(open) i will never find a way to heal my soul

[puzzlingly]

Who: Atem and peeps. Open mostly, specially to anyone in the in the clinic.
What: Atem finally comes to after being attacked by Yukari, spends some time at the clinic being a massive grump, then goes home to grump a little more.
Where: Clinic / house 6-1
When: November 3rd- 14th
Warnings: Mentions of stitches and wounds ew, torture and blood. Other possible warnings in comments.


november 3rd | clinic | open to one trafalgar law

「He wakes. He wakes and all his being pushes him to scream, it is not possible for someone to withstand so much pain, so much cold. But he does not utter a sound. His body shivers from the cold, and he frantically looks around trying to get his bearings, trying to locate him, Yukari. He doesn't remember anything, just pain, and so much red, and the need to hurt that man as much as he possibly could, to stop him from going after someone else, then nothing, just nothing. He tries to sit up, failing completely, the ache down his chest forcing him to fall back onto the mattress and finally making him blurt out a pained cry.

It's been so long since he's felt this torment, this body is was not designed to endure so much punishment, it was a temporal vessel for his wandering soul. Why must he go through it all over again? Wasn't he done? Wasn't his time up? Why have they abandoned here...? Was he never good enough to move on, to go back home? -- Why is he here?!

Please end it, anyone, please just, end him.」

november 3rd - 12th | clinic | ota

「He should probably be sleeping instead of forcing himself to stay awake and even more so, forcing his dominant hand to play chess on his phone, or even to reply a few messages. Hell, he can barely hold the stupid phone, but he needs the distraction. Every time he goes to sleep, he sees his face, and then he remembers how stupid he was to give his trust away, again.

Meh, just meh...」

november 13rd - 14th | imported house 6-1 | open to bakura and anyone who asks idk (someone bring food to this child omg)

「Not being able to stay at the clinic any longer, because it is so damn depressing, Atem finally convinces them to let him go home, under the solemn promise that he would not do anything stupid. Like going outside and look for Yukari.

Being drained from the past days, he often finds himself simply sleeping, indulging into tiredness and allowing his vessel to regain its strength (not that he has many options controlling that...). But more than once, he finds himself bored to death and trying to get a hold of his cards, he can't. Having sliced through his fingers, trying to avoid Yukari's blade to go any further into his shoulder has made it impossible for now. It is so frustrating, so painful! 」

Dammit!

「It wouldn't be the first nor the last time during these days that he's absolutely tempted to toss his deck of cards to a close wall due sheer resentment, but he doesn't... Picking them up would be yet another pain in the ass.」

Comments

[puzzlingly]

「So is it how things gonna be? Alright, fine, Atem allows himself a moment to set his mind on that track, bracing himself from what answering this guy's questions would mean to him, it's fine, he can do this. It had just taken him by surprise before, since most people here had been pussyfooting around the issue and treating him more like one delicate thing. It was nice while it lasted, he's not going to deny it.」

Have you been living under a rock? Didn't you see the Null's post and their hit list?

[aroundthecoroner]

[.... Right. That's technically both personal and random, but also neither. You win this time, semantics.]

Oh, yeah. Sorry, didn't realize you were on there. Or that anyone would actually be dumb enough to follow through with that.

[But hey, that's a tick in the "murder" box, right?]

Don't worry, though, I doubt anybody would try anything here.

[puzzlingly]

「Wow, that was rude from his part and... Nah, a reality check is necessary from time to time, better let this guy know that he better be aware of what people here can do. Apparently.」

I thought so too.

「Right.」

Honestly? I don't know what to believe in anymore.

「Michael might not know Atem at all, but that's saying a lot, he's not usually like this, so pessimistic, but that's what happens when someone you kind of thought as good enough frigging slices you with a damn sword.」

[aroundthecoroner]

[It's not that he didn't think anyone would be willing to kill- several people have apparently killed here already. It's that he didn't think they'd be dumb enough to do it for the Null. Did anyone seriously buy that bullshit?]

Never underestimate the depths of human idiocy, I guess.

[But hey, maybe all this pessimism isn't good for injured teenagers??? You're supposed to be encouraging to live patients.]

But I mean, not everyone sucks. Whoever brought you here obviously didn't want you to die. And whoever patched you up.

[He should know who that was, but alas.]

[puzzlingly]

It hardly is stupidity, it is... Never mind...

「He's not about to embark in this conversation about the darkness in people's hearts, it's depressing. But that's super rude, Michael, he wouldn't consider ever calling humans idiots. He has to wonder why he'd think so, however.」

I know... Law did.

「He knows him... right? Michael you know who you work with, right?」

Tell me more about you.

「More than a request, it sounds like an order. Enough about him.」

Do you know how to embalm corpses?

[aroundthecoroner]

[It's desperation, not stupidity. But one thing leads to the other, and his worldview has gotten simultaneously more gray and more stark in the last couple of years. Ignore him, Atem.]

Right, Law, makes sense. [That's absolutely the type of guy who finds injured people on the street and drags them to the clinic. Michael is prepared to relate how this exact thing happened on a larger scale a couple months ago, but the sudden subject change throws him.]

I- yeah? I do, actually, but that's only because I used to work in a mortuary. I don't do any embalming these days. [As a matter of fact, he makes life more difficult for those who do.] Do you... need something embalmed?

[On the one hand, it would give him something to do. On the other: what???]

[puzzlingly]

「That would have made more sense and less of a judgmental statement. One step at a time. 」

No, not right now. It's just rare to find someone in modern times who knows how to do that I guess.

[aroundthecoroner]

Oh.

[Not right now.]

Do you have an interest in that kind of thing? It's not all that uncommon where I'm from.

[puzzlingly]

「Nope, not right now, maybe when he dies for sure. Again.」

Yeah, kind of. Where are you from?

[aroundthecoroner]

Earth. Or, one of them. One of the ones without magic and stuff?

[Which is patently untrue but. You know.]

I live in the United States, if that means anything to you.

[puzzlingly]

It does, I come from some version of Earth too. One of the ones that does have magic but no one believes in it anymore.

「It's a bit nice to relate to something though.」

So, where in America?

[aroundthecoroner]

So I'm guessing you're one of the few who do?

[His wording wouldn't make sense otherwise.]

I live in Ohio, it's in the Midwest? I used to live in Maine, though. I feel like that one's more well known. Where are you from?

[puzzlingly]

Yep.

「easy」

Hmm, only heard of them. Originally, I'm from Egypt, but lived in Japan for a while.

「He definitely looks more Japanese than Egyptian though.」

[aroundthecoroner]

[Michael knows a thing or two about being from a country where you don't look like the majority ethnic group.]

Is your family from Japan?

[puzzlingly]

No, my family was from Egypt.

「Confusing yet? Atem might or not be enjoying this... shh.」

[aroundthecoroner]

[Yeah a little bit. But even Michael's not socially inept enough to just say "you don't exactly look Egyptian". So for now he's just gonna... go along with this...]

Huh. So what brought you to Japan, then?

[puzzlingly]

「Oh man, is that how they are gonna do this? It's gonna be frustrating for one of them.」

Destiny. My vessel was waiting for me there.

「A hint, it's not gonna be Atem. And no, he's not high 」

[aroundthecoroner]

[He might be level 1 with human interaction, but Michael is level 99 in conflict avoidance. Does this vessel stuff sound completely insane? Sure. But he's just gonna keep right on truckin'.]

Vessel? What kind of vessel?

[puzzlingly]

「Atem reaches for Michael with that bandaged hand, and boops him on the nose! If he doesn't move away anyway!」

This kind.

「Alright fine, he might be a little high. Egyptian Gods what did Law put in those painkillers?

But then gives a little sigh and tries to become a little more comfortable on that bed, it kind of sucks.」

If I was you I would have called myself crazy already... Do you really want to know the whole story?

[aroundthecoroner]

[Michael doesn't move, he instead does what he usually does when people try to touch him: he goes very still. But a nose boop isn't so bad. Even if it's... weird...

Weirder, though, is the implication. This kind. The human kind? He'd be reminded of the Visitor, but he doesn't actually need a reminder; it is, as usual, busily chittering away in the back of his mind. Its interest in this conversation ended when the stopped talking about the murder attempt.]

I don't have a lot of room to call other people crazy. Sure, call me curious.

[puzzlingly]

「Don't mind if he notices that remark.」

This is not my body. Not my original one anyway. Mine must be dust by now, back in Egypt, in a tomb made solely for me. It doesn't mean this one can't hurt just as if I was born with it.

「Hmm, just saying, but, does that make any sense? It sure as hell it does to him, but it's his story, of course it'll make sense to him.」

[aroundthecoroner]

[There is... a lot to unpack there.]

So wait, are you some kind of like... mummy? [That would explain the interest in embalming. But more importantly:]

Whose body is it?

[puzzlingly]

Are you really asking me if I'm a mummy?

「HE LOOKS NOTHING LIKE A MUMMY DUDE.」

It's my partner's, or, it is a replica of his.

「How did this conversation become so complicated!? What boredom does wow.」

[aroundthecoroner]

[WELL WHEN YOU PUT IT THAT WAY...]

No, not like... you here, I meant like... your... body. But if you're in a different body now, then you're more like... a ghost?

[God what a mess. He's not even gonna touch the "partner" thing, because he isn't sure what definition of "partner" is being used here, and he doesn't want to ask.]

[puzzlingly]

「Haha... this is terrible. He's told people this before how come this one became such a mess? But hey, he got it at last. 」

Bingo! Took you a while to figure that out.

「not that he helped at all! 」

I'm a spirit, yeah. This is but a borrowed body. I've been dead for a while now, but I got stuck in here.