IC inbox

[knifemonopoly]

WELCOME TO YOUR PRIVATE CHANNEL, PLAYER1. FOR SECURE COMMUNICATION, USE 10.11.0.0.01 *** PLAYER1 has joined 10.11.0.0.01 <PLAYER1> If you're looking for someone you knew as Yugi before June, you've found him! It's Atem, leave a message.

Main handle: < Player1 > Anon: < turtleluck >, < actuallydied >, < burner >

Comments

[soundsurfing]

[Beat tries to commit the drawing to memory. It's an eye, it should be easy enough. An eye with a tail that looks like it's on a stick. He stares at the image hard, trying to burn it into his brain. Eye. Tail. Stick.

He observes the way Atem's eyes glow and the third eye shows on his forehead. Any size. Drawn on anything. Ten minutes. Beat nods.]

I'll try an' keep that in mind, yo. Might have to draw it on somethin' a few times, jus' to keep it fresh. Uh, won't draw it all the way so I ain't like, ringin' you constantly. I'll try an' ask Mana fer somethin' similar. So you can call me to ya.

[knifemonopoly]

That's okay! I can turn it off whenever I like...

[He rips the page with the sketch out of the notebook, folds it up quickly and deftly, and sticks it in one of Beat's jacket pockets.]

...so, if you're clearly just practicing, I'll just look away!

...

[Atem's clearly thinking about something, something specific. His eyes have lit up, there's a spark in them when they look at Beat, and the corners of his mouth are pulling up. Just what does he have in mind...?]

There's one thing I do want to test, though. After what we talked about, I'm sure you're a suitable candidate...are you up for it?

[soundsurfing]

[That makes Beat snort a little but he's glad for the image. Hopefully he can practice it without making Atem regret giving it to him. The look away thing makes him grin.]

He'll try not to practice durin' day hours.

[Nothing like waking up cause someone's ringing your proverbial bell. The gleam in the vampires eyes makes Beat tilt his head, eyebrows raising a little. Oh, that's a gremlin look. The Pooka feels the urge to respond in kind so!]

Hell yeah, brotha, whatchu need?

[knifemonopoly]

Stay there.

[Ah, if Atem really wanted to be a shit about this, he'd go high in the air, and let Beat figure out what to do on the way down. Instead, Atem turns himself into a bat, then flutters up to the top branches of the nearest tree.

Once there, he touches his cheek, lightly. Beat struck him. Which means...

...that a strange vertical box, divided into sections like a magician's, closes around Beat. When it opens again, Beat will be at the top of the tree -- and he'll see Atem, on the ground, step out of a similar one.

Any remaining grime from the sticky hand is transferred to Beat. Otherwise, he's unharmed.

Atem waves from the ground. It worked!!]

What're you doing all the way up there?

[soundsurfing]

[Curiously he watches Atem flutter off to the tree, tail twitching a little as he prepares himself for whatever mischief Atem is about to pull. What he's not expecting is the box to suddenly come up around him, Beat's surprised sound cut off in his throat as he... finds himself in the tree Atem was just at. Quickly he shifts himself down to a squirrel to not break any branches and go careening downwards.]

YO!

[He barks a little before scrambling his way down the tree, bringing little bits of bark and twigs with him until he's back to the ground, shifting back at the base of the tree. It doesn't seem like he's upset, however, grinning widely as he shakes his tail to get leaves and stuff out, fingers combing through his hair and fur around his chest.]

Aight, yo, that's fuckin' cool. That part a' yer mana gift stuff?

[knifemonopoly]

[The bright grin on Atem's face -- doesn't dull, exactly, nor fade, but its character shifts. It turns smaller, softer -- resigned, but honest.]

No. That was what I traded the Fog God for.

[His tone is solemn, even, as he explains. His expression does grow more serious now.]

So that anyone who strikes out at me...can't trap me. I can reverse where I am, and where they are...

There's nothing that can be done to me that I can't escape. Not ever again.

[soundsurfing]

[That makes Beat's expression soften as well, as he thinks about Atem's situation and how having a power like that would be the best boon. No more would Atem be stuck and at someone's mercy.]

I get it. You gotta protect yerself, an' that's a good way to go 'bout it.

[And Beat approves of it being defensive. Atem's not hurting anyone with it, unless he gets hurt first.]

How often can you use it? Anytime?

[knifemonopoly]

Once a day. Within 24 hours of the attack.

[He's quiet a moment. Then:]

The wounds they gave me trade places, too.

[He lets the implications of that sit, for a second. It'll heal him, it'll let him fight back against anyone who hurt him, giving back only what he got.

He could have tested this under worse circumstances, could have taken up the person on the post who threatened him on her offer of violence, but instead, he chose this. But, after only a second or two of silence, he adds, in a lighter-hearted tone:]

Your cheek's probably a little grimy now...sorry about that!

[soundsurfing]

[And Beat likes that even more, honestly, and he's not sure he likes the fact he likes it. The monster part of him, maybe, finally beginning to take hold. If Atem gets hurt, deliberately, then the attacker will suffer. Still defensive and it will teach people that Atem isn't one to mess around with.

The change of tone makes him blink and he touches his cheek, laughing a little as he scrubs at the goo there.]

Nah that's fine, di'nt even notice.... but...

[Beat reaches into his pocket and ... pulls out another sticky hand, this one a bright pink. With a wicked grin, he quickly shoots it at Atem. Once a day huh? Though of course the vampire is a vampire and Beat knows that Atem will definitely be able to dodge that.]

[knifemonopoly]

[Oh, he certainly is able. The sticky hand shoots through the air where Atem had been only a moment ago, as the vampire shifts quickly aside, out of its path, and then in, past Beat's guard and up in his face, less than a foot away from him.

An undead finger pokes him right in the chest, just below the collarbone.]

You got one free shot. Don't get used to it!

[He took one hit to the face like a man. That's it. It's not going to become a regular thing.]

[soundsurfing]

[Atem getting right up into his space makes Beat laugh and he takes the poke like a champ. Instead he tries to look as melodramatically evil as possible.]

Aha! You fell right inta my trap, yo! Take this!

[And he...... closes his arms around Atem to squish the vampire into the dweebiest, big brotherly type hug in the world. As over dramatic as he can make it, including digging his knuckles ruffling into Atem's head.]

[knifemonopoly]

Aaah!

[Into the hug he's pulled! Is this a noogie? The pharaoh, lord of the two lands and the living Horus on Earth, god-king of one of the longest-lived civilizations to grace the planet, is being noogied, and all he's doing about it is giving a playful yelp. If Set or Mahaad saw this, they'd probably both burst blood vessels.]

No, nooo -- hahaha, stop, all right you trapped me, I'm -- heheh -- suitably impressed--!

[He's fighting to get out of it, but, like, at FAR from full strength. This is playing back.]