Aya's ears perked up, as she heard the voice. It was deep, and seemed to spit out cobwebs and intruige and to chew up fedora-toting adventurers with whips with every crushed consonant sound. It also seemed to be coming from behind her. Whatever pair of lungs this mystery man had on him, they were powerful enough to resonate through several inches of brick and mortar. She stood and turned, trying to signal to the whitehead, who was nowhere in sight. She was alone, next to a brick wall who was apparently trying to recruit her to a sun cult or something, she wasn't sure. Two options presented to her. She could run, get an adult, try and get this wierdo with the booming voice thrown out of campus, or she could stand her ground and fight.

Well, okay, they weren't really two options. Any duelist worth their deck would have stayed.

She clicked the big grey "accept" button on her duel disk, feeding her Kaijus into the machine's autoshuffler and drawing out five cards. She fanned her hand out, and tucked it back into the palm of her fist, hiding the size of her hand. Would have probably been a dick move to her opponent if he could see any of that. Or, y'know, wasn't a featureless expanse of brick wall the size of a school building. Or inside it, whatever. [i]"Erm..."[/i] she began, feeling a little bit silly at addressing the wall this way. [i]"You can go first, if that's alright. S-Stay where you are, i'll come find you in a bit, okay?"[/i] Aya turned, walking round to the door into the empty building. 

Empty classrooms are real freaky places without people inside, [url=https://s-media-cache-ak0.pinimg.com/564x/6c/17/7f/6c177f7b306bbfc3cf5daaed714d41ae.jpg]aren't they?[/url] When there's people around, lockers and desks and chairs don't seem so frightening as when the light is shining all orange and mauve, when a single breeze sets the locker doors all clicking and clacking like a set of maracas during the day of the dead, when every wall is painted with upside down shadows of big metal spiders cast by each and every chair upturned onto the desks. Aya had once heard that that was done to clean under them, but she secretly suspected it was there to frighten lockpickers. Especially when it was the only empty class in a building full of people, and every so often you'd hear a table squeak or a muffled, tinny voice rattling through the walls.

No voice carried as well as the stranger's did, however. He stood in the middle of an abandoned classroom, all neat precision and geometric rows and him, with his robes and his tanned skin and his scary falcon mask that cast odd shadows everywhere the light hit it. Gulp. He'd just hit his standby phase as Aya found him, pushing aside the classroom door like she didn't belong. She'd barely had a chance to glance at her hand. She only had one hand trap, and she kept it right at the forefront of her hand as her opponent went about his play. Retaliating "C". An unusual choice, but it served it's purpose for her. With any luck it would serve it's purpose now. She waited with baited breath, trying to guess his deck.

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EDIT: Just adding a line making it clear that while there are classes going on, there's none in the class they're at. 
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