Chapter Six: Mikasu the Great?
Note: This chapter will have in it the spark, which will set off all of the romance and craziness. I need an original character from someone to be a part of this insanity, think you're up to it? Send me a description, or just post on your review your character. Bonne Chance!
Ryou stumbled backwards, mouth once more resembling that of a guppy. Meika released a shrill shriek, backing up against the wall, trembling. While Mai was somewhat in a daze, swaying wildly back and forth in the center of the bedroom. The woman who had been summoned to the room blinked, as if becoming accustomed to even the dim light within the room was quite unusual for she.
She resembled Meika in an abstract sort of vision. Raven hued hair fell to her waist in an intricate braid, a crimson ribbon threaded through the length of her hair. Sapphire occuli were several tones darker than Meika's own azure, but the same ignitable temper was quite visible. She wore but dirtied rags, not even these could seem to dim the extraterrestrial light glimmering about her body.
"Am I free of that accursed Scarab?" The woman's accent was heavy; it sounded as if she were holding her tongue while speaking. Ryou nodded solemnly, he might as well go along with this, until he could settle his thoughts long enough to think straight. At this she gave a whoop of delight. "Not even the Pharaoh can keep Mikasu the Great locked up for long!"
At this moment in time Bakura had seized control of his weakened Aibou, sneering in the direction of Mikasu. "You're pathetic, I don't understand why anyone would give a rat like you the epithet "Great." Mikasu paused, glaring angrily at her abuser.
"I am Great, a great and terribly powerful mage. One that you will never be able to truly understand." At this, Mikasu held up a tanned and wrinkled hand, extending the palm outwards. With a soft murmur of words, an immense flame exploded from her hand, resting there, greedily burning, and absorbing such clean, fresh air.
Bakura was a little stunned at this show of magic, before the sneer once more overcame his face. "Any fool can create little fireballs to play with, only the truly talented can hex and curse others."
At this Mikasu released a feral snarl, the fire consuming her hand. "I can do many other things besides this petty trick. I can even cause some fool such as you to fall truly in love with another, and that is quite a task."
"Really? I would like to see that sometime." Bakura was howling with laughter, having to lean against the rickety wall for support. Mikasu stepped forwards, palms outstretched towards the Yami. "So be it."
With another murmur of indistinguishable words, Bakura was hexed, knocked to the floor with the force of the curse. Mikasu was the one howling with laughter this time; her Aibou and Mai were clinging to each other in pure terror. "Whomever this moron makes eye contact with, that shall be the one he falls in love with."
Bakura scowled, and glanced upward, making eye contact with.
Oooh, another cliffy! Whom shall Bakura see first? You decide: Mai, Meika, or Mikasu? Or perhaps someone else? You decide; the vote is up to you! Ryou: Help, I am scared beyond mortal belief. Naomi is attempting to ruin my good name! Naomi: You had a good name? Ryou: Nope.. XP
Note: This chapter will have in it the spark, which will set off all of the romance and craziness. I need an original character from someone to be a part of this insanity, think you're up to it? Send me a description, or just post on your review your character. Bonne Chance!
Ryou stumbled backwards, mouth once more resembling that of a guppy. Meika released a shrill shriek, backing up against the wall, trembling. While Mai was somewhat in a daze, swaying wildly back and forth in the center of the bedroom. The woman who had been summoned to the room blinked, as if becoming accustomed to even the dim light within the room was quite unusual for she.
She resembled Meika in an abstract sort of vision. Raven hued hair fell to her waist in an intricate braid, a crimson ribbon threaded through the length of her hair. Sapphire occuli were several tones darker than Meika's own azure, but the same ignitable temper was quite visible. She wore but dirtied rags, not even these could seem to dim the extraterrestrial light glimmering about her body.
"Am I free of that accursed Scarab?" The woman's accent was heavy; it sounded as if she were holding her tongue while speaking. Ryou nodded solemnly, he might as well go along with this, until he could settle his thoughts long enough to think straight. At this she gave a whoop of delight. "Not even the Pharaoh can keep Mikasu the Great locked up for long!"
At this moment in time Bakura had seized control of his weakened Aibou, sneering in the direction of Mikasu. "You're pathetic, I don't understand why anyone would give a rat like you the epithet "Great." Mikasu paused, glaring angrily at her abuser.
"I am Great, a great and terribly powerful mage. One that you will never be able to truly understand." At this, Mikasu held up a tanned and wrinkled hand, extending the palm outwards. With a soft murmur of words, an immense flame exploded from her hand, resting there, greedily burning, and absorbing such clean, fresh air.
Bakura was a little stunned at this show of magic, before the sneer once more overcame his face. "Any fool can create little fireballs to play with, only the truly talented can hex and curse others."
At this Mikasu released a feral snarl, the fire consuming her hand. "I can do many other things besides this petty trick. I can even cause some fool such as you to fall truly in love with another, and that is quite a task."
"Really? I would like to see that sometime." Bakura was howling with laughter, having to lean against the rickety wall for support. Mikasu stepped forwards, palms outstretched towards the Yami. "So be it."
With another murmur of indistinguishable words, Bakura was hexed, knocked to the floor with the force of the curse. Mikasu was the one howling with laughter this time; her Aibou and Mai were clinging to each other in pure terror. "Whomever this moron makes eye contact with, that shall be the one he falls in love with."
Bakura scowled, and glanced upward, making eye contact with.
Oooh, another cliffy! Whom shall Bakura see first? You decide: Mai, Meika, or Mikasu? Or perhaps someone else? You decide; the vote is up to you! Ryou: Help, I am scared beyond mortal belief. Naomi is attempting to ruin my good name! Naomi: You had a good name? Ryou: Nope.. XP