The Visit (Closed)

[Ilythyia Venetianer]

“Draw,” she added, as her hand went up to two cards. Suddenly, with an exceptional top deck, the demon was able to wipe out the advantage that she earned the previous play. However, since she knew that the demon drew into Bora, Ilythyia also knew that she did not draw into something that could potentially break her long-term goals. The basic strategy remained the same, and she was content to sit on Treeborn Frog for defense if she absolutely had to.

“I’ll special summon Treeborn Frog in defense mode during my standby phase,” Ilythyia said, surveying the cards in her hand. Then, she plucked one of them out of her fingers and placed it in the backrow of her duel disk. “Then I will play Pot Avarice, returning Gungnir, Dragon of the Ice Barrier, Elemental Hero Absolute Zero, Elemental Hero Ice Edge, Debris Dragon, and Majestic Dragon all back into my deck in order to draw two more cards.”

Drawing more cards would give her more outs, and with the right cards drawn, she should be able to end the duel given her opponent’s abandoned field.

After surveying the cards that she added to her hand, she decided on her next move. “First, I’ll play Future Fusion, selecting Elemental Hero Absolute Zero from my extra deck as a target, and I will discard Evil Hero Infernal Prodigy and Poison Draw Frog as the fusion material monsters listed on the card. Then, with her field ready, she underwent the next step of her master plan. She chose another card from her hand, opting to play it next, hopefully in order to end this duel.

“Then, I will normal summon Junk Synchron. And with Junk Synchron’s effect, I will special summon Poison Draw Frog from my graveyard. Then, I will tune Junk Synchron, Treeborn Frog, and Poison Draw Frog to form level 6 Goyo Guardian! And since Poison Draw Frog’s effect activates in the graveyard, I get a free draw because he was sent from the field to the graveyard,” Ilythyia explained each step carefully, before adding with youthful playfulness, “though hopefully, I won’t need it.”

Her fingers went back to her duel disk as she commanded the Goyo Guardian. “With Goyo Guardian, I’ll attack you directly for 2800 damage!”

Hopefully, that would be enough to finish the duel, and still she felt that the duel may have lasted for too long…

8000
2 CiH
1 Goyo Guardian/ATK
1 Future Fusion (2 turns left)
Graveyard: Junk Synchron, Poison Draw Frog, Evil Hero Infernal Prodigy, Treeborn Frog, Pot of Avarice, Polymerization, King of the Swamp, Torrential Tribute, Trap Dustshoot, Treasure of Harmony

[Sam G. Uther]

That had been terrible. Such an utter defeat. A complete and utter defeat. Another burst of air shot out from the old man, going in all directions. This shouldn't have happened. I am the wind. I am omnipotent. I will haunt you. The true voice of Barbarricia carried those words through the wind.

The wind in the room died down, until only a breeze from the broken windows remained. The old man swayed back and forth in a daze, before falling forward and face-planting the ground. A broken nose was the only injury caused by the fall.

[Jame Grant]

Jame who had been silent the entire duel, now said, "Wow. I am severely outclassed in the hero department. So that is two down so far." Jame then looked over the side of his bed to the broken laptop. "Further information is out of my ears for now. I should be able to sneak out of here tomorrow long enough to run to a store and purchase another one. Link up to my computer at the academy in an hour or two after that."

"So congrats on your defeating of the demon," he said with a friendly smile on his face and clapped his hands together a few times. Most of the duel Jame had been holding his breath. He had faith in the woman that was visiting him, however he expected the demon to be stronger.

"So what now? A dinner to celebrate the victories of today? You are alright though?" concern in his voice at the last question.

[Ilythyia Venetianer]

She had bested a demon.

The enviable feat seemed almost titanic in grandeur. Yet she felt nothing. Nothing but a cold emptiness that permeated through her and chilled her to the bone. She had fought against a pesky demon and won, convincingly and in dominant fashion, but still failed to feel anything. There was no adrenaline that surged through her veins, no excitement that made her want to hug someone or cheer. There was simply emptiness, a void of emotion and sentiment that felt both depressing and eerily difficult to reconcile.

Approaching the old man that fell before her, she poked gingerly at his unconscious body with the toe of her dress shoe. Verifying that she was unconscious, she made the steps back toward the hospital bed. Around this time, the two guards burst through the door, making a bit of a scene as they staggered about the room. One of them was eagerly checking his earpiece, while the other walked into the room, nearly tripped over the prone body, and immediately addressed the Industrial Illusions executive, “Are you already, Ma’am?”

“I’m fine, thank you,” Ilythyia answered promptly, waving a hand to tell them to exit and take the body with them. One of them effortlessly threw the old man’s body over his shoulder, and with a acquiescing nod, turned on his heel and exited the room while the other held open the door and quickly followed.

“And I’ll be already, Mr. Grant,” she turned to face the patient. “I don’t know if I feel like having dinner…”

[Jame Grant]

Jame nodded, solemnly. "Alright. As long as you are sure you're ok." Jame watched from his place in bed as the guards took the former host out of the room. "Careful with him. He was just possessed, don't want to hurt him even more."

Jame leaned back against the pillows. This day had been eventful. Two demons down, that they knew of, and five to go. It was doubtful that he or Ilythyia would duel against another of the demons. He of course had no intention of facing a demon. And as long as they didn't come knocking looking for their sister, he had a feeling he would be fine.

Jame then looked at the broken window. "I hope I'll be getting a new room." Jame then paused and listened. Seems the law had been called. He could hear the sirens through the broken window. "I think it might be best for you to leave. Too bad you aren't able to stay longer, but it might not look good if you are found here at the scene of a possible crime, or at least a felony."

[Ilythyia Venetianer]

The guards hesitated momentarily, eying Ilythyia with tentative eyes as if they weren’t sure if they should actually go through with Jame’s request. Ilythyia gave them a stern look, a little annoyed that they would even consider answering to anyone else. She shrugged as one of the bodyguards took the old man’s body and flung it over his broad shoulders. She couldn’t really care less about him. Dismissively looking away from him, Ilythyia finally answered and assuaged his doubts, “You could throw him into a ditch for all I care.”

The duel had not taken a lot out of her. Since the entirety of it only lasted five turns and she had not even taken a single hit to her life points, Ilythyia did not feel particularly weary after the endeavor, but the realism and the chill of the duel—of her own monsters, Absolute Zero and Gungnir—still ran down her spine. It was simply a feeling that was more unnerving than anything else. She felt a rush of uncertainty and anxiety that she had no idea where it came from or when it would dissipate.

“I’ll take care of it,” she spoke up, having barely listened to what Jame had to say about the police. She had her methods; she had thousands of employees to back her up and her hand in some of the biggest cookie jars in the world. Smoothing over a broken window at a hospital would have been something so trivial that the company would have handled it already without her needing to say a word.

She moved towards the door, her heels clicking against the hospital tile and over the cool patch where her mighty monsters once stood. Pausing briefly at the doorway, Ilythyia turned around to face Jame one more time, choosing to give him a word of advice that showed much more of the stern disciplinarian and successful executive than the capricious and brilliantly witty young lady of twenty-three, “Oh, and Mr. Grant—don’t disappoint me again in the future.”

Ilythyia couldn’t really resist making one last quip at the man, notably for his latest ‘at least a felony’ line: “And there is no criminal category worse than felonies.”