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A VISION OF WHAT'S TO COME...
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luckydragonsfootJanuary 5th, Evening
He dreams often.
No more often than he did at home, maybe. Normally they're less...voltile though, he thinks. And that's probably not the fault of this place given when they started getting this way- ever since his interactions with the Ring Spirit (the 'Other Bakura' doesn't seem to fit anymore, much to his growing irritation, and to try the words feels like oil on his tongue). But that doesn't change the unfortunate part of it, the part that has had Wicke carefully greeting him with pots of tea when a literal herd of pokemon are leading him over to a couch in the living room and turning on lamps because trying to sleep after visions such as those is near impossible.
The dreams happen regardless though, and on the eve of the 5th comes one with such urgency he can practically feel the monsters of his deck (and in his pocket) stir.
Because it is dark. Night time. There are words lowly being muttered over the air by a figure in the shadows, words that feel as if they should be familiar in their intent but not their tongue. They are not words he has ever learned, and yet the shadows themselves recognize them with concerning clarity. The words are filled with might. Filled with strength, and power-
White hair blows violently in the wind, and light shines across it (through it, from it) before the vision moves to reveal still more in flashes. Flashes of fire, and firelight. Flashes of a building, a great 'O' symbol with what could be a 'W' formed within it shining under blaring lights.
Sirens.
Sirens are sounding, and the islands practically quake as he overlooks them all, three great and mighty powers rising to the Call. The first forming from earth, great and necrotic fists clenched tight. The second from the seas, massive and coiling, a scarlet storm with twin mouths. And the third, sending a shock through his very being as he chokes and threatens to scream in reality, gold feathers and golden armor spinning from the clouds.
The Gods tower over the island so many of them call home, and the figure in the shadows reaches. Reaches as massive chains of unnatural red launch forth around the gods, an echoing cry rising to meet that of the God's own. A shout that could rend space itself, from lines, from jewels, from pearls, pearls, p-
"KhhHUUUUUHHH-!"
Something is going to happen.
Katsuya throws his jacket on, ignoring the violent 'buzzing' sensation from the pocket as he fumbles around for his Rotomdex.
"Rotom- Rotom, shit- c'mon wake up!" he snaps, the dex beeping confusedly as he makes for the door in panic.
"Nnnn-zzrrt! What is it, I was sleeping..!!"
"Not th' time, call Kaiba! ...Call Zahra! ...Fuck, call everyone, I don' care, we need-" He pauses, and turns to where he knows, just knows somehow, that Wicke will be turning the corner. "...Wicke!"
Something is going to happen.
They don't have a lot of time.
[[OOC - This is a forward dated post, taking place late January 5th; people can respond using the Rotomdex network assuming that Katsuya's rotom contacted them, but they should not feel obligated to do so! This post is, ultimately, more of a Prelude...]]
He dreams often.
No more often than he did at home, maybe. Normally they're less...voltile though, he thinks. And that's probably not the fault of this place given when they started getting this way- ever since his interactions with the Ring Spirit (the 'Other Bakura' doesn't seem to fit anymore, much to his growing irritation, and to try the words feels like oil on his tongue). But that doesn't change the unfortunate part of it, the part that has had Wicke carefully greeting him with pots of tea when a literal herd of pokemon are leading him over to a couch in the living room and turning on lamps because trying to sleep after visions such as those is near impossible.
The dreams happen regardless though, and on the eve of the 5th comes one with such urgency he can practically feel the monsters of his deck (and in his pocket) stir.
Because it is dark. Night time. There are words lowly being muttered over the air by a figure in the shadows, words that feel as if they should be familiar in their intent but not their tongue. They are not words he has ever learned, and yet the shadows themselves recognize them with concerning clarity. The words are filled with might. Filled with strength, and power-
White hair blows violently in the wind, and light shines across it (through it, from it) before the vision moves to reveal still more in flashes. Flashes of fire, and firelight. Flashes of a building, a great 'O' symbol with what could be a 'W' formed within it shining under blaring lights.
Sirens.
Sirens are sounding, and the islands practically quake as he overlooks them all, three great and mighty powers rising to the Call. The first forming from earth, great and necrotic fists clenched tight. The second from the seas, massive and coiling, a scarlet storm with twin mouths. And the third, sending a shock through his very being as he chokes and threatens to scream in reality, gold feathers and golden armor spinning from the clouds.
The Gods tower over the island so many of them call home, and the figure in the shadows reaches. Reaches as massive chains of unnatural red launch forth around the gods, an echoing cry rising to meet that of the God's own. A shout that could rend space itself, from lines, from jewels, from pearls, pearls, p-
"KhhHUUUUUHHH-!"
Something is going to happen.
Katsuya throws his jacket on, ignoring the violent 'buzzing' sensation from the pocket as he fumbles around for his Rotomdex.
"Rotom- Rotom, shit- c'mon wake up!" he snaps, the dex beeping confusedly as he makes for the door in panic.
"Nnnn-zzrrt! What is it, I was sleeping..!!"
"Not th' time, call Kaiba! ...Call Zahra! ...Fuck, call everyone, I don' care, we need-" He pauses, and turns to where he knows, just knows somehow, that Wicke will be turning the corner. "...Wicke!"
Something is going to happen.
They don't have a lot of time.
[[OOC - This is a forward dated post, taking place late January 5th; people can respond using the Rotomdex network assuming that Katsuya's rotom contacted them, but they should not feel obligated to do so! This post is, ultimately, more of a Prelude...]]