There wasn't much about this scenario that made much sense. On the completion of his destiny, he was supposed to move on to the afterlife for a much deserved rest and to be reunited with family and friends alike- which he had, only to be wrenched away from them all once more. Only this time it wasn't to protect the world he knew from dark forces but somewhere else entirely. Somehow Atem didn't think even the Millennium Necklace could have foreseen this. That being said, as he strode down Main street in deep contemplation he was not unsympathetic. Merlin had a serious situation on his hands, especially if it meant having to look for the aide of strangers from a variety of realms.
Halting in his footsteps he surveyed the buildings stretched out before him, his cape lightly swaying in the breeze. It hardly looked like a place in the midst of a calamity what with the quaint shops lining the streets.
Rather than seeking out material or edible comforts, Atem spotted a shop that might be the most beneficial for his current needs. He turned on his heel towards a place that looked like it held an assortment of weapons. It wouldn't do to remain unarmed here, and perhaps he would at least look at their magical wares as well.
IV.
Atem was currently facing the greatest challenge of his life.......
He stared a bit helplessly downward, towards a pile of clothes. Sure, the apartments included a free laundry service for one month but that didn't mean he should dawdle in the meantime. At some point he was going to have to figure out just how those machines worked. The situation was only mildly embarrassing, so he was trying not to draw attention to himself, and likely failing miserably. I mean, who goes to the laundry room and just stands there for an extended period of time?
It's not as if he'd even had to do his own laundry back in his kingdom either.... and the technology was significantly different....
So.. when he thought no one was paying attention to him, he would steal a glance at what the other people were doing. It looked simple enough. They were dividing the clothes into different piles, then loading them in the machines with a cupful of that powdery soap- but where were they setting the dial? Did it really matter....? Noticing all too late that someone's eyes had met his, Atem looked aside and feigned innocence. This was not his finest moment.
Atem | Yu-Gi-Oh!
There wasn't much about this scenario that made much sense. On the completion of his destiny, he was supposed to move on to the afterlife for a much deserved rest and to be reunited with family and friends alike- which he had, only to be wrenched away from them all once more. Only this time it wasn't to protect the world he knew from dark forces but somewhere else entirely. Somehow Atem didn't think even the Millennium Necklace could have foreseen this. That being said, as he strode down Main street in deep contemplation he was not unsympathetic. Merlin had a serious situation on his hands, especially if it meant having to look for the aide of strangers from a variety of realms.
Halting in his footsteps he surveyed the buildings stretched out before him, his cape lightly swaying in the breeze. It hardly looked like a place in the midst of a calamity what with the quaint shops lining the streets.
Rather than seeking out material or edible comforts, Atem spotted a shop that might be the most beneficial for his current needs. He turned on his heel towards a place that looked like it held an assortment of weapons. It wouldn't do to remain unarmed here, and perhaps he would at least look at their magical wares as well.
IV.
Atem was currently facing the greatest challenge of his life.......
He stared a bit helplessly downward, towards a pile of clothes. Sure, the apartments included a free laundry service for one month but that didn't mean he should dawdle in the meantime. At some point he was going to have to figure out just how those machines worked. The situation was only mildly embarrassing, so he was trying not to draw attention to himself, and likely failing miserably. I mean, who goes to the laundry room and just stands there for an extended period of time?
It's not as if he'd even had to do his own laundry back in his kingdom either.... and the technology was significantly different....
So.. when he thought no one was paying attention to him, he would steal a glance at what the other people were doing. It looked simple enough. They were dividing the clothes into different piles, then loading them in the machines with a cupful of that powdery soap- but where were they setting the dial? Did it really matter....? Noticing all too late that someone's eyes had met his, Atem looked aside and feigned innocence.
This was not his finest moment.