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?」

wildcard

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Comments

[puzzlingly]

「That earns him a good long stare before he sits across him.」

[murderpotato]

What.

[YOU KNOW WHAT HE’S ABOUT.]

[puzzlingly]

Nothing. You just seem like someone who could use some company.

「Fight him.」

[murderpotato]

The fuck’s that supposed to mean? What, you think I’m some fuckin’ sad sack that needs you to sit here and pretend to give a shit?

[He’ll kick your ass, he’ll kick your dog’s ass, he’ll kick his own ass.]

[puzzlingly]

First of all, no, I don't think you're some... sad sack. And second, I don't like playing pretend.

「Do not kick his Dog's ass! She'll bite him.」

What do you do for a living back where you come from?

[murderpotato]

[Gren narrows his eyes, because nobody like, asks him shit about his life except for Lup, and she only ever cared about his train wreck of a love life. She likes to be entertained and apparently shitshows are her kind of entertainment, and that’s fine or whatever because he likes her.]

What’s it to you?

[He scowls and knocks back the entire double that Atem poured into his glass like two minutes ago. God, he’s bad at talking to people.]

I did whatever people would fuckin’ pay me for, okay? Warehouse work mostly, just movin’ heavy shit around.

[puzzlingly]

「Good gods, he's worse than Kaiba. Or maybe not, that doesn't seem to deter him in the slightest.」

Just wanna know.

「See? It's not so hard.」

How strong are you?

「Unless he meant he was using a lift or so... but it doesn't occur to him yet. Modern times vs. ancient ones and all that jazz.」

[murderpotato]

[That's Gren, making friends and influencing people since fuck-all.]

Stronger'n I fuckin' look.

[He tilts his empty glass in Atem's direction.]

If you're gonna be sittin' here with the bottle, mind toppin' me off?

[puzzlingly]

That doesn't say much.

「But Atem does as told, filling his glass.」

You know Rey?

[murderpotato]

Not real well, but yeah.

[She kinda runs the speakeasy, and that's where he drinks. Hard to not at least know of her.]

What about it?

[puzzlingly]

She's probably the strongest person I know in here, I was wondering if you were like her.

「But he might not be a synth that weights 320lbs....」

Do you wrestle?

「Yes, yes, he just asked that.」

[murderpotato]

Call that bitch down, I’ll wrestle her ass right now.

[When he’s glamoured, he’s not 300 pounds, but without the glamour he’s at least in that weight class, if not more. So fuck it, why not, he’s always about two drinks and a stiff breeze away from throwing down at all times. And it’s been a while since he’d had the opportunity to break somebody’s teeth.]

[puzzlingly]

Yeahhh... Call her that again and I'll wash your mouth out with soapy water.

「He'll do it, he so will, but at least he says it with a shit eating smirk. Calm your titties down, yo.」

You have to go through me first, though.

「He's not kidding.」

[murderpotato]

[Try it, shortstack, he'll shove that soap so far up your ass you'll be coughing up bubbles.]

[Gren just looks at him for a couple of seconds, though, up and down, just taking in the sheer balls of this five foot nothing motherfucker.]

I would break you in fuckin' half. You're, what, like ninety pounds soakin' wet? Jesus, kid, pick somebody in your own fuckin' weight class.

[puzzlingly]

「He'll just put it in his drink, as if it was hard.」

I think I am a bit more than that. 「Two miserable pounds but hey!」 And you're not fun.

「Kindest way to say, Gren, you suck at socialising, bucko.」

[murderpotato]

[He knows that he sucks at socializing, that's literally his thing. He sucked at being social so hard that he murdered a bunch of dudes for twelve years over it.]

Hey, you're the one that wants to fuckin' throw down with guys way outta your league. I threw down with Rage, the fuck do you think you're gonna do?

[Well, he could try to, like, punch Gren in the kidneys or something. He might even feel it if Atem tries really hard.]

But you got balls, I'll give you that.