--and then the whole world was POISONED

Fuchsia hues narrow, tone dropping low and dangerous. A sharp contrast to the playful look on their face.

Their entire being just seemed to radiate with an invisible toxicity. Their existence alone a potent poison that was sure to afflict anyone who dared to look directly into that slited gaze of theirs any longer than absolutely necessary. 

        --When they say the deck fits the duelist, it surely didn’t lie in Yuuri’s case.

“Next time you ready your Duel Disk at me, you better be prepared to lose it all.”

A grin. It’s obvious this is all just a game. That’s all it’s ever been. 

       --A game.

And they were the winner, without question. Only the winner could be allowed to smile such as they were.

{ @arcofrp | continued from [X] }

“Well, well, well. What do we have here? A dragon being a troublemaker?” She muses; her sharp eyes glaring at the dragon boy below her that was covered in ripped fabrics and materials. This dragon had only recently come into her life; finding him begging for help outside her tower and decided to take in the poor creature. Though, it seems like he was going to be more trouble than she anticipated. However, being the powerful mage that Eve was, she could handle a baby dragon. She could do almost anything.

She knelt down in front of the boy; pulling out a magic card that soon glowed and soon a butterfly made of her magic energy landed on top of it. The wings of the creature spread out; emitting a powerful spell on him with many averse affects which caused his eyes to glow a light pink. Normally, this kind of spell would be hard to cast, but since the child wasn’t a human and a young being, it would hit him full power.

“From now on, you are my pet and I am your mistress, Lady Eve. You will obey my commands without question, give me all the love and attention your feeble heart can muster, and be the gleaming image of perfection in every aspect. You know what is expected of you and you shall do it to the best of your abilities. You will know how to do everything I ask of you. Why wouldn’t you wish to serve the one who saved your feeble life? Don’t worry child…you won’t ever be alone again…”

The light soon died down as she finished casting her spell; Eve stepping back to look at the child. His eyes now had that light pink tint; turning the color to a bright fushia. Now, it was time to test to see if the spell worked.

“Oh dear, it appears you’ve made quite the mess here dear. This simply will not do! You cannot expect me to live in such a mess! Clean this up and prepare my bed for resting. It is quite late…” She puts her hand to her chin; realizing she hadn’t named the child yet. “Yuri, please get on that Yuri. Chop Chop! There is no time to delay! You won’t get those special pats you like so much if you delay!”

The young boy was caught between an odd mix of human and dragon; his skin freckled with scales and tail hugged close to his body to keep it still. In his young years he hadn’t quite mastered the shifting process just yet. And while his clothes were in tatters and he looked an absolute mess; he was just happy to be out of the cold weather and inside this lady’s home.

His gaze had been downcast until stilted pupils catch interest in the card she held in front of him, and before long he gets lost in the beat of the butterfly’s wings. For a while the world was muted; grey even, as he hyper-focused on every word she-- Lady Eve-- was saying. Only when colour bleeds back into his surroundings and the glow of his eyes burn out does he blink, his eyes adjusting as if he’d just seen light for the first time in days.

“...Oh!” 

It’s a delayed response, but he sees what she had meant the moment he looks around; dirt and small bits of fabrics littering Eve’s immaculate home from his entering. The trail leads right to where he now stands, barefooted; his features twisting in disgust as he realized just how filthy he had been. That wouldn’t do, not at all! Not if he wanted to continue living here. He reaches down to use the hem of his gown, what was left of it anyway, to try cleaning himself up before he went sauntering around the tower

He ceases his efforts as she next addressed him though. Yuri..? The boy’s eyes light up as he looks up at her and he smiles for what felt like the first time in his life this far. ‘Yuri’-- that was him! She had given him a name... He’s never had one before! So he decides to treasure it always, as well as the one who had given it to him.

“Right away, Mistress!” Yuri exclaims, arms outstretched as he jumps back up to his now wiped off feet. “Leave it to me, Lady Eve! I’ll be finished at once.” At that he runs off, his tail dragging behind him awkwardly as he sets off to clean up as best he can and do as Eve asked of him. After all, the promise of head pats wasn’t bad motivation either, and he finishes relatively quickly. But there’s just one problem now.

The Phantom listened intently to Yuri’s explanation; his eyes closed for the most part of it. He was semi-satisfied that at least Yuto who he was arguably the most close with, didn’t think of this horrible idea. Though, he was still frustrated that he didn’t try to stop them and went along with their plan. He hadn’t gotten a chance to speak to him since the fight with Yugo; something he really needed to do as soon as possible.

His eyes then open at the sound of his personality sitting down before him. It was rarely often that Yuri sat down. He much preferred standing and looking proud. This told Yuya what he was about to say would be very important, and he gave him his full attention.

“Protecting me?!” A burst of anger suddenly came out of Yuya’s mouth. He couldn’t believe what excuse Yuri had made to him; deciding to stand up so he was looking down at the personality with his angry, now glowing red eyes. “You think doing what you’ve been doing is protecting me?! I don’t care what happened before Yuri! I have every right to know who I am! You and the others are just adding to the problem! And if you say you need to protect me from yourselves, then…” His voice suddenly dropped low and cold; his hair slowly raising up in a dark aura which flipped down his hood.

“Why don’t you three just leave…”

“If you haven’t noticed... We can’t exactly just ‘leave’. But if you really don’t want us here you could simply attempt to destroy us yourself from here inside your mind anytime you please.” Yuri stares up to meet Yuya’s gaze, his voice doesn’t raise but his anger is just as apparent. “You’ve already proven yourself perfectly capable of doing so.”

Yuri doesn’t hold back on his words. It’s a different approach from what Yugo tried, but it was obvious the Synchro duelist’s ways weren’t working. Yuya had to know exactly what he was capable of and what could come of it to better help him control himself. Not to mention that their fading was already coming on quickly enough without the aid of an internalized struggle, thank you very much!

“But what would doing that gain you, Yuya? Nothing but a bigger hole in your mind and heart. And nowhere near closer to G.O.D.” 

Slowly and purposefully, the Fusion duelist brings himself back up to his feet. Yuri liked to think of himself as fairly perceptive, so the sudden change in Yuya wasn’t missed. And he would not find himself willingly vulnerable in case Yuya happened to lash out at him next. Really, even now Yuri can’t help but think Yuto was better suited to this situation. Yuri wasn’t the best when it came to dealing with people, but for Yuya he’s trying.

What a mouth. 

The Dragon King listens to the voices whisper in his mind whilst thinking of what to do with this intruder, and yet if this were under normal circumstance he wouldn’t have minded. That changed when he took in two children under his care and a wayward magician named ‘Dennis’ that the mighty world dragon became overprotective of them both.

Abel takes a step closer with his gleaming yellow eyes, those red slits illuminating danger with each breath he took. There was a slight chance that he’ll have to take matters into his own hands to get what he needed to be done, too.

He held out his palms as plant life began to grow, strong and tethering vines forming from the ground and sprouted upwards – heading towards Yuuri in high speeds in the intent to harm him. The plants consisted of purple flowers of many variety but he didn’t care enough to know what they are and what they did.

They could be poison, for all he knew.

He grits his teeth slightly as he leaped into the air, instantly morphing into his gigantic serpentine dragon form that he began to take up the space of the vastness of this cave. Yuuri was but a mere ant compared to him as his massive length of his serpent body continued to fill the cave he called ‘home’.

He would’ve cursed if he had the time to do so. But given how fast they had come, he barely had enough time to materialize the whip let alone try to jump away from the vines. With only a split second to decide what to do he had to settle for trying to knock them away before they managed to touch him.

But even then he couldn’t exactly say he was successful in his attempt.

How ironic it was though. Plants of all things. He almost feels as though he’s being mocked. And if any of them were in fact toxic he’d be in more trouble than he was willing to get into. If he could get a good enough look then perhaps he could determine if any were actually poisonous... but, there wasn’t much of a point. If they were, he was sure to be feeling it soon enough anyway.

“Tch!”

This wasn’t possible-- it shouldn’t have been possible-- and yet, there it was. An enormous dragon where that person(?) once was. As if things couldn’t have gotten any worse. Yuuri wasn’t stupid though, he knew he couldn’t fight off something like that on his own so easily. Maybe if he could manage to bring forth his own dragon he’d stand some sort of chance... But could he even do something like that in this space? He didn’t know.

He’s peering over Yuya’s shoulder, arms crossing over his chest and then uncrossing to rest on his hips. A process he unconsciously repeats several times before his eyes finally narrow, eyebrows knitting together (in concern...?) as he speaks up, unable to keep to himself any longer.

“Seriously...”

“Do you mind?”

Yuuri’s words are dripping with annoyance. He thinks his impatience should be clear with his tone. Lips pursing as he stares at them with an expectant look in his eye. But...

But maybe that was too vague?