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Cybell smirked to herself. What did the appearance of the three overly-dramatic losers matter really? All she cared about was that the tournament was going on as planned. The white haired girl didn't pay any mind to the three drama queens' talk of being sent to the oh so spooky shadow realm. When she dueled them later on, and she would because no one else in the tournament stood a chance of beating her, she would win, and there would be three less clueless hipsters pretending to know how the game was "meant to be played". She wondered how the three would manage to shuffle their decks, what with them still using stone slabs for their cards and all. In the end, all that mattered was power. Bell wished everyone else would just shut up and drop dead so she could just kick the three "heart of the cards" koolaid drinkers where it hurt and leave with her winnings.

Though they had said that she wasn't allowed to do anything to them outside of dueling, she doubted it would matter much if she caved their face in with the first punch. It didn't matter what they laced their koolaid with, dead was dead. If she managed to get within murdering range, no force of heaven or hell would save them.

Cybell looked up at a camera that was looking right at her. "Piss off," she said with a smile, and she flipped off the camera before walking away. She wandered the halls as the other ignorant duelists watched the first brawl on the duel field. Her red eyes were drawn when the blonde loser summoned a magnificent dragon, but he was unworthy of the monster. The other duelist, the slimy one, was someone worth paying attention to. His deck was no joke, but he would burn in the dragons' fire like the rest. Though she continued searching the school, she found no sign of the three mysterious individuals. It looked like she would really have to just play their game until they came to her.

The doors leading into the cafeteria were thrown open, and a girl with hair as white as snow and eyes as red as blood stalked in as if she owned the floor beneath her feet. All she got was a cup full of ice before turning around and walking back across the space. As she passed by a table where the slimy duelist sat chatting up some dark haired girl, Cybell audibly crunched down on an ice cube. She didn't turn or stop walking, but for a moment it looked as if another version of her had. But the other version's eyes were blue. That girl stopped and stared silently at the invisible creature beside the slimy man. Maiden turned and flew after her human partner, fading away as she caught up. She rarely ventured out of her card long.
Did anyone try sending G3njii a PM? He may have unsubscribed the thread.
Building a massive underground complex out of solid rock complete with running water and electricity in a single night. Even for him, it almost took effort.
And yes, he is doing this on purpose. Jay enjoys being overly dramatic and overly mysterious. It's the little things in life.

I think my next post might reveal someone's power. It depends on them though. Either way, the big reveal for everyone is coming closer.
The boy waited silently until the last of the taken individuals made their way out of the treeline and out into the open space. Many were close, as if they expected him to answer their questions only to have to repeat his answer again and again for the others. Others kept their distance. Those ones were smarter. He was most interested in the young man with the white hair, who had stopped on the edge of the open space and was now staring up at the sun. Curious one.

The boy stirred and stood. The noise of voices was cut off as sharp as if it had been cut. The breath of each and every person gathered caught as an electric tingle shot up their spine. The boy had not made it painful, but he hadn't needed to. All he needed was a moment's silence. "Welcome," the boy said. "As I said, I am the one who brought you to this place. I will be your keeper and guardian for a time, starting now. I do hope you all will get along for a bit."

“Now then, as for where you are,” he said, addressing the crowd. The boy stepped off of the edge of his stage and fell soundlessly onto the ground. He walked over to the rocks next to the waterfall and stuck his hand into a crack in the rock. Something in the rock clicked, and a second later the entire waterfall turned, revealing a walkway carved into the rock where the waterfall had been. At the end of the walkway was a metal door set into the stone. “You are home. Or at least, what will be your home for the next few months.”

He should have been shouted at, should have been laughed at. He was just a boy, but he acted like he was in charge. But he had just made a waterfall open up to reveal a hidden doorway. It was completely hidden. If they went through that doorway, no one would ever be able to find them from the outside. Standing just feet from the curtain of water, no one would think to look behind it.

The boy spoke again, “This place will be your home. I would like to say you are free to leave, but that would be a lie. Once you walk through that door you will not be able to leave without my permission.” He paused, allowing for people to object.
I'm here.
Evette rubbed the bridge of her nose between her eyes as a third figment approached her. She worried that beating one to death would shock her awake, so she just sucked it up and put up with the constant pounding of voices. Please don't talk. Please don't talk. Please go away and disappear.

"If you think this is a dream, how about trying to make believe all us to go away? Surely we're nothing but white noise to you."

He spoke to her. Dammit. She opened her eyes to look at him, attempting to channel all the murderous intent she could muster into one uncaring look. He was just a kid. She wished he would disappear. The figment said his name to another figment. He was called Adam Smith. Evette was disappointed in her own mind for coming up with such a crappy name. Seriously, Adam Smith was the best her subconscious could come up with?

"You are exactly as white noise is. I would wave my hand and kill you and each and every one of these figments, but I am no lucid dreamer. I can't control what happens inside my dream. I can choose freely when to end this dream, but this place is preferable to the usual nightly hell I find myself trapped in." Evette's eyes shifted over to where the rodent was speaking to a girlish-boyish anorexic emo. "Oh great, the figments, they're multiplying." She couldn't hear what either was saying from where she stood, but for some reason she felt she should go over and kick that bunny in the face. Ignoring the boy figment and the officer figment, Evette stopped leaning on the giant tree's root and began to walk over to the rabbit.
If we ever managed to be on at the same time it would probably only take an hour, but so far that hasn't happened.
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I have sent messages to each of the people who haven't posted yet.

It's looking more and more like FriskyBoots was hit on the head by a falling star and unfortunately was lacking in the ungodly power department.
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