The Awakening of the forgotten...

It would have seemingly been yet another dull and rather uneventful evening within the walls that Bardo would have called home for what seemed like ages but truly would have been only a rather short period of time if one would take the time to use time itself as a scale for the accomplishments they would be praised for… However, to Bardo there was nothing special as to which he needed to wake up to fight this day with an energetic and rather normal attitude that he would be seen to have but rather on this day he would have lazed around in his own private quarters that he was assigned upon his arrival and would have simply been listening to the many different records that would have been scattered across his floor. As he would have slowly realized that he had done nothing but truly sit and dwell within his own mind for the better part of the day he would exhale a deep sigh as he would scratch his head which would have been in need of relocking sometime soon, for the dread what some may call mess upon his head wasn’t cutting it for him any longer and he needed them to be in their prime state. With that note he would slowly slide himself out of his bed as he would adjust his boxer and would get a good morning stretch in before getting into the shower and letting the hot petals of liquid cascade upon his cold body which would give him a sudden burst of energy the likes of which not many people would ever get to see…

Therefore, after his little morning routine of things everyone would do, he would swing open his closet door after he would begin to blast his music which to most should be the sign of his awakening, as he would check his clothes he would have chosen to dawn the normal outfit that he felt most comfortable in, with his gleaming blue eyes he would throw on a black dress shirt that would have swiftly been covered with a black leather jacket that would have white fur around the collars of it. With his after throwing on some cargo pants, and black boots he would slowly tie up his hair revealing the collar that his mother would have given him so to never forget his struggles and his desire to never seemingly be held down… So with this he would make his way to the dueling arena’s and would wonder if anything would have been transpiring around that would pick his interest to perhaps help increase his motivation to do something on what he would hope would turn into yet another one of the beautiful days that allowed him to accomplish all of the things that he has strived for thus far. However, if all else false he would simply attempt to change around his deck to perhaps get a little more toward his dream deck and to finally being able to have the duel of his life with the person that would have recruited him into this organization to begin with…

Sameonna would have been discussing matters of dire importance with the higher ups of the Rare Hunters, among them was Hei Djinn, a towering egyptian menace who was world renowned for being a Ritual Specialist duelist. Having spent the greater portion of the day in the central courtyard just outside of the massive Headquarters, which was formerly a United Duelist Corporation military vehicle construction facility turned living-quarters and dueling arena, equipped with an underground nightclub.

Remaining outside, Sameonna had just finished landing the last blow in a duel out front, a Blue-Eyes Ultimate Dragon could be heard roaring for miles away. The three heads would simultaneously fire a nicely coordinated white lightning attack, its power sending the duelist and his cards out of the arena area, the duelist having landed on his stomach, unconscious. Sameonna instructed what surrounding lesser rank Rare Hunters to get rid of the duelist, and have his deck confiscated and added to the Rare Hunter card cache.