Yugioh! Dressing Room

[Anyone passing by the castle today might want to be on alert. It's cloudy with a chance of ceramic pots. That is to say someone just might be tossing them out of the upper story windows.]

[With the weather finally warming up, the fresh life of spring bleeding into a slow approaching summer, Atem has taken to spending days at the beach once more; the closest he will ever get to his homeland in this world.

Recently, he'd found a small cache of weapons and armour in the depths of the castle, among them a nice composite bow and a few full quivers. He's a reasonably skilled archer but the lifestyle of lethargy that comes with living on the island has left him sorely out of practice and today he's decided to fix this, somewhat.

He wears a leather bracer on his right arm and a guard to protect his chest, drawing with the left. The trees lining the beach are marked with makeshift targets, covering a distance of at least a couple hundred yards and he stands with his feet squarely planted in a firm plot of sand, concentrating completely on his practice. The arrows fly fast and loose, a sharp curse following any that miss. One thing he's surprised to find is that he's not tiring as fast as usual at least.

Altogether it's probably not the safest activity to pursue out in the open, what with tendency towards random passerbys. Perhaps someone should mention that. If they can get his attention. A near miss of the fatal sort is all it would take.]

[So this little pharaoh went to market and now he's getting back home only to find home isn't exactly how he left it. Apparently even in the DR Pegasus' castle must be seasonably fabulous. And there is a very very large evergreen tree. Where there was not a tree before. And you know. Garlands and lights and wreaths and sugar plums etc etc. But really that tree is hard to miss. It's indoors!]

What in all of duat is this?

[Instead of getting into the usual festivities and Christmas cheer -- cause you know, baby Jesus totally existed in ancient Egypt -- this pharaoh is just confused. And a little on edge. Unfortunately as he's circling the tree, he finds himself captive to another Christmas tradition. Literally.

Anyone that stubles on this mistletoe laden scene will discover a very surly Atem stuck in place and glaring at the tree which he believes to be the cause of this mess. Someone care to explain what's going on? And perhaps help?]

[Some time has passed since the whole ordeal involving a certain pint-sized Yuusei but another certain pharaoh of ancient Egypt still hasn't gotten closure on the matter since someone else decided to suck and take off after the kid was asleep.

So currently, Atem is wandering around the beach but only after searching what felt like the rest of the entire island and as such he is understandably in a dour mood. He just wants this done, the sooner the better, and he knows that getting frustrated will only make it harder to track down who he's looking for.

With a sigh, that speaks volumes about how exhausted he is, he eventually plops down in the sand taking some time to rest and enjoy the warmth of the region and he hopes that in spite of his lingering ill will, the chimera will still be able to sense just how strong his desire is to speak with him, wherever he is.]

[OOC: Obviously for Atem and Chime!Yuu but nothing to stop anyone else from poking really.]

[It's well past sunset and even past moonset but the cold dead of night finds Atem wandering through the streets of Satellite, with his cloak pulled tightly around him to combat what he finds an unforgiving autumn climate.

Anyone that takes a closer look will notice that he seems pale -- for an Egyptian anyway -- and more than a little unsteady but determined all the same. He's looking for someone but not so focused that he wouldn't acknowledge a random passerby that just happens to keep these strange hours too.]

[In a manner that the locals are probably very much use to, a very confused and very very displaced pharaoh appears on a street corner in Satellite. He can at least discern that he's been dropped in something like a city but as his eyes scale the ruined towers it's clear that everything else about this place and time is completely alien. He's extremely unnerved however his pride and royal bearing keep it from showing too much.

Somebody else is going to have to poke Atem because right now he would much rather face a hungry Ammit than have to speak or move!]