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Intro to the Nexus
Sep. 13th, 2015 04:47 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
ringed_fateBefore the beginning of his junior year at Domino High, Ryou had received this strange letter on his doorstep. It didn't contain a message or anything, but it did contain a brochure. He only glanced over it, wondering if this was for some sort of class trip. It was strange. This place didn't look like it was anywhere near this district or even Tokyo. Their school never took them anywhere extravagant. He dismissed it as junkmail.
Then, that afternoon he'd been working on some new gaming pieces for a tabletop role play campaign he was thinking of starting. Ever since he'd been freed from the sennen ring's influence, he felt the need to reconnect with his old hobbies. He hadn't told Yugi and the others yet. It was going to be a surprise. Then he noticed he ran out of paint for the figurines.
He sighed. "Well, there's nothing for it. I'll have to head into town."
But when he stepped out of the apartment gates there was a bright light and he was no longer anywhere he had ever seen before. And somehow, that strange brochure had gotten into his pocket. He was standing in what looked like some kind of gathering place for people. He blinked, holding his half done figurine. Was he dreaming?
Then, that afternoon he'd been working on some new gaming pieces for a tabletop role play campaign he was thinking of starting. Ever since he'd been freed from the sennen ring's influence, he felt the need to reconnect with his old hobbies. He hadn't told Yugi and the others yet. It was going to be a surprise. Then he noticed he ran out of paint for the figurines.
He sighed. "Well, there's nothing for it. I'll have to head into town."
But when he stepped out of the apartment gates there was a bright light and he was no longer anywhere he had ever seen before. And somehow, that strange brochure had gotten into his pocket. He was standing in what looked like some kind of gathering place for people. He blinked, holding his half done figurine. Was he dreaming?
