-Island of Capri, Ravvas Tournament Resort-

A great, large construct built almost into the frame of the island, man-made ports stretching into the sea, the owner was transparently one of the richest men in the world. Numerous large, floating devices above the area took in every inch of the tournament grounds and would function to record every duel that took place on the premises.

The highest room in the entire tournament ground was, of course, reserved for Lord Gabriel Ravvas, the proprietor and his staff. Within this room, located in a tower, the prominent businessman looked first out over his tournament grounds from a window, and then back over to the others in the room.

A dark figure wearing what looked like a hood over his face sat in an oaken chair, his features obscured by heavy layers of clothes, his frame tall, muscular and intimidating.

"So, Medar, are all the security measures in place?" Ravvas inquired, he did not want any...unwanted guests from the Israeli Deserts of a cultish persuasion.

"There is nothing to worry about. I've taken precautions."

"Good...I want this to go off without a hitch." Ravvas looked around the room, at two other figures in there, specifically at a younger looking man, about in his late teens, who seemed like he had no business being in there. "Did the invitations get sent out to the correct places?"

"Yeah, I just don't see why I had to go do that. Couldn't some of the others take care of it?" The teen looked like he had not enjoyed his task.

Ravvas just chuckled to himself, "If that is all, then tomorrow, we will see the arrival of the people of this world to my island. It has long since been time to see who is the true Duel King. One who counts himself a descendent first, or a hero of Apophis...a champion of the world, of a newly formed hero."

The businessman looked out the window again, thinking about the meeting he had coming up. "Now, gentlemen, if you would excuse me."

With that, Ravvas walked out through the door in the back, leaving the people in the room quiet, watching...waiting.

Avrum of the East Dueling Academy and David Kinrab, a student / benefactor of his, now stood in a larger room, supposedly where guests were entertained. The room was decorated in the style of ancient Rome.

Servants took requests while dressed in white robes and each was, be they male or female, uniformly attractive and showing a smile on their well groomed faces.

Ravvas entered the room and stated, "I take it then you did not want any of my beverages? Very well. What is it you wanted to discuss."

"I wanted to make sure my students will be safe at your tournament. We have recently had difficulties at the Academy related to dangerous elements." Avrum seemed nervous, while David was ogling a female servant.

Ravvas took a reassuring tone, "I can guarantee you this, whatever enemies you have on the mainland will not be able to pursue you here. So simply tell your students to relax and enjoy themselves."

Avrum then looked at a suddenly smirking David and stated, "Also, I've been asked by a friend of mine to ask you about a-"

"Yes, I am well aware of Mr Kinrab's request." Ravvas said, the corner of his mouth twitching slightly, "You can let him know we'll have it installed the day before the tournament."

"Thank you, I'll let David know. He's been very insistent."

"I hadn't noticed." Ravvas said dryly.

Taking a look at the smirking David, Ravvas rubbed his eyes for a moment, and wondered briefly if they had met before. He had probably not liked David, if they had.

A few days later...

Back at the Academy, as another class, this one on how to deal with certain, powerful continuous spells, came to an end, an announcement was played on the loudspeaker, calling Marcus, Denero, Sigmund, Timothy, Andre, Art, Crystal, Jonathan, Travis, and Roxas to Avrum's office.

It looked like they were all called out regardless of the class schedule, and for an important event...though nothing quite so dire as what had happened before.

"As all of you have shown both talent and perseverance, you all have been selected for the honor of dueling at the Capri Island Championships, held by a renowned businessman known as Gabriel Ravvas."

Looking between each of the duelists selected, Avrum stated, "We will be sending you out to this tournament on one of Ravvas' provided aircraft, please behave yourselves and enjoy your stay. For those of you with certain powerful cards...I would advise that you keep them with you into the tournament."

The meaning in his statement was made doubly obvious by the fact David was in the room. Indeed, it appeared that despite the end of Apophis, the Apophis Guardian was still around and doing whatever it was he did every day.

edited 7th Mar '14 9:02:06 PM by NickTheSwing

In his office high above the island of Capris, Gabriel Ravvas smirked sinisterly as he gazed out to the sea.

Fly swiftly to me young duelists. he thought Fly swiftly to your doom

***Much later...***

Hovering just above the sea, a small rusted piece of metal that barely resembled a plane slowly moved towards Ravvas's island. The aircraft lurched and faltered, barely keeping off the ground. The inside was cramped and tight as all the Duelists where stuffed together in the same tiny cabin.

"We are SO going to be late." Gol'gar said.

edited 16th Aug '15 4:15:20 PM by Lunacorva

(*Cue Yu-Gi-Oh! East Academy Opening Theme: "I May Fall" by Jeff Williams*)

A breeze swept through the air, blowing through the trees and sending small waves to gently lap at the beach. In the centre of the island, in a large clearing, a crowd had gathered around an enormous tower.

A monument of steel and fibre glass, the Ravvas island tournament centre rose above the crowd. People who had gathered to support their friends, or just to watch the spectacle that was about to unfold. Several of them giggled at the giant sign upon the front of the dome, courtesy of David Kinrab. Upon the sign, an electronic banner repeated a single message:

1 day without unexpected bad s#!t going down.

In another area, seperated from the rest of the crowd, the competitors in the tournament stood near a landing pad.

Patience among the competitor's was wearing thin. Many of them where itching for the game to begin, but unfortunately the last group of competitors, a group of students from the now infamous "East Academy" were running late. And so the competitor's who had had the decency to show up on time where forced to stand around doing nothing while they waited for the pricks to show up.

A whiring in the air drew their attention as a small... object (calling it a plane would be too generous) finally landed.

Crowding around the fence, several of the competitor's moved to get a closer look. It was rumoured that these where the duelist's who had been attacked by a demented cult, and the rumour mill had made them almost an urban legend amongst the duelling community.

But the competitor's were not the only ones watching the plane.

High above in his suite at the top of the dome, the tournament's mysterious organiser Ravvas looked down upon the plane. A small smirk crossed his lips as he watched the hatch open up. A system of speakers throughout the area relayed sound directly too him, allowing him to hear everything being said.

His smirk widened when he recognised the first boy to step out. Long dark hair, a tall frame.

Ah yes. he thought to himself "Marcus the strategist".

He let out an arrogant chuckle

Well now child, he thought You've shown you could handle Haine, let's see how you handle this crowd, let's see how you twist them to your will...

Down below, Marcus raised his arm in greeting as he finally addressed the crowd.

"Your Highjesty, the Queen of Eagleland has declared cabbage war on the pluto people." he muttered deliriously before exhaustion took over and he fell flat on his face.

Meanwhile, back in Ravvas's suite...

...what.

edited 16th Aug '15 4:17:23 PM by Lunacorva

What was exactly what Denero was thinking as soon as he stepped out of the plane behind Marcus. He let out a sigh and face palmed.

"Well at least you're enjoying yourself. I'm not a big fan of crowds."

Timidly he waved back to the assembly.

Marcus just mumbled into the ground.

"I'm not entirely sure he's concious." Gol'gar said.

"Gehehe." Travis stepped out the plane next. "Personally, I never liked the pluto people anyway."

He brushed aside his unkempt hair and looked at the crowd. "well, well… I guess being fashionably really helps if you want to make an entance! Gehehe. Gyahahaha!" He stood up straight- an uncharacteristic action for him- and enthusiastically waved both arms, smiling broadly at the crowd.

"But never fear, good citizens of Saturn!" he announced. "The Cauliflower corps have promised to send aid!"

Marcus sighed and picked Marcus up, supporting him by his shoulder. He gave him a slap.

"Wake up Marcy. We should probably get something to eat."

By now, the crowd was beggining to wonder if they needed to call the local madhouse.

Ravvas just stared as the students, one by one, exited the plane, including David Kinrab, the one who insisted on the asinine board, and Art Caltenrich, who looked ready to vomit from the effects of Ravvas' admittedly not very well constructed plane.

And once again Ravvas admitted to himself that he wondered if he knew David from somewhere.

Of course, he had to send his better plane to retrieve those four. He briefly wondered if...

And they were here.

Not too far from the Ravvas Corp. Plane that had brought the East Academy Students to the Island of Capri, another plane started to descend on the same, large airstrip. It was essentially the polar opposite of the plane that had brought the East Academy students to Capri.

Immaculate, white and blue coloration with a streamlined design, emblazoned with real, actual gold on the side broadcasting the identities of those on board this plane - Team Heroic Lineage

As the plane landed, the crowds around watching the arrival of the duellists from across the world became louder and raucous, these were their heroes. These were people who had for one reason or another become incredibly powerful, and some said they had a deep connection with their monsters and decks at large. They were said to be descended from ancient heroes and individuals noted in the world.

Duelling came naturally to these individuals, and it was said that whenever they entered a tournament, it was not a matter of if they achieved high marks, it was when.

A staircase folded down out of the plane, releasing slight white vapor out, showing the inside of the plane, unlike the one provided for East Academy, was internally cooled, and without problems with the heater or cooling systems, as had been discovered with the other Ravvas Plane.

The first to exit the plane was a young man, well groomed and combed long black hair coming to his shoulders, wearing a black t-shirt, gloves, and blue jeans, a white vest worn over the shirt. A metallic sound indicated he wore steel toed boots, shined and clean. His grey eyes looked out over the audience, a stoic complexion on his face.

He was followed out by a rather more depressing looking young man, pale skin and light brown hair, only one eye shown due to a bang covering the other eye, and it was evident he was wearing a red contact in that eye. His outfit was almost entirely stereotypically "gothic", including a spiked collar around his neck, a black jacket over a black long sleeved shirt, black dress pants, and boots. Unlike the strong jaw and appearance of Lionel, Mortimer "Mort" Veidt was a rather effeminately good looking youth, if one looked past the typical "emo teen" look. He clenched a black book in one hand, with "DES" written on it in red ink.

Next to leave was a young man with a more jovial countenance than either of the others. While shaved bald, it was evident he was not a serious individual on the surface. He wore a print T-shirt with a nerdy logo on it from one of his favourite games, he wore long blue shorts and sneakers. He was tall and rather wiry, having bright green eyes.

The last to leave the high class plane was a tall, muscular young man dressed like any given nineteen eighties teen movie villain, that is, a letterman jacket worn over a blue shirt with a school logo on it, blue jeans, and very expensive shoes evidently taken care of very well. His ruddy hair was gelled, combed, and conditioned for "his" big day, his blue eyes looking for reporters.

Ravvas outright breathed a sigh of relief when they got here. At least this could salvage his reputation after inviting those walking disasters to his island.

edited 7th Mar '14 4:57:35 PM by NickTheSwing

Timothy looked on in awe as the second plane landed, unashamedly staring at the magnificent finish as the other duelist walked out. He turned around, looking back at their arrival place, making him grimace as he was reminded of where he was standing. Near a rust bucket, compared to that godly machine.

'Tim, you may want to stop gawking, and focus on the crowd' whispered a voice from his shoulder.

'Oh, yeah' he said as turned toward the mass of people, who probably weren't looking at him now.

edited 7th Mar '14 7:19:23 PM by GravityNonsense

Travis' cheerful demeanour vanished as soon as he saw the others step out of the plane, possibly because he'd lost the spotlight. He was looking contemplative, now.

"Hmm. I kinda thought that everyone here other than us would just be a bunch of worthless losers," he said to nobody in particular. "But those four look like they know what they're doing."

The smile began to creep back on his face. "Things might be more interesting than I though!"

edited 7th Mar '14 8:28:59 PM by Gilphon

Gol'gar smiled (Or at least his equivalent of one). I like the way you think.

Crystal descended from the plane as quickly as possible, then made sure to stay away from certain individuals that she hoped she'd never see ever again.

And after seeing how one of said individuals had acted only a few moments ago, she felt that it had been the right choice.

edited 8th Mar '14 1:05:56 AM by PhantomBladewing

From inside the plain a small chuckle could be heard, Andre had been watching the other plains arrival and approved of the sences of style.

"Do not be disshartend classmates" his voice was smooth as he stepped in to the doorway a black rose in his one hand and some decorative piano playing from his duel disk "the show has yet to begine"

edited 8th Mar '14 12:46:46 PM by Degnan

Sigmund stepped off the plane muttering curses about "Shoddy construction" and at Marcus and Travis's announcements just tapped them both on the head with his book "Would you two please calm down? We are, after all, representing our academy."

He then looked at the other plane that had arrived and said "Meh, It's not that impressive. Give me a competent team and one week and I could construct better."

He shrugged his shoulders and with a raised hand shouted to the other competitors "Hail friends!"

Denero scoffs at Sigmund's claim and shakes his head.

"Right. Forgot you had a degree in Aeronautical Engineering."

He starts to drag Marcus off and he bumps into Crystal.

"Oh, hey Crystal. I never seen much of you on the flight. How'd you find the it? I still got a wicked migraine."

By then, however, the press could not restrain themselves from their golden goose of eternal coverage, and some news teams rushed over to talk to Team Heroic Lineage, and Robert was ushered forward to do what he did best.

Lionel and Alphus, in the mean time, waved at Sigmund, Lionel in a slightly more reserved way. Alphus, however, was unrestrained, happily waving.

Mort remained quiet and nondescript, but did look over at the people from the Academy, and smiled a little.

edited 8th Mar '14 4:54:40 PM by NickTheSwing

"I'm fine", Crystal answered. She then looked at the other competitors. "Well, they don't seem to be jerks.", she thought.

Sigmund shrugged "Call it familial jealousy." He shook his head "That thing is gorgeous though, not just in comparison to our poorly made flying metal death coffin but in general as well. Whoever designed it is a god damn artist."

Andre glanced at the plain they had arrived in "personally I like ours, its easy to make a entrance in something like that, but this, well it takes a certain something"

"You may have a point there." Marcus said, now able to form coherent statements.

Still a bit unsteady, he placed his hand on Denero's shoulder and-

wait...

It was at this point Marcus lifted his head to look Denero in the eye. An expression of puzzlement on his own face. He searched Denero's expression, trying to determine a reason for this sudden change in behaviour.

At that moment, Marcus felt a flicker in his mind as a song that many in the area would recognise blared out from the speakers.

"Golgar...?"

"I am SO glad I finally learnt how to use your technology!"

edited 20th Apr '14 8:17:02 AM by Lunacorva

Denero shrugged Marcus off of his shoulder.

"Don't get any ideas, playboy. And keep your slug under control before I fry him to bits."

"Gehehehehe!" Travis' grin was wide now. "I don't know, Denero, I think that Slug of his does better when it's not under control!"

"But more importantly…" He glanced the two planes. "The organizer's not making much of an effort to his favouritism, is he? But-" he tilted his to one side. "That'll just make it all the sweeter when we win won't it? Gehehe!"

Marcus smirked at Denero's threat.

"I can assure, my partners actions are his choice and his choice alone. Though if you wish to try to 'fry him to bits' I'm sure we'll be up for the exercise."

"Heck yeah!"

With that said, Marcus turned to Travis.

"Do you by any chance know Miss Riviere?"