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Cairun Illix stood at the base of a sandy path amongst the grass, the dark-skinned Egyptian boy accompanied by his two everpresent bodyguards. They both were huge, in matching suits with shades. Cairun himself adjusted the purple tie of his dark blue suit, his black hair slicked back in two spikes at the back sides. He looked to the boat emerging through the mist, his eyes a strange shade of gold, giving a strange feeling of lifelessness. He took a small, golden coin out of his pocket. Under his breath he spoke. "May the Fates have mercy on me." He flipped the coin, putting his other hand over it as it landed in his outstretched palm. He cautiously lifted his hand up, to see the Heads symbol. The Millennium symbol. "Good."
Seth thought about the whole thing, as everybody disembarked from the boat. Guards. Suspicion was this island's name obviously. But hey, this is a tournament, and that meant something. As he walked off, that Cairun kid gave a speech. Apparently his family are reclusive billionaires. Now that's a oxymoron. He decided on the boat to save his jokes for someone who appreciated them, namely himself. "So, you all know why your here so let's skip the theatrics and get to the point. This island is the arena for this tournament. The duelists who collect 10 Coins will be able to head to the spire atop the mountain." He pointed to a peak jutting out from the trees, with a regal stone spire spiralling out from it. "If you have no coins, well you might as well leave. So it's a good thing I brought enough for you all." The bodyguards moved over to a metal crate, opening it up. "Queue up for your Duel Disks and Coins. Each of you will start with 4 coins. I know, it seems generous. What can I say, I'm a generously guy. Your duel disk has been customised for you, and will be how you duel. Just wait till you see what we've got in them. You'll be surprised." He looked around to the silent crowd, looking frustrated. "C'mon, line up. I don't want to be here all day." Isaac was second in line, receiving his duel disk and coins. His duel disk was black with white accents. He stepped out to see the duelist before him. "Aren't you that Peter Pustice guy? Posh family, won the regionals?" The white haired teen turned around. "Yes. But I don't appreciate the posh sentiment too much. I guess it's time to head off. I saw you duel on the regionals, and it was simply spiffing, so I'll save a duel like that for later. We can agree on a headstart truce, no?" Seth struggled to process what he said. "Uh... okay then. I'm just gonna go north over into the mountain area." Pustice nodded his head. "Well, I'll be going west to the forest. It's a shame, but i'm afraid we can't chat for long. Advantage overtakes courtesy in a tournament. No time to work with others." Seth grinned. "Hey, you know what they say. No man is an island." There was an awkward silence, the wind blowing past. "Geddit. Island. See, it's appropriate because the saying means..." He seemed lost as he noticed that Pustice had just turned around and walked away. He looked down. "Heh. Island."
Cairun Illix stood at the base of a sandy path amongst the grass, the dark-skinned Egyptian boy accompanied by his two everpresent bodyguards. They both were huge, in matching suits with shades. Cairun himself adjusted the purple tie of his dark blue suit, his black hair slicked back in two spikes at the back sides. He looked to the boat emerging through the mist, his eyes a strange shade of gold, giving a strange feeling of lifelessness. He took a small, golden coin out of his pocket. Under his breath he spoke. "May the Fates have mercy on me." He flipped the coin, putting his other hand over it as it landed in his outstretched palm. He cautiously lifted his hand up, to see the Heads symbol. The Millennium symbol. "Good."
Seth thought about the whole thing, as everybody disembarked from the boat. Guards. Suspicion was this island's name obviously. But hey, this is a tournament, and that meant something. As he walked off, that Cairun kid gave a speech. Apparently his family are reclusive billionaires. Now that's a oxymoron. He decided on the boat to save his jokes for someone who appreciated them, namely himself. "So, you all know why your here so let's skip the theatrics and get to the point. This island is the arena for this tournament. The duelists who collect 10 Coins will be able to head to the spire atop the mountain." He pointed to a peak jutting out from the trees, with a regal stone spire spiralling out from it. "If you have no coins, well you might as well leave. So it's a good thing I brought enough for you all." The bodyguards moved over to a metal crate, opening it up. "Queue up for your Duel Disks and Coins. Each of you will start with 4 coins. I know, it seems generous. What can I say, I'm a generously guy. Your duel disk has been customised for you, and will be how you duel. Just wait till you see what we've got in them. You'll be surprised." He looked around to the silent crowd, looking frustrated. "C'mon, line up. I don't want to be here all day." Isaac was second in line, receiving his duel disk and coins. His duel disk was black with white accents. He stepped out to see the duelist before him. "Aren't you that Peter Pustice guy? Posh family, won the regionals?" The white haired teen turned around. "Yes. But I don't appreciate the posh sentiment too much. I guess it's time to head off. I saw you duel on the regionals, and it was simply spiffing, so I'll save a duel like that for later. We can agree on a headstart truce, no?" Seth struggled to process what he said. "Uh... okay then. I'm just gonna go north over into the mountain area." Pustice nodded his head. "Well, I'll be going west to the forest. It's a shame, but i'm afraid we can't chat for long. Advantage overtakes courtesy in a tournament. No time to work with others." Seth grinned. "Hey, you know what they say. No man is an island." There was an awkward silence, the wind blowing past. "Geddit. Island. See, it's appropriate because the saying means..." He seemed lost as he noticed that Pustice had just turned around and walked away. He looked down. "Heh. Island."
