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Who: Bakura & Randolph/Randall Lyall
Where: Locke High, Mr. Lyall's class
When: 7th period. [around 2pm]

One of the many advantages to being suddenly able to use one's notebook to chat with people was that no teacher could frown at you and tell you to put it away when you were using it in class. Not that many teachers bothered trying to stop anyone from using their phones in class any more, but it was a nice sort of insurance.

Especially in math class. He was pretty sure he never had to worry about his tests in that class again as long as those numbers still worked~

Keeping a close eye on the bell he waited until just the right time to swiftly write out first his number, then Mr. Lyall's before writing a quick message.

'Still think it's a prank?'

He added a winking smiley face flashing a victory sign for good measure, just as the bell rang. Hopefully Mr. Lyall would have his network connection open, else the effect would be lost.

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The laptop was open in the back of the room-- the first thing Lyall had done that morning, in fact, was check whether the fluke from the day before was still functioning-- though Lyall wasn't actually at it when Bakura sent the message. Still, he knew what was going to happen, and he'd spent more time so far today deciding how to handle the eventual conversation than he had preparing for class.

He dismissed the class, unable to miss the fact that Bakura wasn't leaving, and went to check the laptop. Yup. There it was. He sighed a bit, running a hand over his slightly-mussed hair. "I don't know what to think, Bakura."

The impish smile didn't fade, but Bakura did get up from his seat, heading to the back of the room with a just barely restrained excitement. "It's pretty incredible, right? There's at least ten people now, who have an access number. It has to mean something, doesn't it?"

Considering his evening the night before, Lyall was more prone to believe something was going on than not, at least. He could smell everything, now-- as if he'd never had a sense of smell before. Bakura had his own scent, stronger as he approached and more distinct as the last of his classmates left the room.

Plus, you know, discovering little flying insect people tended to make one wonder a bit.

So he looked a little harried, and no little worried, as he answered, "Something, all right, though I couldn't tell you what it is. Are you all right? Haven't run into any trouble since yesterday?"

"No trouble at all~!" Despite having a few more mood triggers than a normal day, the excitement over everything had kept them all minor and he had managed to bounce back quickly.

And he had been far too wrapped up in it all to notice anything else strange. Hard to notice the freaky looking not!cat stalking you when you were busy texting or playing a video game on your phone anyway.

Lyall considered the boy dubiously, but for now decided to believe him. "Promise me you will be careful. All right? And avoid anything that looks like a dandelion."

That sounded like the most inane advice ever, but he could hardly explain it to himself, let alone a boy who would assume they were aliens or fae sprites or some such nonsense. Even if that wound up being what they were, he didn't really want poor Bakura more excited than he already was.

((how recently has that cat been following him?))

[[OoC: Proper formatted plan! :D]]

The teen paused, blinking. "A dandelion...?" Where there any of those out yet? No, the grass was still brown in places, no way there'd be any flowers yet, not even those weeds.

((and it trailed him most of the way to school that morning.))

((aw, yay ^^ also, what's Bakura's preference for name...? Lyall will have gone with whatever, but I'd assumed Bakura was his first name... XD ))

"Yes, a dandelion. The little bits of fluff that they make when they go all white? If you see any, about so big--" Lyall held his fingers a couple inches apart. "--steer clear. All right? Promise me?"

He knew it was a lot to ask of a teenage boy, but he needed that promise. Especially if he was smelling a hint of what he thought he was smelling.

[[He prefers just Bakura! And yeah, I'm so used to using Japanese order for him that I did it automatically here before going "WAIT. HE'S AMERICAN HERE. CRAP. FIX IT" a day later.. :D]]

Bakura made a face. "...one of your experiments get loose?" he asked, tone flat, picturing some chemical fluffs escaping from a broken test tube, flying away cackling like something out of ~~Sailor Moon~~ an anime.

((hee, okay, Lyall can go with both (since he's technically british and teachers seem to like last names there, too o.o ) so it's whatever Bakura prefers <3 ))

"Haha." There wasn't really any humor in that, just a little tired sarcasm. "No. I wish it were." Lyall scrubbed at his eyes with his thumb and forefinger. "It is something I saw last night, when I met with another fellow I spoke to over this network. I think it may be dangerous, and I am fairly sure there are more of them."

[[It all depends on the school and teacher I think, yeah. The high school here doesn't do much much, but there's a lot of large families. But my brother got called by his last name all through middle and high school, even by his buddies.

And heck, dub version Bakura never gets a first name :D]]

That got Bakura's attention and the levity in his face faded almost instantly. "...Something to do with what's happening? Maybe what caused it?"

Since it wasn't a meteor. He'd checked.

"I simply don't know. I doubt the little thing caused anything at all, but if it's part of the situation, I don't see how." It was all just so frustrating, and he really shouldn't be sharing that with a student-- but Bakura was there and, like it or not, at least marginally involved.

"You never promised," he reminded the boy sternly. "I know you find this exciting, but I would be-- very unhappy if anything happened to you through all right. All right?"

Bakura nodded. "Don't worry, I'll be fine!" he assured. "I know better than to go poking at things like that! That's always what gets the Red Shirts, after all!" he laughed.

Not that that would stop him if he did spot one, of course. But he's not thinking anything like that right now.

Except Bakura obviously didn't consider himself a Red Shirt. No one ever really did, but Lyall was fairly sure most of them would be Red Shirts, in a truly dangerous situation. But all he could do was ask for the promise, and hope for the best.

"All right. So long as you're careful. I don't even know yet how many of these others are trustworthy in any capacity... my previous students, I'm sure, but the others? We know nothing about them. Or very little, at any rate."

Bakura never broke his promises. Which is why he rarely made them and often just gave the illusion that he had. As long as Mr. Lyall was reassured, it was all fixed, right?

"Chris, I know. She's been my math tutor since before I started high school," he pointed out. "Who are the others you know?"

"Two previous students of mine, and one more current one," Lyall shrugged. "And I met your Chris, and had a fairly illuminating discussion with her." One which resulted in him starting a spreadsheet about when people suddenly knew their numbers, and how. "The others were all unfamiliar."

He glanced at the clock, but it looked like they had time still. This was a longer break.

"All adults, as far as I could tell, aside from you and the other student."

Bakura nodded. "I noticed that... seems a little strange, really. Normally things like that, it's mostly teenagers...." he mused.

((I guess I should make Lyall's then, too, huh :B when does Bakura have him? since I think I fudged this scene and assumed it was HIS class... >.> ))

"In video games and television shows, maybe," Lyall said with rather obvious disapproval. "I'm not entirely sure who would want to summon teenage boys to something potentially dangerous, here and now." Nor, obviously, did he approve of it. That might disappoint Bakura, but Lyall did not trust anything that expected maturity and efficacy from someone still in the midst of puberty. He worked with these kids every day, and most of them were about as likely to safe the world as he was.

[[here~ I had thought they'd just finished his class and it was just going to go onto next period. Which Bakura's skipping. :D [also not sure if we want 9 periods or not, so just didn't put it in :) Also, if you wanna chat on im or something, I'm FranNyan on gmail & plurk and Frandenut on AIM.]]

"Not just video games. In everything, even myths and legends. Strange happenings are always the start of coming of age stories. You don't get those very much with adults. Adults get epics, and most of those are war stories," Bakura pointed out reasonably.

Lyall still didn't look particularly pleased. "Coming of age stories can happen when you are not in my class," he said, aiming for firm but mostly sounding as little plaintive. "Preferably when you are a little older and there are not animal-possessing little dandelion seeds and I do not have a bad feeling about what might happen to people in your coming of age story. Including yourself."

Wait... animal-possessing...

"...you didn't say anything about that before."

"Why? Do you have some experience with that?" Lyall asked, brows going up. His experience was brief and limited, but alarming enough, particularly given what came after it. But mostly he just didn't know what exactly he saw, and it wasn't particularly believable, anyway.

There was a hesitation, and Bakura's left hand flexed seemingly on its own, the faded scar across the back of it seeming somehow more defined than normal in the fluorescent light of the classroom. Finally, he shook his head. "No... it just seems like it'd be the more important thing to warn about...."

For a beat, Lyall almost launched into an attempt to justify himself, but he caught himself with a sigh and a hand scrubbed through his hair. "You're right, I should have. I don't entirely believe my senses these days, so it's hard to think things in their proper order. If it makes you feel better, the animal in question was only a sparrow."

Bakura moved over to a nearby chair, sitting slowly, face a distracted mask of concentration. "If something like that is going on... even if it's just something small...."

He trailed off, lost in thought. There was a manga like this, wasn't there? A few of them, actually...

A little concerned by Bakura's about-face in expression, tone, and even scent-- that tended to lead t problems with the boy, after all-- Lyall followed him to the seat and leaned on the nearest desk. "Something, I'm sure. I just worry about what it could be, that's all." And he wasn't going to get into his various theories, lest he give more fuel to Bakura's imagination.

For now, he offered, "Do you want to sit through my next class in here?" He was pretty sure Bakura had study period now, so it shouldn't be a problem.

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I also made out Bakura's schedule. He has study hall this period. So if Lyall has a prep period...:)

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