Attack at the Museum [Open]

[Duel Academy]

-- Duelist Legacies OST: The Sweet-Tuned Jester --

"Why do people insist on creating things that will inevitably be destroyed? Why do people cling to life knowing that they must someday die? Knowing that none of it will have meant anything once they do?"

Skip-one-two-three. Skip-two-three-four. Skip-three-four-one. Tapping shoes echoed on the floor of the museum at the break of night. There was no concept of night when the moon shone and the clouds beckoned.. there was no concept of night in eternal dark. War knew nothing of night or day for it was always there. This tablet knew of that little purpose.

The figure skipped towards the tablet and made noise. Why should he not make noise? He was allowed to fucking be here. Didn't this grand masterpiece of the world belong to everyone? What was it doing here caged within this museum?

Why did it not serve its purpose?

The figure was a tall and very lanky looking fellow, with his hair fanned out behind him in a ponytail, much like a peacock's feathers. He wore the oddest of clothing, a complete body-suit, only because he very much could. He had at his side a leather satchel that carried all of his little knick-knacks. His long and lanky arms and legs almost danced as he walked towards the tablet and its glass casing.

He grinned. Such majesty... such beauty... He laughed as he took out a large hammer from his bag. Then his wiry hands wrapped around it and he banged the hammer at the glass. One... oh a tiny crack! Lovely! Two... oooh! Getting bigger! Three times... Four... five times... six times... seven times... MORE!!!

The glass shattered in its casing and alarms started to sound. He clucked his tongue and shook his head. "Oh dear... how troublesome." He said to himself thoughtfully. But then he took out something from his bag... something that could never be imagined.

He took out a card.

Twas a blank card, this card, but somehow this man knew exactly what he was doing. For he merely grasped his fingers around the card, and placed it underneath the stone tablet.

The tablet started to glow with different colours. Gold, yellow, purple, blue, red, green and brown... all of the colours of the rainbow and then some! How nice! He clapped his hands. So this would work! This would be interesting! Oh how delightful!

The tablet started to crack underneath the glow, and he stood back a few steps, retrieving out of his satchel of tricks his sunglasses. He put them on and then grinned a wide grin, showing off a pair of flashy white teeth.

"Boom!"

The tablet shook within a tremor and shattered into pieces, the glow dispersing all around the place. He laughed and raised his hands.

"Cagnazzo of Water! Alichino of Light! Rubicante of Fire! Scarmilogne of Earth! Farfarello of Dark! Barbariccia of Wind! The Divine God! Come forth! Come re-enact your war of many a millennia! See who the true victor shall be!"

From the light came many elements that seemed to overwash the man. Fire burst from it, wind buffetted, a dark ash descended. But light broke through the ash, water quenched the fire's thirst and earth mixed with the wind to stall it. All of this came within a stream of divine glow that blew over the man, making him disappear with a long, hard, hearty laugh.

"Life...dreams...hope...Where do they come from? And where do they go? Such meaningless things...I'll destroy them all!"

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The next day.

[Roxxan Greenfield]

This was horrible!

The tablets where gone! Roxxan hadn't even gottan a chance to study them fully.. She sighed as she stood behind the police tape watching the scene silently. Why would someone break into the tablets of all things? Why not the gold or some other nice object? She put her thumb to her mouth in a nervous expression.

What could this all mean?

Roxxan had planned to come today to study up on the tablets more, but she came to this. The glass shattered and the museum workers inspecting the scene. She could hear whispers of what was left at the scene. A coin, a card, and a page? A page of what? The rumors where so unreliable...

She sighed as she stood among the crowd staring silently. Roxxan didn't like not knowing what was going on, it made her feel as powerless as a little girl.

[purezen]

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~“Sometimes I wish I was a mad man. At least they have fun.”

A crowd…why did there have to be a crowd?

Many voices, many whispers, all speculations and hints that were leaked about by social connections that he had no bindings within. It was like hints of the truth were spread within a sea of lies because of these people, and Xenneth was wise enough not to plunge into this sea and write speculations down upon a sheet of paper. They would not help his situation anymore than the rumors that would spread about town sending people on a wild goose chase. It was times like this that the police were most vulnerable seeing that this was far beyond logic and comprehension.

What was Xenneth’s guess? Vandalism, but he would not say it, because he did not see it. It was only a guess for him to keep to himself, no rumor to add to the foolishness or else. Turning his eyes away as he sat distant from the clustered crowd that tried to get a view from beyond the yellow tape, he mostly focused on the single book that was in his lap as well as a tablet that had its back slung backwards revealing a heading reading ”The Latest Discovery!” with a body consisting of clear, clean, and white text-less paper beyond that. This was indeed a wild goose chase.

So far, Xenneth was not liking his Duel Academy experience. At first it was the people that bothered him making his paranoia more definite than usual, it was now the bad coincidences that wasted his time in such tasks like this, and no promise that seemed to make his life any more less than the High School level experience. His mind racing with the mundane routine of people gazing at him, one of the unpopular children, he did not look forward to walking around like he was some freak once again. Good grades and a delicate appearance aside, he pretty much was someone who stayed within the shadows of the school scene. It was not so much as he was forced there, but more or less him wanting to not be bothered there. Shyly, he was not in the mood to be bothered with people. They always wanted something, and he was not in the giving mood seeing he only lost things.

His eyes gained depth, as much as that depressing feeling that had begin to surface from within. Now was the time to perhaps leave the area and report to the school that the exhibit he was to study was a loss because of the incident. However, he had nothing to do in Domino, and to be honest, returning to the apartments so soon would only leave him the rest of the day with Chezza and his cousin Rosy. It was an experience he sure did not look forward to seeing he had vowed just a two or three days ago that he would try to be more independent.

Sitting upon the bench, writing the last final touches of his entry into his journal, Xenneth had been silent as the crowed had been a low roar that was like a soundtrack to the area. Chaos, confusion, worry: all things that were around him seemed non-relative. It was just another bad happening in the world that sent people into an obvious tandem, but even Xenneth could not deny there was some part of him that made him think about the worst. It felt so “natural” for some reason to come to such a place as the museum. He could remember one time that when he looked at the Egyptian exhibit, it felt as if he were journeying near some place familiar.

…he felt uncomfortable again. His right hand reached behind his tablet, closing it upon seeing the title once more. He had sat his books aside as he reached for his Duel Academy PDA that was more of a schedule and a connection to his teachers rather than “all around” seeing he did not contact fellow students upon it. Viewing the time of the day before putting the PDA away, he saw he had so much time that it seemed like “all the time in the world” but what could he do with it?

Sitting around, having a feeling as he sat his hands upon his lap and let his blue eyes go over his shoulder to the Museum grounds that were only a slope upon the hill away from him, he could not fight his curiosity as it made his leg jump with a repetitive pound of his heel on the terrain.

What “exactly” happened yesterday night…and how would he get his assignment down like this?

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[Hathor Massri]

And of course came two more people upon the Fool's stage. The one that this writing was about was a girl. She was extrodinary but not in the way that she actually acknowledged it. She just walked in with confidence and grace. Her whole body echoed of it. The double doors were edged open and pushed some people in the crowd aside. Naturally the Egyptian woman came through with a man in tow. She stared around at the crowd.

The crowd looked almost too big for a tablet. There were whispers amongst it. But Hathor paid it no attention. In fact she started to walk with Shizuma towards the back room. Her Slifer shoes clapped on the floor but were dulled out by the whisperings. Hathor just pushed her way through, frowning a little.

"Excuse me... pardon me... excuse me..." She said as she pushed through. But then she was in for it... she saw a glimpse of the case and saw that the top was completely empty. She stopped and then looked over at Shizuma, bewildered.

"There's supposed to be something there." She said as she pointed at the case. Clearly she hadn't heard what was going on.

[Shizuma Matsuna]

"Isn't this where the tablet was supposed to be? What the heck happened?" asked Shizuma as he came up beside Hathor.

What he saw was something he couldn't believe. The tablet that had been found was now vanished without a trace. To say the least this was a big shock to nearly everyone here. Who would steal such a thing? As he looked at Hathor and to the other people around he started to think about just what exactly could have happened.

[Matt Hirama]

Matt had already been present for a bit, examining the what would appear to be empty space for a while. Many were saying that it had been stolen, but the evidence around would say otherwise, if one looked closely enough. Matt had almost immediately seen it when he had appeared. Among the small shards of shatter glass also laid a lot of dust and small pieces of rock, indicating that the tablets had been...

"They were... shattered?" he said to himself, though loud enough for those around him to hear. Why had hey been shattered and not stolen, or was he just mistaken about that theory altogether? He looked at the surrounding exhibits. It seemed they had no been disturbed enough to break, again, why...?

[Richard Diodrago]

Richard had heard about some sort of incident at the museum, he didn't know much about all he knew is it had to do something with the recent edition of the newly discovered tablets. He had heard about the tablets and was meaning to go check them out but with the start of the school semester and him never being on the island before he never got the chance. Richard quietly scolded to himself for not taking an interest in the tablets before this incident. Richard stopped in his track as he neared the museum, there was a huge crowd trying to look at what had happened.

"Wow, I really wish i had seen those before this."

While this sort of event doesn't happen every day Richard was still amazed at the amount of people. What kind of tablets were these to draw such a crowd at their disappearance. Richard decided to see for himself as he started to weave through the crowd slightly bumping into people and narrowly avoiding others. After what seemed like ages he finally forced his way thought the mob and up to the front. At first he thought someone had just stolen the tablets, most likely to sell for a quick bit of money, however he saw that there was rock and dust upon the ground. Why would someone want to destroy those stone tablets? He did believe that there is a sort of power in ancient writings and beliefs but he never thought people would be trying to destroy such ancient relics. I need to find what were those tablets...

[Amy Morrison]

Amy had heard whisperings throughout the school in her walks. The great tablet...strange events at the museum...strange colors of light playing tricks...It...it couldn't be...

And yet here she was, seeing it come to fruition. This...well, as much as Amy knew about the forces at work here, she didn't have to be told how dangerous this was. At the very least she had some people she could call on...she'd have to call on, actually. If they were back...she knew that even with the other teachers at her back, she'd need support...support from beyond this world.

It was a long shot, but she had an idea...one that might prove to turn the tide of the upcoming war, because that's what is was, as simple as that.


As of now, they were at war.

[Akari Kousaka]

Attracted to the scene by the gathering crowd,noticing it being centered around the museum. "I heard about some tablets or something being here,but isn't this just a little to much interest in history?"He mumbled as he drew closer.As he looked around,he noticed police and worried faces,which dampened his earlier suspicions. Curiosity Piqued, he moved through the crowd as stealthy as possible, doesn't want to fall down and smack someone.

As he gets to the front of the crowd, noticing the broken glass around, he immediately realizes that the tablets that had been the talk of the town were most likely stolen, and things would likely pick up around the academy. Not wanting to miss an opportunity for something new, he walks to a few students he had seen around the dorm.

"Yo. Mind informing a passerby about whats happened, Mr...Purple."

He decided to call the guy on the left,for obvious reasons.After saying it he realized it was probably a little offensive, but he figured with the things going on that he wouldn't really pay to much attention to it. He looked around for about 5 seconds,adding more evidence to his thought of theft.

[arcueid]

A certain presence looked over the situation with a certain curiosity. A smile crept across her lips as she'd tried to figure out what exactly other people's reactions were to this... incident. Not to say that the crimson-hued character knew what had happened at the scene of the crime. But it certainly intrigued her to a certain point. She wanted to know how it was to be a part of this. Be the mastermind behind it, even. It was something that both sparked panic in the public and seemed to encourage a certain doubt in people's hearts. Her teeth gleamed, almost as if they were fangs, in the light of the museum.

Her eyes continued to travel around, scanning the area as her purple dress danced lightly with her movement. Her white sweater seemed to keep her warm in this fall weather as she'd made an attempt to figure out who she should talk to in this situation. Everyone seemed to be doing their own thing. Perhaps it would be best in the blond vampire-esque woman found her own niche in this. Perhaps she could have fun as well as fulfill her bloodthirsty desires.

[purezen]

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~“I would‘ve had a peaceful day too, if it weren‘t for those meddling kids!”

It seemed like this incident gained more attention than he expected.

He felt strained all of the sudden. Awaiting for people to leave so he could finally look at the empty exhibit himself was a good idea, or so he thought. It seemed that more than just him as a student was attracted to this site. Was it because of the mayhem itself or they were outraged just as he was because he for one had to check for the stone about school work. Either way, he suddenly felt a bit more insecure around the hurdle of students that had swept by and started to go to the exhibit. At this rate he would be sitting on this bench all day waiting for people to leave.

“Maybe…” he had begun to say to himself lowly, “…maybe I should try to comeback later.”

He had taken his books, closed them, standing up slowly as he had started to pace himself up until the point where he had taken his white backpack and slung it around his body. Slipping his arms into the straps of the backpack, he had sighed before letting his eyes drift to the crowd. It seemed like people treat this than a simple vandalism. It was beyond him how such things would outrage people, but then again, he had no deep concerns or connections when it came to museum and its works. It was a tablet, a large rock with carvings on it simply a record from the past. At best, maybe in a good ten years, or realistically a month, it would be long forgotten by the very same people who stood here today until someone claims they have made a discovery concerning the same instrument to inflame the hype.

“I wonder…”

His head tilted to the right with his right eye opening wider than the left that showed a gradual confusion. His face seeming to stare towards the group as he begun to feel as something was attracting him to the attention of the exhibit. A small voice or low whisper at best that seemed to continuously call to him and motivate him to…

…son of a-!

Xenneth had whipped his head over his left as if he was trying to catch what was unseen in his peripheral. His eyes had been weighed with concern as well as confusion. It was often at this time he thought he was crazy, but he knew deep down that something was odd. His head already tilted to the right further slanting to the shoulder, he involuntarily attempted pillow himself, but resisting to put a crick in his neck by doing so. The tablet was one thing, but this voice was another. Standing there, distant from the crowd as if he was staring into space, he had simply looked towards the dancing rays of light coming from the windows as if he was returning someone, or something‘s, stare.

“I am pretty tired.”

Reading books day in and day out, enduring the stressful days of events like this, and dodging the public eye of those with his shy demeanor as if he was a ghost. His actibity was all a weight on his already fragile mind. His lips parted smoothly as he let out a sigh blowing out a cool breath of air to relax himself, a mind drawn to reality telling him that he needed the rest before his fatigue would make him hear more than just voices.

“Yeah…” he had thought with that sigh closing his eyes and placing the palm of his right hand on his forehead, “…I‘m just tired.”

It sounded more convincing this way.

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[Sam G. Uther]

"You know the drill," a man around the corner from the museum said. There was no one around him except for a sleek black dog that looked calm. It also looked like it could turn and kill someone in an instant if it chose to. The dog lifted then lowered its snout. It had nodded to what the man said.

It was then that the man took a pair of dark glasses out of a pocket and slipped them on. He leaned down by the dog after that and took off the leash and replaced it with a harness of some sort. He grabbed the handle of it and stood once again. They now looked like an old man and his seeing eye dog.

Walking around the corner and to the museum, the two made their way to what they hoped would be the last trip in their search. Just outside the door, the dog stopped and whined as if worried by something. "Come on," Samuel said gave the harness a yank. "There's nothing to worry about."

After a bit of work the dog went through the door. After being inside for a short while they were stopped by a guard. "No pets allowed inside sir."

"You'd deprave me of my seeing eye dog?" Samuel complained. "I'll sue you." Those last words got him by easily. Once out of hearing distance Uther chuckled. "Its so easy to trick them, isn't it my pet?" he asked the dog, but the animal didn't respond, and just looked about nervously. "But is strange. There are too many police here. Why?" Again his pet didn't answer.

[Hathor Massri]

"Allah..." Hathor murmered in her native tongue, and then she made a bow of her head. She was praying a quick prayer. She wasn't terribly religious but this was a shock to her. She tightened her ponytail and then started to walk through the crowd once again, expecting Shizuma to follow. She needed to find her mother in all of this mess.

"Excuse me. Pardon... excuse..." she said as she pushed through the crowd. It was a long trek. Many people were in her way and it was difficult. She found herself trying to push past many people. She even ended up stumbling over... a dog of all the things.

"What is that-" She looked up at the man with the dog and there seemed to be a pause. She blinked and looked to the side, where she saw another girl with long red hair and a large chest. Then she had to look away again to look at the others in the room, at Shizuma and the blonde woman... the violet-haired girly boy and the white haired one... the teacher and the sleep-deprived looking boy... and the other violet-haired man. She looked stunned for a moment, and then she bit her lip and continued to walk, looking like she was trying desperately to swallow something down.

[purezen]

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~“The thing about eyes; they always judge involuntarily.”

His fingers pressed against his fore head before slipping away gradually to press his palm to his face where he rubbed against it with the most greatest of friction. His mind had seemed to be scrambled from the atmosphere: the noise of speculated audiences who looked on towards the mystery, the very feeling of the room temperature making some sort of ecstasy in the air, as well as the many thoughts brought about his insecurities had made the mind of the young Ra Yellow student roam until finally stopping and letting it settle as he opened his eyes once more to the tiles of the floor that seemed blurry.

No alluring voice within his ears anymore, but just that audible sound of the museum audience. Within time, he had looked up towards the audience with that sheepish look as if he was sleep deprived. But caught something else…

*GLARE*
~What? D-Did I breath the wrong way or something?~

A young brown skinned woman had seemed to emerged from the small crowd and quite observant. Even if it was just a minor glance, one to his direction that did not even mean anything, it made his shoulders hug closer to his body in a secure way. It was pretty obvious that he felt uncomfortable at that very moment, and it only took that moment to greatly enforce his decision to leave the museum as he had felt his lip quiver while he tried to make a definite response to himself.

“I-I think I should get going now. I-I did say I was tired after all.”

His right hand meshed into his forehead once more as he felt his dry skin mesh into a bundle upon his forehead with the way he was stroking it in a frustrated motion. He did not feel one hundred percent right now, that much was obvious. Between his constant worrying that seemed to take away some hours of his sleep by opening a study book or his very own body seeming to let him down because of some sort of stress, he had caused this type of pressure upon himself. It was either that or give into his “true feelings.”

…that was not an option for him, it never was even when presented. It was just a thought as all.

Turning his back towards the crowd, his eyes sliding to a corner to catch a glimpse of the canine and its handler making him reconsider the direction and the pace of his walk, he had gradually walked towards the doors to exit the museum and away from the bench as he refused to wait any longer. The museum had carried a forbidding atmosphere with the fact a crime was committed and the prying eyes that might as well be the fleas of a disaster were enough to make even his skin crawl considering that they made not wanting to do his research easy today.

Perhaps he would return if there was a small crowd for his school work seeing that the crime would blow over as small talk some time or another. Besides, an essence in the air had made him feel as if he should not be there, and so, he made a quiet haste towards the door feeling relieved if he could breathe normal air again.

[Duncan Black]

At the museum, Duncan Black leaned against a corner, seeing guards and police patrolling the area. Did they set up a party for me, how SWEET he thought. His plan was to steal from the museum, his target was a shadow charm. A metal jaw that would attach to his own jaw. With all that power, this lunatic would be able to further his sadistic agenda. Right now, he was in a pair of blue jeans, his sneakers and a light jacket for the fall. His hair was combed and he had no bruising over his face. He decided to enter his target exhibit, in order to see what he faced security wise.

Doing his best to maintain normal composure, he did an adequate job of blending in. Despite his six foot five inch height, his reactions matched those of the crowd, one of few times he acted like a pleb. He saw that there was a crime that had taken place, and looked around and saw the man with his dog, the woman in the dress and white sweater, among others. And he scanned the area, making sure his jaw was still there and safe.