[Why is there a couch in the hall? Best not to think about it - it’s the Dressing Room. Anything can happen, so random furniture really isn’t all that strange
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[SHE'S SO PRETTY. HE WANTS TO TALK TO HER. But Yugi's kind of shy, so he's just going to look at her from afar. Knowing his luck either she'd reject him as a kid...or Anzu would come out and yell at him for being a pervert. And he didn't want people thinking he was a pervert. Because he isn't. Though he sort of is actually in his own way.]
[[ooc: just realized i don't know whether yugis are "of age" by dr standards. ^^;; Should she crush? I've no problem playing out two~]]
[At first she seems more surprised than anything else to see someone there, but her face soon sets into a no-business expression. Something odd's going on (to say the least) and she needs to find out what.]
Come out here, please.
[Her voice is stern, but it's not an angry stern. More a disciplining stern, like a mother might use with a child or a sister with a willful little brother.
[Which startles her to no end, but she composes herself quickly, blinking once or twice before standing up, stony-faced (despite feeling a bit frightened, a bit angry, and a bit...something else entirely, but she's not sure what. It's doing strange things in the pit of her stomach, though). At first she thinks someone has broken into her apartment...]
Who are you? How did you get in -
[....and then she realizes she's not in her apartment. Her face sets even more. Strange man. Strange room. Strange...interesting...man.]
[Isis is not one to back down in a bad situation, so she refuses to let herself be intimidated. Plus, even with the entire world apparently shifting around her, there's something...inexplicably intriguing...about this man. Unprotected and caught off-guard though she may be. She tilts her head sideways and gives him as calm a look as she can manage while remaining firm.]
Extremely. Where is 'here'?
[Steps forward a bit, despite knowing it's smarter to try and put distance between herself and strangers.]
[It's just as worrying that he's much younger than when she last saw her brother. She notices that she's not where she used to be, and that unsettles her, but frightened small Ma(r)lik takes priority.
She stands, hesitantly, one hand slightly outstretched to him. It can't be. That's not possible.]
[Running frightened boy who looks like her little brother? Being taken somewhere strange just by closing her eyes? Both make her wary. But Isis can't just let him leave, not like that (not when her own brother stormed out on her earlier, either).
Before she knows what she's doing, she's standing and taking a few steps towards him, calling after him.]
Mali-- Marik! [She doesn't understand that, but if it calms him down...] Come back! It's...all right. [Then, slightly sterner. Big sister wants you to listen.] There's nothing to be frightened of. It's me.
[She'd been waiting for Malik, so at first she thinks Dawn is her own brother, come home at last. Sets aside her book and stands. He's back much later than expected, and what is he wearing?]
...there's dinner in the kitchen. Warm it up if you're-
[...the kitchen isn't there. Neither is the rest of the apartment. Takes stock of the situation, then turns back to her brother, a bit frightened.]
[Considering he hasn't even seen Isis for almost a year now, Dawn's reaction to her was understandable. To everyone except Isis of course. By her confusion however he guessed she just arrived.]
This isn't home, Isis. It's called the dressing room and it takes people from different worlds and times.
[Isis processes this information, still glancing around, then back at her brother. How this happened she can't begin to guess, but as it clearly has she'll swallow her confusion and deal with the situation at hand. For now.]
How do you know....
[Since she's (mostly) calm, she puts two and two together. The slightest hint of a smile, but it seems a bit forlorn.]...in that case, I suppose you're a different Malik. My apologies.
[That certainly gets her to open them. Though Buckaroo probably doesn't expect her to blink a few times and then stand up very suddenly, looking around and then back down at him. The number of unexpected things here is rather staggering.]
--Yuugi?
[....though he's too short and young-looking even for Yuugi. In fact, given the way he's dressed, he's almost - and what's happened, anyway? Where is she? She's calm already, but still unsettled.]
No, Isis, it's me, Atem. Is Mahado here? Or Mana? Or Set? Oh! Have you seen my father?
[He's too excited by the idea of having found someone from his world and time to pick up on the hints that he's got the wrong idea, but he should realise pretty soon.]
...Atem? [The Pharaoh - or, at this age, prince? Glancing around confirms that she's certainly not somehow back in Ancient Egypt. It's all too real to be a vision, as well (not that she could have one without the Necklace regardless). Everything here is out of place. Including her.
As he's definitely the Atem she knew, however, she bows her head respectfully to him, hands folded.]
I'm afraid you've mistaken me for someone else, Pha - Prince. My name is Isis Ishtar, and I come from the future of your country. My apologies for disappointing you.
[How does one best ask a child - a child one's family has been sworn to serve - where on earth they are? He doesn't seem disturbed by the scenery in the slightest.]
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But she's not where she had been when she'd closed them.
Even tenser now - and a bit unsure - she stands up and looks around, one hand resting just above her heart.]
What...?
[As part of looking around, Yugi, her head's turning your way.]
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[Oh c-He tries to hide but...um...yeah. No dice. May as well come out in the open.]
Aaah! Sorry for distracting you!
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[At first she seems more surprised than anything else to see someone there, but her face soon sets into a no-business expression. Something odd's going on (to say the least) and she needs to find out what.]
Come out here, please.
[Her voice is stern, but it's not an angry stern. More a disciplining stern, like a mother might use with a child or a sister with a willful little brother.
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Who are you? How did you get in -
[....and then she realizes she's not in her apartment. Her face sets even more. Strange man. Strange room. Strange...interesting...man.]
...what's going on?
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Extremely. Where is 'here'?
[Steps forward a bit, despite knowing it's smarter to try and put distance between herself and strangers.]
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She stands, hesitantly, one hand slightly outstretched to him. It can't be. That's not possible.]
....Malik?
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It's Marik! Marik with a frigging R. My name is Marik!
[And then he bolts off down the hall.]
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Before she knows what she's doing, she's standing and taking a few steps towards him, calling after him.]
Mali-- Marik! [She doesn't understand that, but if it calms him down...] Come back! It's...all right. [Then, slightly sterner. Big sister wants you to listen.] There's nothing to be frightened of. It's me.
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I-Isis?
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...there's dinner in the kitchen. Warm it up if you're-
[...the kitchen isn't there. Neither is the rest of the apartment. Takes stock of the situation, then turns back to her brother, a bit frightened.]
Malik, what's happened?
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This isn't home, Isis. It's called the dressing room and it takes people from different worlds and times.
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How do you know....
[Since she's (mostly) calm, she puts two and two together. The slightest hint of a smile, but it seems a bit forlorn.]...in that case, I suppose you're a different Malik. My apologies.
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So, have a little Atem waiting patiently for you to open your eyes, Isis.]
Isis? When did you come here?
[...Okay, maybe not so patiently.]
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--Yuugi?
[....though he's too short and young-looking even for Yuugi. In fact, given the way he's dressed, he's almost - and what's happened, anyway? Where is she? She's calm already, but still unsettled.]
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[He's too excited by the idea of having found someone from his world and time to pick up on the hints that he's got the wrong idea, but he should realise pretty soon.]
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As he's definitely the Atem she knew, however, she bows her head respectfully to him, hands folded.]
I'm afraid you've mistaken me for someone else, Pha - Prince. My name is Isis Ishtar, and I come from the future of your country. My apologies for disappointing you.
[How does one best ask a child - a child one's family has been sworn to serve - where on earth they are? He doesn't seem disturbed by the scenery in the slightest.]
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