Soul-Blade22

 That night, in the room of Miss Valentine… In Kaiba’s sanitarium, Mai Valentine is changing into some night clothes; gazing out her window to stare out at Carfax Abbey, she sees that only a light from the bedroom is the only source of life in the dreary, almost dead castle.   “Oh Count Bakura…I wish we could have that long talk right now…” Going away from the window, she lays down on the bed and smiles blissfully as thoughts of her and the Count go through her brain. Meanwhile, at Carfax Abbey, Bakura had been watching her from the balcony of his window. Seeing her fall asleep he raises his arms to

 Tera trudged through the snow behind Korren, her sleep-depraived eyes narrowed angrily to the point where if one were to look at her, they would think she was a wraith thanks to the dark circles that encompassed her sockets. “I still don't know why you didn't catch any sleep, Tera,” Korren huffed as he slowed his pace so his bodyguard could keep up. “Frost was under lock and key in a prison built to keep other cyromancers in.” “Don't talk to me...”   Korren's sigh was silent, but he knew Tera probably heard it. Which suited him just fine; it was no problem of his that she had not gotten a wink of slee

 The chilled grasp of cold itself seemed to resonate from the temple of the Lin Kuei, but then that is what seemed to happen every morning. Just like the one The Grandmaster had woken up to before he sent his son and bodyguard to check on the supposed strangers that had been roaming around their lands...   Sounds of something stirring in the sheets behind him made Sub-Zero glance back to the room he called his own private chambers, but he simply smiled softly at the half-nude woman that was just waking from her deep slumber. To anyone who walked in on the two, the poor soul would not have recognized the Gray-Eyed Taryn in the state she was i

The feast laid out for Taryn's arrival was...extravegant to say the least; foods of all shapes and sizes, both local and exotic, were spread out along a long table and an assortment of wines and other beverages were constantly refilled to overflowing levels. Throughout the entire dinner, the Lin Kuei chatted and meandered among themselves and the younger members of the clan listened to some of the Gray Eye's newest tale of adventure outside the region of Arctika with the awe that all young minds share. However among all the merriment, Tera was the only one who was not present and Korren was getting worried; he had not seen her since his awak

 Frost coughed silently, more to get the attention of the guard outside of her cell than to clear her throat. When he didn't respond, she did it again at a louder octave and was pleased to see the guard finally turn his attention to her. “What is it?” “How long do you intend to keep me in here?” She tilted her head a bit. “Until the Grandmaster tells me it is safe to let you out,” the guard went back to whatever he was doing, not noticing the glare the exiled Lin Kuei had given him.   It had been a few hours since she quietly let them take her to the cell she now inhabited, and it also had been hours

 The Lyceum Theatre, London... The theater is crowded with rich men and woman dressed in elegant, expensive clothes of all colors. In one of the balcony seats above, a group of three friends watch the crowd from below. One of them, a girl with short, brown hair and dark blue eyes sighs happily as she looks around. "Oh Yugi, I love coming to the opera; the art, the beauty…it's so enchanting!" Yugi, a short young man with black and red spiked hair with gold bangs, smiles at the girl and blushes. "Yeah, the opera is pretty astonishing. I mean the music is filled with love, hate, sensuality and unbridled passion…" he sighs and m

Aboard The Demeter, bound for England… The ship rocks back and forth in a steady rhythm as it makes its way through a storm in the ocean. In the cargo hold lays Count Bakura's coffin, tied with a heavy rope to secure it to the wall. During the course of the night, the coffin strains against the rope until it finally snaps, sending the casket skidding across the floor to the other side with a heavy thump. The Count grunts at the impact and feels himself being thrown in the other direction, hitting the other side in the same manner. He groans in pain, and as soon as he does so, another swaying of the ship continues throwing the coffin ba

Ray: In popular RPG franchises, no matter what shade or color it may take, sometimes it's obligatory to include a teammate that's the cute and cuddly-looking comic relief character, like Cait Sith, the spy robot of Shinra... Steel: And Teddie, the resident of the Midnight Channel. Ray: Because both have such vast and customizable arsenals, we will be giving the two of them the best in terms of weapons and armor. We will also be forbidding the use of teammates or summons outside of Personas, seeing as a Persona is a physical incarnation of a person's psyche and inner self. We will also be giving Cait Sith some standard Materia as well as som