shawarma time

[finalmix]

[ some time after Atem's palace when everyone has had the time to get back from braphine's temple, and more importantly get that sand out of your everything (and enjoy NOT 40 degree Celsius weather)

everyone who was in Atem's palace will find themselves suddenly added to a group chat by joshua and he just sends a singular address

it's the address to a shawarma place that somehow magically has a big enough table to fit 14 people. amazing. we love fluid locations like this.

post palace dinner, y'all know the drill ]

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[metagame]

[He nudges his falafel back where they belong in his pita pocket again. Probably should eat it before the sauce makes it more mushy... His appetite just isn't there.

Instead he mulls over what Mafuyu says to him.]

Traps...

You know, you're right. They are our troubles, but that in turn is also a reflection of our hearts. The parts of us we'd rather bury... The damage your mother did is, unfortunately, a part of you. I wish it wasn't. I'm certain others feel the same for you.

[He thinks of Kaiba--- the pressure he went through is startling similar to Mafuyu's. The need to be perfect. Isolated from any potential friends and even his own younger brother. And that... that ended in...

Patricide.]

After this ends... You need to get away from her.

No matter what. If that's staying here or traveling to a different world... I'm certain your friends will understand.

[beathollow]

... I know.

( deep down, she knows that she can't go back to shibuya. she just wishes the girls could come with her. )

What about you? What waits after the end of this?

[metagame]

[Hoo boy.]

I'll return to where I belong in the Field of Reeds.

[He avoids looking at her as he says it.]

[beathollow]

...

( she was tragically not the egypt kid growing up. but he sounds... sad? reluctant? she's not sure. )

... You don't sound too eager.

[metagame]

Mm.

[He chews on his lower lip before he answers.]

No... I wouldn't say I'm not eager. My father... My friends... they're all waiting for me. It's supposed to be paradise.

[Y'know... the afterlife...]

And I do want to go back.

[His stare is boring a hole through his pita now.]

Only... it's nice to be alive again--- especially as myself. Not as another person.

[He gestures his hand for emphasis.]

I enjoyed being Yugi's other self! But... he's not me; I'm not him.

[beathollow]

... What will happen if you don't go, then?

[metagame]

I'm not sure actually... Cosmic collapse for my universe? And I doubt the gods would be pleased with me.

[He'd rather not piss them off again.]

Trust me... I'm already on their short list...

I'm not even sure how Lady Braphine managed to bring me here in the first place--- the contract she'd have to write would have had to been ironclad.

[beathollow]

Oh, that does sound severe. ... But at the same time, it doesn't sound like you're ready for what's supposed to be paradise...

[metagame]

Is anyone ever really ready to die?

[He leans his elbows on the table.]

Or, as I suppose in my case, return to being dead.

[beathollow]

I'm not sure I'm the best person to ask that. ... I just...

( she pauses to collect her thoughts. )

I don't feel as if it's right to send you somewhere you aren't ready to return to. And I don't think it's fair of anyone, god or not, to hold it over your head.

[metagame]

You're a very kind person, Mafuyu.

I'll give it some thought, ok?

[beathollow]

That's all I ask.