Atem's Home

[open] [genderbent AU]

note_atem — Fri, 13 Jan 2012 04:24:24 GMT

The Duelist Ball is a special, invite only, very fancy affair. Pegasus was really going all out for this, sparing no expense for such a star-studded, beautiful evening. The invitation was very pushy about bringing a date (god help you if you didn't, who knew what Pegasus would do to you if you showed up alone). There was really only one woman you thought about bringing when you first laid eyes on your invitation.

Atem was very outspoken about not wanting to go, however. She especially despised Pegasus, this much was apparent. It wasn't something you could forget, after all. But there was an underlying shyness in her that you were sure you'd never seen before. The thought of getting dressed up seemed to make her slightly uncomfortable. You were determined not to go alone, however, and eventually you poked and prodded until she gave in.

The night in question you showed up to her door (flowers or not is your choice) and knocked, maybe even nervously. It took her a long moment to answer. When the door finally opened you can still see that awkward, uneasy look about her, but it's massively overshadowed by what she's done to her appearance. Her normally crazy, gravity defying hair is all straightened out, her make-up has been done far beyond just the thick eyeliner, and what she's wearing is definitely out of the ordinary for her but it at least fits the bill for the ball.

Stunned, is really the only word for your expression. And she seems unhappy about it.

"We're going to be late."

[closed]

note_atem — Sun, 08 Jan 2012 06:07:41 GMT

If you'd ask him what his path looked like after retrieving his memories, Atem probably wouldn't have answered in any way that was close to what his life was now. Ruling another country ... the world, even, Neo-Tokyo (Domino? Neo-Earth? Who knows) alongside the new Neo-Queen Serenity had not even been an idea he was aware he'd have at some point. But after such a long and intertwined journey with her, there was no way he could turn his back now.

And so taking up a new royal style next to his Queen, he seemed at least somewhat capable of taking the helm again. Adding a child to the mix though possibly complicated things. But a what would a marriage be without a new baby girl? It was just another endeavor the two rulers would take on together, side by side, and be greater for it.

He wasn't quite sure of his role yet though; primary caretaker seemed to sometimes fit him, but Serenity was the child's mother. Then again she also seemed to rule more aptly than he did. Sometimes he wondered if she was just dragging him along for the ride. After leaving the throne room the wander the gardens today he was thinking that very thought, yet somehow it didn't truly bother him. This might have been more her world than his but he would never feel sorry for watching over it together with her.

[Closed]

note_atem — Fri, 06 Jan 2012 05:12:33 GMT

In another one of those long stretches of Kaiba's work, Atem had turned up at the office. It hadn't been the usual show-up-out-of-nowhere, either. This surprise trip had been after a couple of weeks away in a tournament. Kaiba seemed to be a little unfazed at his arrival, however. Hours of doing puzzles had eventually taken their usual toll on his eyes.

A few times he rubbed them before going back to work, the sun eventually sinking low before disappearing completely from the city. Kaiba had warned there would be no going home tonight, and perhaps Atem thought he could coerce the other. In fact, he had been very much hoping that would have been the case. Kaiba just kept on working, though, and soon he forgot all about that, turning on his side, lying down and snuggling up into the crook of his own arm.

He barely even remembered turning up in Kaiba's office at all when he opened his eyes next- and he certainly had remembered going home to the mansion. But he seemed to be in the brunet's bed, still clothed, and quite alone. Something felt off about it, but he couldn't quite put his finger on what exactly that was. Once he stood the room seemed to grow warmer somehow, and his voice was quieter than he expected as he called out-

"Hello?"

EVERYONE PARTICIPATE

note_atem — Tue, 03 Jan 2012 04:06:02 GMT

AS PART OF YOUR THERAPY YOU ARE TAKEN FROM YOUR HOME\OFFICE, AND SHOVED INTO A LARGE ROOM WITH NICE PADDED WHITE WALLS. THERE WAS A NUMBER ON THE DOOR, WHAT NUMBER WAS IT (1-14)?

(You may also leave this room and pick another door if you're trying to find your way out, but the door will not unlock until you AT LEAST TALK TO THE OTHER PERSON IN THE ROOM FOR FIVE MINUTES. HINT: The game ends when you find Atem's door.)

[Open]

note_atem — Mon, 02 Jan 2012 22:43:34 GMT

It's been a long time since DOMA and the Orichalcos business. Perhaps you've forgotten all about it, the legends that went with it, the dragons and knights that went with it. ~~Or like a jerkass maybe you've just been pretending it never existed in the first place, so what if it was filler, it was good.~~ It's been years since then, years since the final duel, too. Atem seems to have settled nicely into Domino and your life.

And then one night there's a dragon's roar that echos far across Domino's skyline. The already dark night gets darker, the street lights blow out. This is obviously your cue that something ~~stupid~~ ~~predictable~~ terrible is about to happen. The dragon's roar can be heard once more before you turn towards Atem and he seems to be missing entirely. Surely he was just by your side, how could he have gone away?

You're surrounded at once by cloaked figures, even harder to see against the unusual blackness of the night. Fight you must it seems, and they probably have to do with Atem's disappearance. The dragon's roar gets ten times louder and in a shining burst of blue light a man appears in front of you- with a strangely familiar hair style. This not!Atem is wielding a sword, and he also looks highly injured already.

The next roar comes with a growl, and it seems to come from this man that you may or may not remember from that time so long ago. He raises his sword and in one clean sweep beheads the lot of them. The sword then comes to the ground and he's forced to lean on it heavily.

"Absolutely ridiculous." He growls.

[Open] [AU] [Pokestuff]

note_atem — Mon, 26 Dec 2011 16:55:25 GMT

The Rockets were defeated! Peace has returned to the pokemon world! ...except not. While you both did a good job of kicking them in the face and making a dent, it didn't mean they'd be gone forever. But Atem knew it wouldn't really end with them. And besides, it's taking them a very long while to build up their forces again. So he's ready for some vacation. Or at least you both thought so.

But he's a hero-type. He can't sit still for a long time without doing something. And luckily for him he got wind of some bad things going on elsewhere in the world. So you two parted for a while.

About a day after you did you received this message-

Don't visit Viridian Forest until I say it's okay.

Well that's totally not worrisome or incriminating at all. And as usual when you have that feeling you can't stay out of things so you go anyway. You've probably got this forest all mapped out by now and won't have a lick of trouble navigating it.

Over the tops of the trees, nearer towards the exit, you hear a fight going on, however.

"You think you can get away with stealing other people's pokemon?" Definitely Atem's voice.

"Sure do. And here's how!"

A harsh wind picks up through the trees, making it hard to hear what attack is called; a pained cry follows it, however, and it is not a pokemon's. It's Atem's.

"Thanks for the new pokemon. These will sell nicely. And with your pokedex I'll have access to your P.C. too. Later loser!"

When you finally make it towards Atem you can see that the kid was using his pokemon to attack people.

1. He used Psychic. Atem is stumbling around and generally confused.
2. He used Poison Jab. Atem is lying on the ground in an increasing amount of pain.
3. He used Thunderbolt. Atem can no longer move.
4. He used Ice Beam. Atem is stuck in a block of ice.

Of course you can ignore Atem's plight (he might die though who knows) and go after the kid first.

[Closed]

minigoff — Tue, 20 Dec 2011 04:58:41 GMT

It was just another typical day for that King of Games, sorting his cards with that other self of us and doing whatever perky-duelist-goths do. Because nothing else is more important than card games, of course, and what else could the two do with their time aside from play with their deck?

He probably should have expected the other to touch his hands or his shoulder as much as he usually did, but ever since that one day, it always felt a little... different. A normal person with a ghostly partner would probably blame aforementioned ghostly partner, but obviously, Yugi isn't normal, and would rather feel like a weird pervert than blame that jerkface Pharaoh for anything. ~~Stupid sexy spirit.~~

But maybe Atem wouldn't mind indulging in his partner's not-weird-at-all kink... right? He didn't realize that he was lost in thought for a moment until he felt a light nudge, followed by Atem asking if he was okay.

"Ah... I'm fine, mou hitori no boku. I was just... thinking about something."

[Open] [LOOK AT DAT AU]

note_atem — Thu, 08 Dec 2011 23:21:03 GMT

It may not be the most fun world but it is a normal world. Full of normal things. And normal people. Most of your life has been normal. Except that one time when you found that magic artifact and unleashed that magic being. Angel. Demon. Genie. Type thing. Creature. And that's when you got stuck with him. But after such a normal existence it must have been sort of refreshing, right?

You were absolutely stuck with him. Sometimes he'd shadow you. Sometimes he'd shrink in form and perch on your shoulder. He's probably even warmed up to you by now. Maybe. And maybe you to him. He even grants wishes, you see. Three. As most stories go. And it is his solemn duty to protect you no matter what. ...ah..

But his alignment.... what was it?

Lawful Good: He came with a book of rules upon his arrival. One of the biggest ones was that he would not kill innocents. He would not do harm to a lot of people. He wouldn't allow you to use his wishes for anything he personally deemed reprehensible or evil. He's a bit of a stiff, this guy, but his heart is in the right place. There is, of course, the rule of having to obey you, since you are his master. You can force him to do anything you want. But it always seems to pain him. And possibly gets him to resent you more and more each time you try.

Neutral: The list of rules all seemed to have question marks at the end of them.... If you pose anything that's totally on one side of an axis he seems to have to think before granting it or denying it. If you force your domain over him the thinking vanishes and he doesn't really have to think hard on disobeying anymore. You are his master, after all. He doesn't mind you, even when you ask him to do somewhat iffy things.

Chaotic Evil: Kill 'em all. This one is the life of the party. He only questions truly do-goody behavior. But wish for a death on your most hated enemy and he'll surely do it. In front of you. In the most violent manner available to him at the time. Remind him of who's boss and he'll remind you of his magic. But it's of course, the law that he can't kill you, his master. You did read the rule book, right? You should know that...

But what wish stage are you at?
The first: Did you just find said strange magical not normal artifact and are meeting him for the first time? Or maybe we're a little beyond that and you've finally thought of your first wish.

The second: You've gotten somewhat of a handle on him and his abilities (rules, reasons, etc...) and have decided to make your middle wish! Only one more to go. Better use it wisely.

The third: Partings are such sweet sorrow. After this one he's gone. Maybe it makes you glad. Maybe it makes you sad. Perhaps it has taken you years to get to this point because you love him so much and couldn't bear to be parted with him. Ah well. All meetings must have a parting some time...

Of course... you could always wish for a million wishes... Somehow that never seemed to be in the rulebook... And who doesn't want an endless supply of wishes on hand?

((If the extremes don't seem fun enough you can go for the in-between alignments too just let me know in the comment header.))

[Open] [Something simple; a winter date]

note_atem — Sun, 27 Nov 2011 06:46:58 GMT

Anyone observant will easily tell you that Atem does not like the cold. He shies away from snow. He detests the winter. It really makes his life tough because it's hard to avoid snowfall and the harsh cold winters when you live in a place that has equal seasons. There's really nowhere else he'd rather be, and moving away from Domino? Just to avoid winter? Not an option. That place is his home just as much as Egypt had been. Even with the annoying icy bite of winter every year.

So at least this year you want to try and ease it somehow. It was tough enough to even get him to agree to come outside after the first heavy snowfall of the year. And the trek around the city was already hard to agree on. But he seems to be okay. Maybe. Excusing the slight shiver every now and again, but at least he's not complaining, right?

So what's on the agenda? A tour of the blanketed city? Hot chocolate? Are you going to give in and take him home? Hand holding? Snuggling for warmth?

[open]

note_atem — Tue, 22 Nov 2011 02:35:50 GMT

It had been a very strange and quiet night. Atem had been in his apartment, and as it had turned out, he had been the only one. Fate was a funny thing and the way the world worked and revolved around the once-Pharaoh had always been strange and ridiculous. There was a clap of thunder, or at least that's what normal people heard; duelists would hear the roar of a dragon. And only duelists would be able to turn their eyes to the sky that night and see a flock of them swirling over Domino City. Their target was that building and they all struck in a formidable attack pattern that wiped the building from its foundation, reducing it to rubble and fire.

Once those flames had died out, it was certain that somehow the only man left in the building would be dead. But he rose from those flames unscathed, untouched completely except for minor scrapes that seemed unimportant. As he sat up from those ashes, hand to his head and eyes open for the first time, no one could really understand what had happened but the look he had directed your way had been extremely intense. Then you understood that everything about him had changed.

CHOOSE SOME SHIT OR SOMETHING

The night in question: Take him home and learn more about his new look. Or watch him struggle with it since really what the fuck is going on

Press Release: DRAGONS DON'T DO WELL when cameras are flashing in their eyes. Perhaps a statement that needed to be made to the public at large has gone very awry and the media will not back off of him now. ...Did he just growl?

Getting used to the feeling: Look he's being all mysterious and cool or something, sitting on the roof top of some building. Dragons like flying and fresh air right. But he doesn't have wings so just the fresh air will have to do.

SOMETHING ELSE: MAKE SOME OTHER SHIT UP

[Open] [The thing with the daughter AU]

note_atem — Fri, 18 Nov 2011 21:47:52 GMT

Things on Atem's end had been quiet for a couple of days. He seemed to be struggling with something, though as per the usual, he wasn't letting on as to what it was. Yet somehow he tried to make things seem normal. As normal as they could be. But whatever it was, it had to do with his daughter Yuiko. You know. That cute adorable girl that appeared out of the ether through circumstances no one talks about because we've had enough of this magic and nonsense junk.

Either way, he seems to be distant, and keeping to her and his own. It might really seem normal. He's trying to keep things under control. But as usual, something's gotta give. And after a few days of that unnerving behavior, you finally get a phone call in the early evening.

1.) A Phone Call From Her: You allow the phone to ring three times before picking it up and answering it casually. On the other end is that familiar little girl, but she's crying quietly.

"D-daddy... he... I need help..."

2.) A Phone Call From Him: The phone rings twice before you answer it. Atem cuts you off before you really can say anything, saying your name once before an air of uneasy silence breaks through. After a few moments he finally speaks.

"She had to go to the hospital. I don't know what I'm meant to do..."

[open] Yes I did steal this

note_atem — Tue, 15 Nov 2011 03:49:10 GMT

Cuddle With Atem Meme

① Sweet dreams It's been a long day and all you want to do is sleep or just rest your eyes for a bit. Hopefully whoever is close by doesn't mind if you use them as a blanket.

② Stormy weather The heavy rain, thunder and lightning won't be letting up anytime soon. Luckily, it's the perfect weather to stay indoors and snuggle up close and keep warm.

③ Lazy dancer It's the end of a party, or maybe it's only the two of you, but the tempo is slow and the lights are low. Let your dance partner take the weight and just sway.

④ Surprise attack Time to invade someone's personal space. Are they working too much and need a distraction? Maybe you just wanted to brighten their day. Either way, they won't see it coming.

⑤ Movie night It can be on the sofa or in a darkened theater, but you've got your popcorn and someone to settle against during your favorite movie.

⑥ I love you, man It's totally platonic, really. You're just very good friends, no matter what people like to think. But you just love your friend so much you want to hug them, whether they like it or not.

⑦ Jeepers creepers Welp. You were just frightened. Was it a spider in the washroom, a ghost in the attic, a bad dream? Either way, you're looking for someone to cling to right now, and who better than that person right there?

⑧ Hurt and comfort Whether you're sick in bed, just been dumped or suffered a traumatic event, you need someone to wrap their arms around you and make everything go away.

⑨ Sunday morning Maybe you just had a wild night. Maybe there’s just not enough space at your place and you need to share your bed. Or maybe you just got really tired and someone else happened to be there. Doesn't matter because now the person with you looks way more comfortable than any blanket or pillow. Drape to your heart’s content.

⑩ Moment after You just had incredible, vigorous sex (playing out is totally optional) and if you weren't a cuddler before, you are now. You're probably too exhausted to do anything else anyway. Just enjoy the moment.

-It can either be brought on Atem or brought on by your character, just specify who is coming in and doing the action and we're good to go-

[Closed]

note_atem — Fri, 04 Nov 2011 23:57:18 GMT

There was really no explanation for it. Trying to "hang out" as normal people didn't really do either of them justice, nor did it really suit either of them. It led to a lot of awkward posturing and standing around before inevitable arguments arose. Eventually, somehow, the Kaiba Corporation office of the CEO himself became the common ground in which the two decided to make plans or ... do nothing at all. Because after a few failed attempts, who really wanted to keep trying for this nonsense. Not either one of them.

But it still felt like a normal place where they could sit in amicable silence and nurse their thoughts of how strange this was and yet how neither really cared enough to stop it. Atem didn't have anything better to do and Kaiba was always at work anyway. So what difference did it really make; as long as Atem wasn't making a nuisance though then he was liable to be thrown out.

Just another normal day in the office where the sun was starting to set and Atem's eyes were starting to drift behind the puzzle book he'd brought. His pencil was dipping every now and again as he started dozing off. Not there. How rude. He just couldn't fall asleep in front of Kaiba.

[open] [au]

note_atem — Tue, 01 Nov 2011 03:07:31 GMT

You've known him for a long time now. He's never aged a day. There's a few reasons for that, reasons that drew you in in the first place. Or was it he that was drawn in? Either way, the closer you got, the less you were able to deny him. Tonight proved to be rather difficult. Halloween, and for some reason those scarlet eyes of his glowed brightly in the darkness as he approached at his usual hour.

It was then that he said something like-

But he looked much more like this while saying it

You're going to get older. Right now ... right now maybe it would be a good time to freeze your life permanently. Your little vampire lover doesn't want to seem to lose you, either. Being a human has a lot more downfalls, after all. Such short lifespans.

As the tip of his tongue touches an elongated fang, Atem watches you closely, hungrily almost. But he's willing to wait instead for your answer. Something much more important than your blood.

[why would you want this] oh also open I guess

kcrighthand — Thu, 27 Oct 2011 18:51:22 GMT

Dutiful, hardworking, reliable Isono. Kaiba's right hand man and probably his longest worker to date. Everyone else gets fired or quits (and subsequently never works in this town again oh well). He's been with Kaiba Corporation longer than any employee to date as well. He has many secrets he could probably share with many writers and networks that would make him rich beyond his wildest dreams. But none of that matters. His loyalty is so ridiculously high he couldn't think of doing something like that without feeling sick.

Speaking of which, he did seem to be getting a little pale these past few months. His scheduled breaks (that he usually never took) were getting longer (but never long enough to impede working). On the files of his computer there were encrypted folders and search results of older Kaiba Corporation operations that he'd been a part of- once a labrat was just enough to be life threatening. But why now?

He didn't care, either way. Once he'd gotten his answers the searching had ceased and he'd gone back to being quiet, on time, and hard working. Except for those breaks where he'd disappear outside. Today he was running just a minute late. One minute. Sixty seconds.

Sixty seconds that he was currently spending hunched over in the back alley coughing harshly. This needed to stop before he could go back inside. No one could know about this...

[Open] [AU]

note_atem — Thu, 27 Oct 2011 02:00:50 GMT

The campus had been all abuzz with excitement for weeks now. There was a new student coming in for the semester and he was so exotic that not a person could keep from talking about it. Someone that came from a strangely dark and sordid, but no less rich, background. Word was that he was beyond gorgeous and once you saw him for yourself you could barely disagree with that statement.

Atem Mazin, was his name. Just a few days over the age of twenty-one. His major was game design with a minor in history. His Japanese was absolutely perfect, but drenched in such a rich toe-curling accent. Extremely proficient in math and science, and the way he played chess absolutely made your mind reel. There had come a day when he finally was not as perfect as he seemed and in an attempt to get closer you gladly offered up your help in study sessions.

It was a terrible thing to do, though. The more time you spent with him, the more you grew attached. You were dying to see him, at his beck and call and there wasn't a damn thing you could or would do about it anymore. You couldn't wait to meet with him again this evening in one of the abandoned classrooms after hours. Every time you thought about his smile or the way his hips moved or the soft sound of his voice it felt like falling in love for the first time all over again.

Too bad you're his teacher.

[open]

note_atem — Fri, 21 Oct 2011 19:51:12 GMT

There's something very strange about today. You can't really put your finger on it. You just ... feel strange. Feel something different. Something perhaps out of the ordinary. But just as you latch on to what's so different the feeling goes away completely. You forget what you were thinking about. And then you move on to whatever it was you were doing before. A few times over the day you try to retrace your steps. Try to hold on to what feels so out of place. For a moment you think back to breakfast. Something you grabbed. Something that was forced on you. Something you just ate today that suddenly seems so significant. You had plucked one morsel that seems so vividly colored now in your mind- different from the rest. ....and then the thought dies off completely yet again as Atem crosses your path. Something about him catches your attention instead. And that color bursts behind your eyes as you close them for a moment. It makes you feel differently towards Atem today. But what color was it?

White: Something about his stare is so alluring. Mysterious, even. You just want to talk to him. To sit with him. Ask him questions about everything and anything. You don't want to leave his side. You just can't fight this overwhelming feeling to simply talk to him. You need to get to know him better. Now. Before it's too late.

Blue: Something about him seems so genuinely sad today. It breaks your heart. One look from him and you can tell he's struggling with something. You suddenly want to scoop him up in your arms, listen to his woes, keep him safe from all the wrongs in the world. Protect him. You just need to make sure he's alright.

Red: Every move from his hips, the way he walks, the way he's simply looking at you. It calls to you. You want him. Bad. You need him. The urge is uncontrollable. You just have to have him. You can't take no for an answer.

Pink: He's just so adorable! Everything he's doing today just gives off such a cute flare. You want to hug him, squeeze him, pick him up, pinch his cheeks even! He's just so sweet and cute, strange you've never noticed it before now. But every time he blinks those eyes of his in question you feel your heart melt a little. Adorable little Atem.

[Closed]

note_atem — Mon, 17 Oct 2011 05:19:23 GMT

It was getting colder and the Kame Game shop had decided to test out a new theory for attracting customers. With the drop of the temperature Yuugi and his grandfather had thought it was a good enough time to try out warm food and warm drinks. It would turn out to work well enough, too. And somehow Yuugi had a knack for baking little things like cupcakes and brownies. Anzu loved helping out too. But that left the drinks to grandpa, and after a while he did ... sort of get tired of it, despite the slow increase in sales.

Atem asked if he could help, and Yuugi would have liked nothing better. So once Atem was taught how to make the various blends of coffee that Yuugi had purchased for this, he was set to task. It was at that time that he apologized to Kaiba and said he'd be gone for most of the week. This was a sale week and Yuugi needed him quite a lot more often. It just so happened that at the end of that week, worn out and tired, he decided to stop by the mansion to at least see his not!boyfriend.

Mokuba was going out that night but had left Atem a text letting him know that Seto had stopped in for a few moments. If no one else, Atem could probably get him to stay.

The man trudged in, tired from an exhausting day of dealing with people and brewing drinks non-stop (today just happened to be the day he ripped open three different bags of the strongest brew and they got all over him). He stopped by the home office door, knowing that's where he would find the other.

"Things should slow down from here." He chose this way of announcing his arrival.

[open] [...au??] STOP POSTING SHIT EMMY

note_atem — Fri, 14 Oct 2011 01:38:56 GMT

He resisted you for a very long time. Oh yes. Perhaps he was even starting to think things were going to quiet down. Maybe that he'd gotten away. What was he running from? A spurned lover? An obsessed fan? Someone that wholly wanted his compliance and submission? Either way... He was so close. So very close.

And then you got your hands on an object ~~no it doesn't have to be the rod~~. An object that would make all your dreams come true. In one little leather wrapped package with the gift tag Atem written all over it.

The fight did go on for quite a while. He seemed to be fighting as hard as he could, not that you cared any longer. You would make him yours by force if his commitment would not come willingly. It was a struggle on both ends. He had a very strong mind and it was hard to break him. But finally.

Finally...

Behold your prize.

After trying so hard you deserve to do whatever you want with him.

[open]

note_atem — Mon, 10 Oct 2011 04:48:49 GMT

Have you met the most impossible, yet most adorable little girl on the planet? Atem and Kaiba's pride and joy? Their little Yuiko? Well of course you have. How could you forget a face like that? It's almost her fifth birthday, too! Just a week away. She's almost as fond of you as you are of her. She also won't let you forget that she has the two best daddies in the world! Not that you could.

Atem has decided to let you two play today while he has to attend to some errands. Take good care of her! You'll be in trouble if you don't. But he's, of course, promised her that he won't be long. Why would he want to be separated from her for a long time when she gives him those big sad eyes of hers?

[AU] [Open] Pokestuff

note_atem — Fri, 30 Sep 2011 03:46:19 GMT

Saffron City. Secret home and headquarters to Team Rocket. They say the inside past the first floor since the takeover has become a giant maze. It's too hard to find your way through, and the path is fraught with danger and perils in the form of high level Rocket Grunts. There's no reason for common people to go in, much less of a chance for them to get past the first floor, let alone the second or third- and no reason to even try if you don't have the card key that goes to the boardroom. Yes. The boardroom where their master may or may not be.

Giovanni.

Nothing but business. The leader of the Rockets. The man who was on a mission to catch every single legendary and rare pokemon that ever existed in the world. He was brutal, he was ruthless, and he'd ruined countless lives and snuffed out even more than that.

He'd made one fatal mistake, however. One day several years ago he decided to put down the lives of two top researchers in cold blood, and leave alone to the world their son. And ever since then, that son had made it his mission to make the lives of the Rockets a living hell. In doing so he'd become a great champion. But that was never enough. It would never be enough. Not until Giovanni got what he deserved.

Today would be that day.

Silph Co. would be infiltrated by none other than the young man himself. It would be dominated and crushed underneath his boot. And then he would face the man himself. And he would most decidedly kill him. Murder perhaps wasn't the answer, but it was all he had felt necessary ever since that long time ago.

The man you had perhaps learned to call your lover, or your best friend, or your partner disappeared a week ago. He told you not to go looking for him. Even he wasn't that stupid. He was done dragging other people into his business. And there was a very real chance he could die. As long as it after watching the light fade from that man's eyes, it would be fine. Somehow you've gotten wind of his plans. You know where he's headed, and you know you can't let him go.

Whether it's because you know you can't let him resort to murder.
Perhaps it's because you can't let him die.
Maybe you can't let him face this alone.
Or you were involved all along...

He's there already. His team is ready. And he's taking them all down.

[Open]

note_atem — Sun, 25 Sep 2011 23:18:32 GMT

Life is so normal and common and usual and boring and natural and regular and typical and routine and commonplace and conventional and not special at all. Except apparently your life has been opposite day forever. Duh.

Two Atems. Yep. That's how things go. It's taken a long time, years probably, for them both to settle down, shut up, and accept each other's presence. Finally they have and usually they don't fight much anymore. They'll still fight over the name, though. And boy do they know how to fight.

Your life must be so hard, having two Atems all to yourself. So hard.

The one still draped in leather and chains and the other (while being barred from wearing Egyptian robes because there doesn't need to be more attention geared towards the oddness that is this) wears looser and lighter colored clothing. They're both different and independent from each other, yet some traits just can't be overwritten.

They function well on their own and somehow have become inseparable over the time it took to stop growling at each other every two seconds. Inseparable and different except when it comes to you, of course. Having two Atems all to yourself. How sad for you.

Today they've decided they're bored. And so they want to play with you instead. Your life must suck.

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note_atem — Wed, 21 Sep 2011 03:15:42 GMT

He's a giant brat about these sorts of things and you know this. It's hard not to after everything. And all his posturing and pride always gets in the way of things like this.

It's that time of the year where he's trying to pretend it's not getting colder so he doesn't change wardrobes. Nope. Just kind of meanders Domino streets with that so-protective leather. And let's not get started on how much he duels those little kids with the coughs and the sneezes and they want autographs and hugs and handshakes.

Listen, it's not hard to pick out how he got sick, but he did. And as usual he's not acknowledging it at all. Nope. It's not a thing as far as he's concerned and you'd better not talk about it either.

Sniffle.
Cough.

Fever, flushed, looks pained when he swallows food or drink. Yes. Sick, okay? Just do something already.

[Comes in medium or high severity! You decide! Oh boy!]

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note_atem — Fri, 09 Sep 2011 23:59:56 GMT

Busy, busy, busy. You'd warned Atem he wouldn't be able to see you for the weekend due to some work that had piled up on you. He'd accepted, of course, with a grin nonetheless. Work\school\whatever is important so he knows to stay out of the way. It was late into Sunday. You had made so much progress. Almost finished. Almost done...

For just a moment you think you heard Atem call out your name in a tone that was rather panicked- petrified, even. It gets you to look over your shoulder, before shaking your head of course and rubbing your eyes. You'd stayed up too long. If you were hearing voices now perhaps it was time for bed. A streak of lightning accompanied with the sound of a new downpour cleans out your thoughts. Back to work.

It's an hour later into the AM hours, you were just about finished with your work. A buzz arrives at your door, or perhaps an intercom from a secretary. Without waiting for an answer from you Atem just sort of trudges in, wet from the rain. A few things stand out greatly to you. His hair is slicked down with the water. There's a scrape across his left cheek. He's wearing an entirely too big and completely ratty purple hoodie (something that you've sure you've never seen him in before. It's so not his style!). His stance seems slightly caved in. And his eyes are hollow.

"I need a place to stay." He murmurs, his gaze not meeting yours. A small streak of lightning followed by a ridiculously large bang of thunder gets him to look up. A weak grin appears on his lips. "For a few minutes. To get out of the rain."

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note_atem — Wed, 31 Aug 2011 04:03:21 GMT

You had a date. A time. A place to be. But somehow all of that slipped out of your grasp as you became busy. School, work, something else entirely? Whatever it was, the date you'd scheduled with Atem came and went a few fair hours ago. You feel terrible. You wonder if he's mad. And you decide to go try and see if you can fix it.

Whether at home or some public place that feels bad enough not to kick him out after hours, he's there waiting for you.

Sort of.

Aw. He fell asleep waiting.