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[anangryinch]

[Thistle lurks n the shadowy grass behind the new school wing of the DR, dressed in a boy's uniform and smoking cigarettes.

Clearly, this is where the bad kids hang out.

If she spots you, she'll probably try to get your lunch money.]

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[ourlittlequeen]

[You'd have to catch her first, because Yuumi's racing around the corner and right in front of Thistle's lurk area like her skirt's on fire.]

Gahhhh- not again!!

[Honestly, there isn't even a school gate here to shut on her.]

[anangryinch]

[What on earth. What bit that container's butt. >:s

...oh... this one's a girl.

Thistle relishes in the delicious possibility that maybe there's a world where the stupid (male) Pharaoh got stuck with a tiny lady host. Maybe she can draw him out and taunt him to his face.

She sets her voice into one of her most villainous tones.]

And where do you think you're going?

[She's hoping to startle the container into stumbling or stopping, since she's not in the shape she used to be when she was Thief King. literally :'(]

[ourlittlequeen]

[That did it.

Grant it she didn't fall but she did scramble-skid a few feet away, tensing out of habit.]

But I'm going to be late!! Class is-

[-wait.

She just turned and got a fair look at who's giving her a "I'm a bully and you're small" tone. And, the details are off but that hair.]

-Bakura-san?

[anangryinch]

[Thistle rolls the cigarette around to the other side of her mouth and smirks. If it's any consolation, she's not THAT much larger, possibly being even shorter than her landlord's female counterpart in your world.]

Bakura?

[She chuckles throatily. Her voice is so much raspier than Rica's.]

I am a thief and a stealer of bus fare souls.

/checks facts she really shouldn't have.

[ourlittlequeen]

[Why yes, she is a fair spot shorter than Ryoko, but then that still leaves a head's worth between them, but Yuumi's not coming over to measure.

Nope, staying back here and grimacing out of arm's length (and trying to tell a certain spirit to cool it they don't want to be even more late trouble) seems better.]

Well what do you want? I don't even know... 'you'.

[anangryinch]

[What do I want.

...good question.

Her brow wrinkles a bit and she handwaves, sighing in frustration. What if this one doesn't even HAVE a Pharaoh inside? Not even she can really justify bullying around a tiny lady for no good reason.]

I simply want to commiserate with the pharaoh for the clearly pitiful hosts we have both been saddled with.

[ourlittlequeen]

[-what?

Okay, smaller mediator was just convinced to sidestep here, because Yami no Yuumi has a glare to settle.

And it isn't just about host insults.]

Where did you hear that term from?

[anangryinch]

[There we go. She tries not to be too pleased with herself getting her way.]

What, pharaoh?

Are you from some point in time when your memories are still ever so conveniently riddled with holes?

Why, I bet you don't even know your name yet.

[ourlittlequeen]

[More like a complete blank slate, but this woman's just sounding stranger and stranger.]

More like the one that looks like you wouldn't know what you're talking about, either.

[-she thinks. But if anything the taunts are getting more suspicion than temptation for answers.]