#shvmvnking

It was not so often that the once Pharaoh came across people who simply felt fundamentally out of place in the world; Bakura and Marik had perhaps been the last; Bakura (much like Atem) being a soul locked within an item, whilst Marik had been something else entirely. Something as tragic as he was dangerous, inflicted quite inadvertently by Atem himself if one were to put any real thought into it.

This individual fell somewhere into that category; or if he didn’t he was simply unnerving to a degree Atem could not quite begin to articulate. It was strange, just as it was unwelcome. “You look out of place. Are you lost?” The question was, expectedly, neutral. A safe brook to measure reaction.

Atem could be a curious sort (mischievous even), and this was most certainly a case of it. From what Atem understood of Hao-- this Shaman King-- he presided over the line between life and death much like Anubis might. A middleman perhaps, which begged a question for someone whose culture was so tied to gods. 

“Where do you stand when it comes to a god of death?” Did the shaman presume authority, or was even he subservient to the natural order of things?

( oh my god STOP lmao )

                                             -- @shvmvnking

His lips parted as he inhaled quietly, thinking over what had just been said. Normal people, he should ask normal people? There wasn’t a long list of confidants that Ritsu had amongst his own family, let alone any friends or acquaintances. 

‘But really, whose fault is that?’ A nasty voice whispered in his ear, his subconscious attacking him, not that it was anything new. 

“I...didn’t think it worked that way?” His voice comes out faint, strained. Questioning. “Being different...being different is considered...good?” In his experience, going against the mold only led to further antagonizing. 

But can you imagine them in a modern setting having these arguments lmao

Meme

         ❝Yeah, I do.❞  Yoh says softly, back turned to the other.  ❝You’re telling me, you don’t care?❞  He finds it hard to believe that Hao couldn’t feel the slightest bit of care for him. Not after all the effort the other went to send his goons his way. You know... for a guy who claimed not to care, he sure did keep tabs on them a lot.