̤ó͈͓͖̗͇͉͎u̱̰͜rş̪͎̬̰ͅe̳̯͍̞̫̣͝l̮̰f̛̲͙͔ ͙̫̫͚͙̱͈f̵̣ro̼͡m ̧̞̱̱̙͓͙t̷̮̺̣̱̤̯hè̠͈̤ ̷̙̯̜̩Ẃ͕o̳̱̠͡w̶̜ ̷̬͓W̛a͉͈̻͖̗̣r̩͈̺̗͜r̸͕͕̥̩͈̫̗i͚o̫͙r̵̝̦̗͉̻̤͙!̰̤̮̜͎" Melvin snickered as the Rod began to glow in his hands.
“!!!” The candyjin couldn’t help but gasp in surprise as he backed away, making sure his striped tail kept him elavated so as to prevent him from falling. He hadn’t been expecting any newcomers in his forest. Especially not at this hour. And despite the harshness of this one newcomer, Nega knew it was only polite to apologize for his clumsiness; “Ah. I’m sorry, sir. I didn’t know anyone was out at this time.” NegaKuura said, rather embarrassed by this point. “Erm…Pray tell, what exactly are you two doing out this late in the forest?”
"We're in a friggen forest!?" Marik exclaimed, his eyes wandering over the scenery and it all becoming very clear to him. Even if Bakura had known it all along, Marik had been too focused on attempting to keep his head straight than worrying about the scenery. "This is just friggen great! Friggen fantastic even!"
"Marik, shut your bloody mouth. You, where the bloody hell are we. I don't want any sugar-coated bollocks, hear me?" The British man replied, keeping his stance strong and glaring toward the newcomer.
"… watch where you’re going." He had been walking back to the Order after a closeby mission, and all of a sudden some white-haired man had bumped into him… it was annoying. He was already tired and stressed, he didn’t want to have to deal with this shit.
Bakura gave a grunt in the other male's direction, keeping his stance strong and glaring at him. "It was your bloody fault." He replied, ignoring the shorter Egyptian next to him.
Marik remained quiet, studying the one who had come before them and attempting to figure out just who the hell this person was and where they were based on his clothing.
Somehow she ended up crashing into the source of those loud voices, even though she knew they were in her path. She just didn’t catch them in her sight in time. Peko turned and glared at the two, but sighed and nodded lightly.
"My apologies."
Marik, being the more lighthearted one of the group gave a smile in Peko's direction. "Don't apologize! Bakura here was the one in trouble, right Bakura?" The Egyptian spoke, giving a nudge to the taller male.
"It was her bloody fault." Bakura replied, glaring down at the shorter woman. Even if it had indeed been his fault, he wasn't one to apologize for anything whatsoever.
"Don't mind Bakura, he's a grumpy bum." Marik chuckled, giving a shake of his head. He was only being this nice to Peko to get some information out of her, but she didn't have to know about that.