I'm just a few thoughts, fragments of memory (open)

[puzzlingly]

Who: Atem and you (open, mostly)
What: Catch up log for all your needs!
Where: Places.
When: Backdated to the start of November to somewhere around the middle.
Warnings: Annoying card games references maybe! Will match format.


around | early November | open

People were gone, Gowther was gone and everything Atem used to remember of this place, gone as well. Not that Atem actually ever noticed that Gowther had never been in this place before the influx of people.

Now, that might an exaggeration, he remembers people, but not all of them, he's not sure who knows him or not anymore. It turns out it was probably not the so called gods messing with his head, but it probably didn't matter now, did it? It's like Kaiba would say, 'Just ignore it and crush it under the weight of your future', literally... He spent so much time trying to get his memories before coming here, it sure doesn't feel like something he wants to do here as well. He knows himself, he knows Kaiba, and others, and they know him. That should be enough.

He cannot help but wonder, who else did he forget? So far he hadn't found many who claimed to know him, maybe he shouldn't worry that much.

But as much as he wants to move on, he finds himself staring at people's faces, wondering if he's met them before or not. Either you may feel someone watching from where you're sitting down at the Speakeasy, and when you turn at the counter, there he is, this scrawny young man you might or not talked to before looking at your face as if it had something on it. Maybe you're just passing by as he's sitting down at the sidewalk or just as he passes by you, stealing glances from under his umbrella—were it a rainy day—or just as you're trying to find a new pair of pants at the stores, there is this pair of amaranthine bright eyes staring curiously, maybe a little worriedly even..

What do?

( ooc: A gentle reminder Atem was given a hard reset during the fourth wall event, which means he's forgotten most of the people he's met in Hadriel. Send me a PM if you wanna plot around that, otherwise please assume a clean start with your character. )

the orchard | open

「After how things went down with the first tree he grew, Atem has been taking things a little more calmly, after all, he doesn't want to pass out again from using too much energy to turn a little seed into a full grown tree, if anything he's trying to make them grow to his knee or so. And that's what he's doing at the moment, flattening the dirt around a recently planted seed, as much as he possibly can. Then he can be seen drawing some circles and markings around it, it's not that easy to make the glyphs as perfect as he wished he could, but he keeps on trying. 」

There must be an easier way...

「He mutters under his breath.」

carlisle's garden | idk the muffin man

「Just as Carlisle had cut the communication, Atem hurried down to the piers, jumped on a goddamned boat and hurried towards the North Island as fast as the winds allowed him to. It was amazing how good he had become at this sailing thing after a while, still, dreaded it—the sea was not his element, it was so wet—but not even this time he cared to get his shoes and pants wet if it meant to get to his mentor as soon as possible.

Finally, he knocks on that familiar door, perhaps a bit more obnoxiously than he should.」

Carlisle! It's me! Open up!

「He sounds really excited at least!」

butterflies also like living in pretty houses | sal

「Atem did promise he'd help beautify whatever little house Sal decided to build for his little new friend. He's been practicing in fact! Trying to build something more spacious and fireproof for his fiery salamander. Meanwhile, he waits for his friend to arrive as he writes some notes in his notebook, anything that comes to his mind that could potentially help with creating new things, or just transmuting them into something else.」

the sewing shop | margie

「Still a little unsure of what the future will bring them, Atem decides to act on it anyway, he could use a new jacket, the one he's got, even if it's from home, has seen better days. He remembers being at the sewing shop before, but everything aside of that comes as a blur to him, he pokes his head into it, expecting some kind of magic to happen and suddenly remembering everything.

He doesn't.」

Hello?

「Is anyone there?」

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( You know the drill! PM me if you want a starter for your character or just hit me up with anything you want. )

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[stealyoursoul]

Leo's posture stays stiff and defensive for a moment as he watches Atem to see what he'll say. When nothing of what he expects comes, he seems to calm down a little bit. He's not sure why he's no longer due for a lecture, but he's hardly going to be asking why. Leo so often doesn't question things in his life when he really should.

"Something to calm myself down. Want to listen?" He asks, pausing the song, and rewinding it to the beginning. The offer might seem uncharacteristically kind for someone as abrasive as Leo, but he'll never turn down the opportunity to share his favorite music with people, and thus make sure their musical knowledge is up to snuff.

[puzzlingly]

Being as good as he at reading people, Atem notices the general change of demeanor, even perking up a when he's asked if he wants to listen. Of course he wants to listen!

"Sure!" He approaches to the other with a smile. What a nice dude.

[stealyoursoul]

He's not sure why there's been such a shift in Atem's personality, but hey, he'll take what he can get. Leo offers him one of the earbuds so that he can take a listen to what is currently playing. Leo's in the mood right now for club music, something with a good beat he can just get lost in.

"This is an old song from the tens. Well, it's old to me anyway," he amends. Being a bit further along the timeline of North America than everyone else means that pretty much all music is old to him.

[puzzlingly]

Ignorance is bliss, isn't it? But even so, despite of his terrible choices, Atem never harbored any king of hate towards Leo, if anything he felt sad for him, and even if in the back of his mind he idly wonders what made him be judgmental of him, he'd rather enjoy the moment they are given. He's trying very hard to follow the path that Kaiba had so kindly (not) tried to put in front of him. Focus on the future, not on the past. He's a creature of the past, however, it's not as easy as it seems.

Atem takes the earbud and starts listening—he's forever to be amazed at how much technology has advanced after his time. To be able to carry music around, listen to it anywhere. It's like magic, but maybe just slightly better. As he listens he closes his eyes for a moment, if only just to focus on the tune and the beat instead of his surroundings. It is the kind of song that would take anyone away from their thoughts. A second or two later he follows the beat with very small movements of his head.

He likes it.

He likes this guy for sharing something this nice.

And when the song he looks up at him.

"What else have you got?"

[stealyoursoul]

Leo's usually abrasive personality has been softened a little bit at the subject matter. Music is one of his passions and a route that gets him to open up around people.

"Oh, there's a little bit of everything on here. I've got everything from 1970 to 2075 on here." The wonders of technology. iPods kept getting smaller and being able to store more music. It was relaxing to be able to put together playlists or listen to his favorite albums at a moment's notice. "Got a favorite genre?"

[puzzlingly]

"That's actually a very good question, I actually don't know for sure." He usually just listened to whatever Yugi wanted, and he liked it, just never bothered to ask.

"Let's just say I missed about three thousand years of music." There is a bit of a sheepish timbre in his voice. "I've just recently started paying attention to it again, you know if you've gone to the Speakeasy there is a jukebox. But I definitely liked what you just showed me."

[stealyoursoul]

The three-thousand year old comment doesn't go unnoticed as Leo gives him a side glance. "Not bad-looking for someone in quadruple digits. You're well preserved." Look at that, he actually managed to make a joke.

"Let me find you something else." He goes through his iPod, scanning fast through his different playlists before deciding on one. "Listen to this and tell me what you think." Music is truly Leo's passion beyond just any desire to feed off people's souls.

[puzzlingly]

Atem gives him but a strained chuckle, his explanation might be rather disappointing.

"Heh, I know." Not a humble one.

"I like it, you have good taste." Which reminds him, "What's your name anyway?"