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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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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.

Bakura's imagination was already running full speed, sorting through every horror manga he'd ever read to try and figure out which one he was trying to think of. Likely any suggestion given would be far more grounded in reality than anything he came up with.

He was quiet a moment, as if debating. "...Yeah. I think so. Call up to study hall to let them know?"

Who knows, maybe he'd even get his homework done while down there.

...that thought alone was enough to get a faint smile. Yeah. Right. And ruin his streak of missing work? Scandalous!

"I'll do that, then." He wished he could have a word with the counselor about all this, and how to handle it with Bakura... but he was pretty sure this wouldn't go over well with them. Even if he was believed, which he seriously doubted would happen, what would they do about it? "Find yourself a seat at one of the lab tables, so my class can have their seats, and we'll talk again afterwards, all right?"

Likely try and talk to Bakura about letting his imagination and escapism interfere with his day to day life. With how often he'd heard that talk, it wasn't likely another iteration would help much....

Bakura nodded, getting up to gather his things from his desk. "Thanks." The word was soft, as was the smile that went along with it. It was a rare sight for the teen who normally hovered near the extremes of the emotional scale.

"It's the least I can do. Let me know if there's anything you need, in the meantime." Lyall offered a smile, back, then went to the phone to make the call, as a few students for his next class started filing in.

"I will," Bakura smiled.

During class he paid half attention to the lecture, and half to his phone. Despite the class being more advanced than his own, he could follow along easily enough. It wasn't as if he got poor grades for not being smart, after all. He just hadn't bothered with his homework for the past 4 years. It wasn't as if his grades mattered. He had a free ride at Locke University thanks to his parents, why was he going to bother with busy work just to get a better grade? Life was far too short to waste with that and despite numerous attempts by multiple teachers and staff driven up the wall with his flat out refusal to do any out of school work that didn't interest him, no one was able to convince him otherwise.

...but a glance back might catch him taking notes as if he were a proper student in the class. Actual notes, not just doodles of fat dragons and smoking ruins like his math notebook was full of. He did actually like chemistry, after all...

Still, he was texting on his phone when the bell rang.

Since Bakura wasn't in this class, Lyall mostly let him be with only a glance or two back in his direction to make sure he was all right. He only drifted back to see him again when the rest of the class was hurrying out the door. "Actually taking notes for a class that isn't even yours?" he asked, teasing a little at the paper still out on his desk. "I take it you find DNA reproduction interesting?"

The teen ducked his head a little, looking almost as if he'd been caught. "Thought it might help for when my class gets to it," he dismissed, closing his notebook and tucking it away in his bag.

You aren't fooling anybody, Bakura. Lyall chuckled softly. "All right. Anything interesting come about on the network while I was busy trying to hammer understanding into stubborn minds?" He was fairly sure all that obsessive texting had more to do with the supernatural than a hangout at the mall after class.

Shush, you, let him have his pride.

"A few things," Bakura nodded, scrolling past the list of conversations. "Mostly just more replies. It's pretty neat how it's sort of like a chatroom when it's on the phone."

"Or on a Word document screen, or on a piece of paper... though I have found it to be more like a message board than a chat room." Lyall was moderately internet savvy, after all. "Does it appear differently to you, then? On a fellow's book last night, it appeared entirely in pink, sparkly text.... May I see?"

He couldn't help but admit scientific curiosity.

"Kinda, un," Bakura nodded, holding out his phone. The snippet of conversation looked quite a lot like the usual conversation style text window. "But you can switch channels like in an MMO chat," he pointed out, swiping his finger across the screen and tapping another conversation.

"Interesting." Shut up, Lyall did so play MMOs. Not much, since the grinding bored him and he got tired of the rude people there, but he enjoyed the pretty of GW2. For now, he just watched Bakura show him through the conversations. "It does sometimes look like that. The longer the conversations go, however, the more often I wind up with collapsible conversation trees. Unless it is something spoken, at any rate, then it seems just like a phone conversation."

He hadn't done any video yet, given his lack of a camera on his laptop, and his reluctance to put his face on the network.

If Bakura knew that, he would totally ask if they could team up. ... of course that would likely also mean that Lyall could see just how much time Bakura had sunk into that sort of game... But it wasn't as if he cared about that. He made no bones about what had the priority in his life. It was more that very often, he was one of those rude jerks in games. It was a safe place to let down all of his masks and just be himself, after all. If he knew one of the people he actually liked was in the game... he might have to actually behave....

"It's likely different for everything thing it's one. Since in my notes, it just came up as writing," he nodded. "Though it'd be pretty cool to see if stuff written like that changes! Though it'd likely just go to the next page, I'd think..."

Why yes, he probably would, though it wouldn't be hard to pretend not to be Bakura in a place like that. "I imagine so." Lyall settled back on his heels, running a hand over his hair and frowning. "And still none of it makes sense." Particularly not the changes in himself and others.

"I'm guessing you haven't told your parents?"

The teen's left hand twitched just a little. "Grandma would just think I was making up stories again," he said, voice and expression suddenly cold as he pocketed his phone. His mother would have understood. His mother would think it was just as amazing as he did. But his grandparents? No. No they wouldn't. They would just worry about him and then he'd be back to them keeping a closer eye on him and more appointments with the therapist and that smothering feeling that made everything spiral out of control.

Oh, now that was stupid... Lyall could have hit himself. "Parents", when Bakura didn't have any, anymore. Obviously this whole mess was affecting his ability to keep his tongue in check properly. "I suppose it's just me, then. And anyone else on the network you're talking with."

Though he wasn't entirely sure of that, either. Even if Fay was right and whoever had set it up was, if not trustworthy, at least impossible to avoid... he still didn't necessarily trust everyone on it.

It was a forgivable mistake, and one that normally didn't affect Bakura for more than a minute. There'd just been a lot of minutes lately... The walls that he put up to protect himself from the rest of the world had gotten a crack the moment he had let himself be connected to other people, the moment he had started to believe that what was happening could be that moment he had always hoped for where everything changed....

He nodded, the frigid air around him softening and fading as the anger bled away. "Anyone who already knows."

"I'm trying to find out who as many of them are as possible, personally. Though considering the sheer number who appear to be my students or former students, that might not be too hard." His voice was dry. In a way, he was glad-- but in a way, he was worried. So many kids, or young adults... what could that even mean?

Bakura nodded. "More reasons you're the mentor, ne?" he smiled faintly. "Or maybe the NPC who sends everyone out on the quest." Those were immortal, unable to be killed. A safer place to be.

"Though it is pretty strange, how everyone seems connected, even if it's just from living close by... There must be something that touched all of us, even if it's something we're unaware of."

"The only connecting feature I can see is where we live: we all live in Locke. Many of us are not even originally from here, so it can't be something about having lived here for years... and there aren't enough of us for it to be something, say, in the water or the air that we are reacting to, or a digital or radio broadcast of some kind."

Lyall shrugged helplessly. "We simply need more information. There hasn't been enough yet to make sense of anything."

"So more chosen than something inborn..." Bakura mused. "Either that or everyone was moved here by fate in order to be ready for something important. Both are pretty common in stories! Though I think it's more common for the chosen motif when there's a difference in age... inborn heroes or significant people tend to be born around the same time or be the same age. That's how you know it's fate, after all."

"Unless they are lines that have been nurtured by fate for a very long time," Lyall pointed out, mildly amused. "Then it doesn't matter when exactly they were born, just that fate was interested in them. Still, wouldn't one assume there to be more signs of fate in the lives of heroes before this? Particularly those of us who have been around a while, now."

"Or at least legends of prophecies made in ages long past," Bakura agreed with a smile. "Strange coincidences and circumstances that were only whispered and covered up so as to allow the great heroes as much of a normal life as possible~"

He paused, looking thoughtful. "More likely we're the Power Rangers," he said with a sage nod.

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He's that frustrating type of student who gets 100s on tests and 0s on homework ;)

Lyall hates that :| he's not going to get good grades in his class like that!

I had guessed he'd have an 85. Shall I bus that down to a 70 then? :) He's smart, just unmotivated

let's go with 75? Lyall doesn't even care if the homework is wrong, so long as it's DONE X3

It's the being done that doesn't happen :D

yup, which is Lyall's problem X3 also, psst, biology XD

oh goddamnit I did it again LOL Just... every time I write chem, replace with Bio :D

it's okay, I liked chem better, too XD

:)

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