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@gloomgheist Asked:
"I was told to give this to you," there wasn't really any explanation that followed. Just a book offered to the blond that contained information about the dark ego and shadow parts of the mind.
"...Who told you to give me a book?" Lilac hues just gleam with curiosity at the stranger that approached him randomly on the streets of Domino City.
He has always been a lover of books. The blond Egyptian thinks that anyone who offers him a book could be of like-mind.
He opens said book after reading the title.
The Shadow of the Mind
Turning a few pages he reads brief excerpts of it, but he's quite sure he'll have to take his time with a book like this one.
"Thank you, um?" He says with a smile while tapping into that persona of 'Namu' that people who have associated with him in this city have had the pleasure of experiencing.
All the while however, suspicions are occurring beneath the surface. No one gives someone something so randomly without an ulterior motive.
#;; answered#;; muse: malik ishtar#;; v: to be determined#///Tbh once he reads that book he will probably be pissed lol
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"Flattery will get you everywhere." Malik simply remarked as he set the menu down on the surface of the table facing down. "Or it would if I couldn't tell that it was sarcastic." He said with a playful chuckle.
He was distracted for a moment as if lost in his thoughts as they had traveled temporarily to the thought of his upcoming birthday.
When the waiter came and went taking their orders was when he finally spoke answering Bakura's question about something he wanted.
"Honestly? I don't know what I want." He hated to feel vulnerable towards people and he didn't trust them aside from maybe his siblings when it came to getting gifts.
He would much rather get things for himself. Being dependent or even linking a single part of his happiness to others and outside of himself meant that he could be trapped again at any time. It wasn't the same as underground, but he hated the idea of being so much as boxed in.
So he threw out a canned answer. "Just get me a book... Maybe whatever you think I would enjoy."
@darkmasterzorku Asked:
Runs his fingers through Malik's hair. He knows what the upcoming day means for his partner. "How about we go cause some mischief? Maybe get a few drinks?" Bakura's voice is uncharacteristically silky smooth as he asks. "I'll take you wherever you want~"
Malik's mind is in a state of in-between as he barely registers Bakura's fingers combing through his tresses.
In a few days it would be his birthday, and while he sees himself as a gift to the world (yes, such an egoic opinion of himself) he also still holds lots of mixed feelings towards the day when he was born- though it was technically at night if the records his family painstakingly keep are any indication.
He won't even touch how his life meant the death of his mother.
Still... Bakura is trying to prove as a distraction for him at that moment.
"...You promise to pay?" He questions the fiend while trying to wear his usual cocky persona. He is at least making an attempt to let others be there for him-- even if he loathes the very notion of vulnerability. Vulnerability meant people could use it against you. He had seen it time and time again with so many seedy individuals during his time running the Ghouls.
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"Is that what they're called?" The Egyptian blond asked with a tone of obvious curiosity of the white-haired male currently occupying the other side of the bed. "I see..." Well, Ryo is discouraging one of his long held goals since coming to Japan.
No, he would still yet get the chance to experience eating mandarin oranges underneath a kotatsu-- even if he had to buy his own for his apartment that he was currently moving his things into. Just waiting on some of his things to arrive from Luxor, Egypt.
"Really?" Malik turned over to get a look at the occultist, but instead found that his friend was already drifted off fast to sleep.
Malik found himself following not soon after. The night light that Ryo had prepared beforehand had certainly been helpful in that respect.
When morning came the blond had found he had turned in his sleep where he was facing a sleeping Ryo. His cheeks heated up in realization as he scrambled off the bed and into his floor.
Panicking he made sure that his fall hadn't woken Ryo up. That was the last thing he wanted to do for someone who was being so kind and selfless towards him despite everything that he had done in the past.
@occultiic Asked:
♙: Sharing a bed (also have to send to Malik because I need Angst in my life D8 )
Nonsexual Acts Of Intimacy
/// Yes, we need more angst in our lives <3 Consider this another thread maybe?
Malik stepped into the bedroom after changing into his shorts and tank top after taking a shower. He was staying with his friend for the next few nights keeping him company until eventually he would need to return to Japan.
"...Are you sure about this? I can take the couch you know?" The Egyptian asked with a small laugh as he reached up and rubbed at the back of his neck just below the blond tresses.
He was more nervous about being alone with Ryo together in a bed. Not that anything would happen, but there was no denying that there was an obvious attraction to the occultist either way.
#occultiic#;; muse: malik ishtar#;; threads#;; v: modern#/// Malik: I saw it in Japanese media : D Its on my bucket list of things to do
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The scribe said a few choice words towards the thief as he finally left him alone to his own devices. For the most part he was being avoided by everyone else in this little community of rogues.
He ate some of the bread noting that the quality wasn't anything like he was accustomed back in the palace. He then drank the water straight down.
"Obsessed bastard." Malik said and then stood up from his spot on the sand while he dusted himself off. He waited a little longer for everyone to either clear the area with their own activities or retreat into their tents.
When enough time had passed he started walking out of the camp in the direction where the sun was now coming up as that at least a natural navigation system to go by.
He figured he would walk around in the sands and try to manifest his Ka until he could send it back to his sister, Ishizu or even another one of the priests.
Yes, he was going to continue on out of pure spite at this point.
@hearts-of-cards || AE ||
Bakura had made the decision to go out to royal city by himself at night to scope out the palace, and see if there were any weak points in security. After stuffing his pockets with some stolen figs and a few other things from the marketplace, he slunk into the shadows and found one wall that was easier to scale thanks to his ka. Soon he was up atop the wall and over the other side, the torches atop the wall going out momentarily before sparking to life again.
A little too easy, wasn't it?
He found out why, though, once he dusted himself off and glances around. "The royal gardens. Makes sense." The pool at the center was quite striking with the palms and other planted things around it. Already, the gears in his head were turning just looking at it.
The garden was also empty, or so he thought. His eyes scanned the darkness of the vicinity, and he gave a snort. Such a beautiful thing, and nobody was enjoying it. The night was the best time to, wasn't it? The stars overhead reflected into the pool from above.
Bakura was also one daring bastard. He crept from the hedge row he had landed behind, approached the sacred pool and jumped in.
#iarethedj#;; muse: malik ishtar#;; v: ancient egypt {scribe malik}#/// Malik: Want me to stay here? I don't think so.
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"Sure you didn't." His tone was seeping with sarcasm as he directed his amethyst hues down at the dark god occupying his lap now.
Sometimes Malik loathed that he knew Bakura long enough that they weren't just comfortable with one another, but that he knew what buttons to push when it came to getting the blond to budge away from something he was currently doing.
"At least you learn quickly." The blond said with a cocky smirk as pale digits caressed his jawline.
The sudden action of standing up from his lap left Malik feeling slightly annoyed, but he then begrudgingly saved his game file before turning off the handheld console and placing it aside on the coffee table.
"Pour me some coffee while I get a shower and get dressed." He said as he left to do just that. He wouldn't take long at all and within a matter of minutes he had returned from the bathroom while toweling his platinum blond tresses dry.
"You know? Next time you interrupt my gaming I'm going to duct tape you to a chair and make you listen to Korean pop music." It wasn't a threat, but a promise.
@hearts-of-cards |🪦| I believe this is called thiefshipping|
"Now, Malik. What did you say about me and my sarcasm? That you couldn't tell if I was telling the truth or being sarcastic?" Honestly, he found the blond to be easily charming in his own way -- and he just didn't say that about mortals.
"And yes. I do enjoy stupid things. Some just seem more stupid than others." He leaned in to casuallt play with Malik's jacket collar and grinned ear to ear while a chuckle escaped his throat. "Now... what shall we do today, Malik? Go to your favorite store or are you going to keep playing that horrible game?"
Either way, he once more draped himself across Malik's lap.
#darkmasterzorku#;; muse: malik ishtar#;; threads#;; v: modern#/// Malik is upset but not since he gets to spend time with boyfrand
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Ryou held his tongue regarding Bakura's telling him that he wasn't of that world. He had been sorely tempted to say that he could make it more permanent, but decided instead he would rather try to come to some 'peaceful' compromise with the dark god instead.
"You don't exactly have the best track record with these kinds of things." The occultist says as he inhaled a breath in preparation and then just decided to enter over the threshold after having a good grip on his bag containing his things.
He heaved an irritated sigh towards the god, but once inside the house itself he seemed to calm himself to his usual demeanor as he looked around.
"Everything is coated in a thick coat of dust." Ryou remarked as he ran the pad of his finger along a sliding door along the hallway. "It's fascinating." He veered off from the path of the hallway as he saw a pile of newspapers with a date that met his interest right away.
@hearts-of-cards ||🪦 Ryo and Bakura falling asleep together | nonsexual intimacy | 🪦||
They'd had a whole day devoted to horror movies and similar entertainment, and right around midnight things had taken a turn. The movie had been predictable to the fiend, just like all the others, but he found himself unable to keep his eyes open. Yes, the movie had been that dull and boring.
Apparently it had also put his former host to sleep, too, because he heard soft breathing close to him and some weight against his right side once he woke up enough.
Falling asleep sitting up had been uncomfortable enough, let alone someone slumped against him. "Oi. Wake up." He reached over to give a pat to Ryo's leg in order to get him stirring.
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The Ishtar Tombkeeper is just going to consider it a small victory that he has been able to reduce the thief down to his native tongue- even if he can't understand much of it thanks to the dialect accompanying it.
"Stop calling me an idiot!" Malik fires back in pure annoyance towards the shaggy white-haired male.
"I was agreeing with you to begin with." Now Malik has devolved to his tongue that he uses more commonly- Arabic. So it's all just a mismatched argument of opposing languages.
"I was underneath the impression that you couldn't give a cold to idiots."
Malik is in a sassy mood today.
He also has it completely backwards regarding that saying about colds.
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"So you're different from the spirits that occupy an item and have to rely on a host." Yuugi found that an interesting bit of information.
He was surprisingly remaining calm despite 96 more or less telling him that he was an alien. It should be something to be panicking about or even find to be impossible, but he had housed the soul of the Nameless Pharaoh so it wasn't that unheard of.
"You aren't Yuuma's friend, are you?"
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The Egyptian was recovering from his ordeal from being practically chased out of the tent by the white cobra that had reared to nearly his entire height.
He was about to get to his feet and out of the sand where he felt pathetic and especially vulnerable when his hackles were practically raised upon hearing the voice of the thief behind him.
"Why would I attack the women? My qualm is with you." Malik said trying to control his bitter tone when it came to the white-haired male.
When the woman left him a basket with bread and water he suddenly sighed and pulled his knees up to his chest. "Thanks." He told the woman's retreating back, but yet he didn't make any moves to eat or drink.
"I just wanted away from you." He said before turning his gaze towards the same distant sky and sunset that was a mix of pinks, oranges, and even some more pale purple hues.
@hearts-of-cards || AE ||
Bakura had made the decision to go out to royal city by himself at night to scope out the palace, and see if there were any weak points in security. After stuffing his pockets with some stolen figs and a few other things from the marketplace, he slunk into the shadows and found one wall that was easier to scale thanks to his ka. Soon he was up atop the wall and over the other side, the torches atop the wall going out momentarily before sparking to life again.
A little too easy, wasn't it?
He found out why, though, once he dusted himself off and glances around. "The royal gardens. Makes sense." The pool at the center was quite striking with the palms and other planted things around it. Already, the gears in his head were turning just looking at it.
The garden was also empty, or so he thought. His eyes scanned the darkness of the vicinity, and he gave a snort. Such a beautiful thing, and nobody was enjoying it. The night was the best time to, wasn't it? The stars overhead reflected into the pool from above.
Bakura was also one daring bastard. He crept from the hedge row he had landed behind, approached the sacred pool and jumped in.
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@darkmasterzorku Asked:
Send 🐹 for “You? Intimidating? Hell no.”
[Sorry, never was lol. You're too good.]
How Intimidating Am I?
///You're always going to insist that I've never been intimidating? Oh well... I'll accept that.
I don't know what to think regarding 'too good' though. ._.;
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"I do, thank you." Malik had quipped to the crimson robe wearing thief in that polite manner of speaking that all manner of those either in the royal court or closely related to it spoke within the confines of the palace walls.
Despite his manner of bravado Malik's eyes still shone with a mix of fear and irritation. He was bothered that the man with the scar would even fathom to grip his dagger. It was a grave insult towards the young scribe.
Malik was walking away thinking that he had the last word, but he stilled immediately as the large snake crawled out and reared itself towards him, hood and all.
He stumbled backwards after narrowly missing the feigned strike. He didn't waste too much time on his rear however as he got up from the floor of the tent and scrambled for the entrance.
He only released a breath when he was outside of the tent, but other than that he collapsed onto the ground and dug his fingers into the sand.
"That bastard is toying with me."
@hearts-of-cards || AE ||
Bakura had made the decision to go out to royal city by himself at night to scope out the palace, and see if there were any weak points in security. After stuffing his pockets with some stolen figs and a few other things from the marketplace, he slunk into the shadows and found one wall that was easier to scale thanks to his ka. Soon he was up atop the wall and over the other side, the torches atop the wall going out momentarily before sparking to life again.
A little too easy, wasn't it?
He found out why, though, once he dusted himself off and glances around. "The royal gardens. Makes sense." The pool at the center was quite striking with the palms and other planted things around it. Already, the gears in his head were turning just looking at it.
The garden was also empty, or so he thought. His eyes scanned the darkness of the vicinity, and he gave a snort. Such a beautiful thing, and nobody was enjoying it. The night was the best time to, wasn't it? The stars overhead reflected into the pool from above.
Bakura was also one daring bastard. He crept from the hedge row he had landed behind, approached the sacred pool and jumped in.
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How Intimidating Am I?
Send 🐹 for “You? Intimidating? Hell no.”
Send 🐰 for barely intimidating
Send 🐭 for slightly intimidating
Send 🐱 for moderately intimidating
Send 🦊 for fairly intimidating
Send 🐯 for very intimidating
Send 🐻 for “MOTHER OF GOD PLEASE DON’T EAT ME–”
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@darkmasterzorku Asked:
"Malik, quit harassing the thief. He doesn't understand."
"He said he wanted to give a cold to the Pharaoh, yeah? You can't give a cold to an idiot. Put two and two together."
"Wait... I see why he's upset now..." Malik was realizing it in real time.
"I didn't mean it like that!"
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"Aliens cards?" Okay, now that was starting to make a little bit of sense why 96 seemed to appear so 'different'.
"Does that mean you're an alien, 96?" The male of smaller stature asked curious.
Despite all of his questions he was suddenly feeling excited with the prospect of even more duel monster cards existing that he didn't know of.
"You aren't Yuuma's friend, are you?"
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There has obviously been a misunderstanding somewhere it would seem, but the blond is just going to go along with it.
He's in a playful mood to banter with the thief as of the moment.
"You think I'm calling you an idiot? Oh no. Not you." He listens as Tou's language slowly shifts back to the one that sounds to him like a country bumpkins dialect.
"I can't understand you." He knows Ancient Egyptian thanks to his lessons as a child along with Arabic, but lets just say his is a lot more... proper.
Like that of the court royals and priests.
"I was underneath the impression that you couldn't give a cold to idiots."
Malik is in a sassy mood today.
He also has it completely backwards regarding that saying about colds.
#iarethedj#;; musings: malik ishtar#;; v: crack#/// Malik: Why are you mad? You wanted to give the pharaoh a cold right? :c
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"Number? What's that?" Yuugi asked, but then remembered his manners with this new being he was conversing with.
"I'm sorry, that was rude of me. It's nice to meet you, 96. I'm Yuugi."
"You aren't Yuuma's friend, are you?"
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