[color=BC8F8F][b]"Wait, really!?"[/b][/color] Maisy questioned at hearing Nate's statement of Camryn finding far more success than they had via kidnapping and interrogation. Sighing, she ceased to shake Lite around like she was trying to puree him in the box, and relaxed her stance, before writing something on a note and raising her fist, plopping it down by Lite's head. A cursory glance would show that it seemed to be her number. [color=BC8F8F][b]"No point Nate. At this point, humiliating him is only going to dig him deeper. Besides...whoever Exec is, we know that he's after the same thing we are. A duel for an ante'd card. Pretty obvious he had poor Lite here scouting out here to try and figure out what he had in his deck to counter him completely."[/b][/color] Maisy surmised, now not even restraining Lite as she sat by him on the bed, writing something down in her D-Ciever. [color=BC8F8F][b]"Sneaky, underhanded, and basically cheating; Sounds like perfect dark dorm activities...and pretty much grounds for expulsion if anyone finds out. Lite, you do realize that if this goes South they'll pin it all on you, right? Not an ounce of this will matter to them."[/b][/color] she continued, starting to gently remove the cardboard box from around him. Now, it didn't matter if he ran. 

[color=BC8F8F][b]"The bullying may have stopped Lite, but now you're just in a pyramid scheme of bullying and stealing. The kind that cements you forever pretty much in the bitch seat of a duel runner."[/b][/color] By now, Maisy had completely stopped minding to restrain him in any sort, his deck laying beside him, perfectly in order with no cards missing whatsoever. Fixing up her box by hand as best she could, and reafixxing the tape on the top, Maisy slipped inside of it. [color=BC8F8F][b]"Nate, ask any last minute questions you wanna, but I think he's pretty much spent. Seeya around Lite...don't expelled for someone else's schemes okay? Call me if you wanna talk...or just want your boxers back. The ones with the Level Stars on them."[/b][/color] she clarified to a horrifying degree of specificity. Now, there was just a beat up looking box sneaking its way out of the Light Dorm, Maisy inside of it. Not like anybody would question Nathaniel coming out of a Light room, and Dark Dorm students kinda prowled where they liked now. 

One she was in the clear, Maisy would ditch her box disguise in a janitor's closet and go on as if nothing happened, texting Camryn: [color=BC8F8F][i]"nate and i got it under control!!! found a guy in their that was snooping. looks like theyare really desperate for flying fish for some reason. even tried swiping his deck for weaknesses."[/i][/color] once she was back out in her dorm area. Yawning and stretching her arms up in the air she started skulking towards her dorm room, figuring that she'd done enough today and that now was the perfect time to cram for exams while she had time. With Jack Atlas as her tutor after all, there was no way she would fail! I mean, pillows don't talk, but you can prop a book up on them real nice, which is really all Pillow Jack was doing...but still, no I in Team Atlas.