Duelist Institute: A Slice of Life Yugioh RP

Friday, August 14

The waves crashed against the side of the ship... wait, wrong continuity.

"And that is how the Gravekeeper's archetype became the first real archetype with support, paving the road for hundreds of future themes," the professor said. "Now, it looks like class is over, so I'd like to thank you all for making the first week of class great. Stay safe over the weekend! Nothing is due Monday!"

The lecture hall emptied quickly, and dozens of other classes on campus let out as well. It was officially the first weekend of school!

Jonathan stretched in his seat, yawning. "Gravekeepers, huh?" he mused. "I could always try that out..." He stood up and took out his PDA. Hey Savio he wrote, anything interesting happening around campus?

—

Nina Marr stood in front of a convocation of all the college level Turtle Black students, glaring at them. "Alright," she seethed, "who did it? I swear to god when I find which one of you did it, you'll be cleaning it with YOUR OWN TOOTHBRUSH!" One of her eyes was twitching. "I know it had to be one of you, and I HATE having to do this, but I'm not just going to let it slide!"

Savio felt his PDA buzzing as he left class, the sounds of the professor cleaning up on somebody who had volunteered to duel with him to show off correct use of advanced Chain Linking behind him.

Aside from clubs starting up sometime soon? (*cough*drama*cough*) Not that I can think of, but I haven't really had much of a chance to look around. Want to see if we can find anything?

Duh. I've still got that rough copy of your deck, we could hustle some freshmen into a tag duel >:D

Jonathan chuckled at the thought. Being tag teamed by two near-identical decks was never fun, and it was something he excelled at since his talent was deck mimicry.

Amani was lounging on a nearby chair, not really listening to Nina. Instead, she was dividing her attention between Artemis — her Friendly Rival — and a small book she was reading; its cover was green and the script on it was flowing and connected. Those who read Arabic would figure — with some difficulty — that the book was titled A God Who Hates by one Wafa Sultan.
Adjusting her glasses by the bridge, she momentarily addressed Nina. “Hey, Nina, that way won't work. Nobody will confess like that.”

Turtle Black Dorm

A student in a tight fitting body suit and a biker helmet stepped in and saw the College levels gathered. She took off her helmet revealing her soft features and blonde hair. She glared at the congregation then at Nina.

"..Well I'm certaintly flattered that you would honour a noblewoman like myself which such a display but this seems a little unecessary."

She undid her ponytail letting her hair down.

Nina huffed. "I was gone for two days. Two days! God forbid a girl spends time with her father on the rare occasions he can visit! I thought I could trust you guys for that small amount of time." She pinched the bridge of her nose. "Frankly you guys are the only ones who would know I keep my dad's medals in my room. And I can't just let this act of vandalism go by."

“You're wasting your time,” Amani said amicably. “The thief won't confess, even if they are here, because that would be the height of idiocy. Also, technically that's not vandalism, since vandalism involves the defacing or destruction or property.”
With that, she returned to her book, absentmindedly twirling one of her ponytails in one hand.

Chris of course wasn't used to being ignore but something Nina said piqued her interest.

"Pardon moi, but what kind of medals?"

She spokes with a slight french accent.

Nina scowled at Amani. "They did deface the medals. Those were earned in his service to the Royal Navy, and I can't believe who would do that." She grimaced. "You guys know why a student is in charge of each dorm here instead of a staff member? They trust us that there won't be severe problems. I don't want to get school administration involved if i don't need to, so please..." She sighed. "If you turn yourself in, punishment will be minimal. If someone else turns you in, they will be rewarded. Dismissed."

Savio chuckled at the reply.

As long as they look like they can put up a fight. There's nothing more disappointing then a tag against two people who can't tag well. He thought for a moment, before typing in another line. Meet at the parks by the Library?

Jonathan grinned. Got it. I'll be there soon.

“Way to ruin the trust among us,” Amani quipped. “Truly well-played.” She closed her book with a slight thuk. “You should consider this logically. Who would want to do that, and why? Do they have something against you, or perchance your father? Maybe they hate the Royal Navy? Maybe they're just magpies? You're overreacting, deary. Don't be like that.”
She got up and went closer to her senior. “Relax, Nina, I'm not here to step on your toes. As surprising as it sounds, I want to help you.”

"Amani's right." Artemis spoke up. "Not to mention that considering that you are our dorm head, I doubt any of us would be stupid enough to deface your medals like that when they know they would reap the consequences." She crossed her arms. "Instead of yelling at us, maybe you should seriously consider the possibility that it was the work of someone outside our dorm."

Savio grinned at the message, and slipped the PDA back into his pocket. The Language building was just next door to Tiger White, so he definitely had the time to go drop off his backpack before heading to the park.

Stepping out of the door, he joined with the flow of students moving in and out of the Tiger White building. As he pushed through the door, he saw Joshua hanging out in one of the study areas. Detouring away from the stairs, he plopped down into a seat at the same table. "Doing the whole 'mindful head of dorm' thing, Josh?"

Nina crossed her arms. "The only people who see them are Turtle Black students, when I talk to you guys after you got accepted. And when I checked the hall cameras, nobody came up from the high school level when I was gone. Did you guys bring over anyone from another dorm? I won't blame you if it was your friend."

Amani shook her head energetically. “Nope! Say, Nina, anybody has a bone to pick with you? I mean, aside from Mr. Poshness” — that was the resident snob — “but he has a bone to pick with everyone. I think that we should try and eliminate people from the list of possible thieves. That will make our job easier.”
She whirled around herself. “Oy! Chris! Get your ass over here, don't just stand there like a statue; come and help us!”

Chris arches her eyebrow and walks over.

"I wouldn't even know where to start looking. It was probably just one of those unruly boys playing a joke. Worst case scenario is that they were pawned off. Ever think to look in the nearest pawn shop?"

Nina pouted. "Weren't you listening? They weren't stolen. They were... Defaced. I still have them."

“You should work on your phrasing,” Amani said bemusedly. “Well, the questions are still the same: who has a motive to do this? Mr Poshness? Mr Jalal “I'm Pakistani and I hate Brits”? The only Arabic-Japanese studen— naa, that's me, and if I'd have wanted to do something to you I'd have embarrassed you in public, not defaced some trinkets. So, girls,” — she looked around at the gathered students — “do you have any idea who'd want to do that? The list of people isn't too large, because, as Nina noted, only us Turtle Black collegers could've got here.”

Chris's nostrils flared.

"Well excuse me for not paying attention to the problems of the less fortunate. I can't have anything distract me from my ultimate goal of complete domination in the dueling world."

"...Having said that, however, disrespect towards someone's legacy is unforgivable."

She turns on her heel, and then looked back to Nina and Amani.

"I'm gonna grab my kendo stick. Be back in a minute."

She runs off.

edited 17th Dec '14 1:01:16 PM by PhilosopherStones

Artemis merely looked at Chris walk away with a bored expression. "I do not know what she intends to do with that, but I only wish it could be classified as 'helpful.'"

"In any case, is there any chance we can examine the medals?" She asked, turning to Nina.

edited 17th Dec '14 1:07:13 PM by TehStanman

Nina's face turned a bright pink. "I'd, um... rather you not, actually. I am somewhat sure that the perpetrator would be a boy, though."

Amani raised an eyebrow. “Why's that? Did the perp draw dongs all over them? Declare his eternal love to you? You know, that's the sort of clue that will help us catch him. We're shooting in the dark as it is, and any piece of info is important here. Or” — she grinned evilly — “is it too embarrassing, Nina-chan?”

Chris returns with a costume change. He riding outfit was replaced with a blue hoodie and matching sweatpants, he hair done back up in a ponytail. Slung over one shoulder was a kendo stick.

"Back bitches."

She notices Nina's blush.

"...What? Did this guy leave a love note on your medals or something?"

"He just spraypainted some medals," Nina stammered, "but he also... um... left some pictures... Some pictures I don't think you'd want to see."