We Have Been Betrayed...

Indie RP blog for the red Dark Magician [formerly] used by Pandora/Arkana in Yu-Gi-Oh! Duel Monsters. OC/AU/Crossover-friendly. Semi-Selective. -- Played by Bay --------------****------------- Originally @ pandorasmagician, now a sideblog to ali2ter

[nononbe-2]

✌️☺️

[pxndorasmagician]

It’s the... yearly? Very-long-time-in-between awakening of a certain Red magician to remind you that he exists. And squint in a curmudgeonly way, because he doesn’t really know what else to do. You’ve been warned.

[pxndorasmagician]

magicienoir 

words left unspoken , but he knows , in a way . the body speaks even when the mouth does not . ah , he knows that look . hurt , betrayal . he understands , accepts . suffering is a funny thing , how it curls around a soul . a silent embrace with the sole purpose of ending that which it held . & those who suffered often tried to pull others in . he’d done the same , tried to drag another down with him , as if it would prevent him from dying alone —-

although , he couldn’t understand why he continued to live , either . a riddle , his soul . one he was not yet clever enough to solve .       leave me in peace .       & he places a cup of herbal tea upon a table for his magician , leaves milk & sugar by the side . something soothing for someone who needed it ( pandora does not think anymore of himself , only of the fact that he has people he has hurt , that he needs to try to help before his final vanishing act ) —-         ❛ take all the time that you need . should you wish to talk , you will always know where to find me . ❜

Tea.

Red eyed it like poison, caught in a dilemma he knew not how to resolve. Bound as he was to a card, there was little to do with personal space or leaving. He couldn’t, and where would he go, anyway? The thought of finding a new master left an even bitterer taste in his mouth, even if it were possible. His was his, and he was loyal. Hurt, angry, but loyal.

Eventually, he reached for the cup, dragging it to his lips--oh, Red didn’t need it. Food and drink were little more than mortal pleasures to a Duel Spirit, but it occupied the time. It occupied his mouth and consequently the courtesy of a reply for at least a little while. He was no good at talking, anyway. That was something better left to the Pharaoh’s magician.

At most, Red regarded Pandora with a throaty hum. They both knew what happened, so what were words for, anyway? Pointless.

[magicienoir]

( pxndorasmagician‌ )

@ magicienoir

“No.”

temperamental . temperamental the both of them . some days are better than others , certainly . but , there is no need for raised voices , he knows better now . each time , of course , it cuts deep , but has he not inflicted cuts too ? this is payback , perhaps . he lets out a soft sigh , he knows better now than to push things . 

[pxndorasmagician]

Go to hell.

He wanted to say it. He almost did, but the words dried up in his mouth before they could take form. No matter what happened, Red couldn’t say such things to his master. Instead, the mage gripped his staff, knuckles paling under the strain. Yet, courtesy didn’t mean forgiveness. Forgiveness was intangible and had to be earned.

“Leave me in peace.”

[pxndorasmagician]

@ magicienoir

“No.”

[blackincantation]

pxndorasmagician‌:

With Charon.

Not far.

Where have you been?

Here. Always here. When did I appear to have gone anywhere different?

[pxndorasmagician]

I don’t keep track of where you are. Nor do I care.

You’re simply unobservant.

[blackincantation]

pxndorasmagician‌:

Or you’re just terrible at finding things, warden.What are you going to do about it?

Take great care in challenging him that way, raspberry. Men have died in the past for asking such a question. 

A pause. 

Where have you been?

[pxndorasmagician]

With Charon.

Not far.

Where have you been?

[blackincantation]

pxndorasmagician‌:

Look who’s just as capable of taking ten seconds to find him. He never goes far.

Yet somehow you seem to hibernate under the radar for another ten thousand years. 

[pxndorasmagician]

Or you're just terrible at finding things, warden.What are you going to do about it?

[pxndorasmagician]

@blackincantation Squints harder

[blackincantation]

Well look who decided to show up.

[pxndorasmagician]

Look who's just as capable of taking ten seconds to find him. He never goes far.

[pxndorasmagician]

@blackincantation Squints harder

[pxndorasmagician]

// sometimes I think abt how @doomstarmagician & I both have magicians named Charon -- only theirs is much less pleasant, from what I’ve heard. Which leads me to thinking about how the name probably doesn’t go over well w/ Doom & then to the fact that my Charon typically says his name wrong lmfao

It’s supposed to be pronounced Kharon. BUT LIKE starting with Ares, people tend to mispronounce his name & he just. finds it amusing? So, ever since, he’s always been “Sharon” or sometimes “Cher” to a lot of people. Even more rarely, he sometimes becomes “Karen” and it’s just so almost there.

Honestly, he kinda lives for it. A little chaos is fun.

[kedvesems]

[sorcererandhisapprentice]

@ancientgoldboundspirit

[pxndorasmagician]

@blackincantation

“You’re the one always complaining that I’m never around. So, here I am.” Deal with him–deal with him before he disappears for another few months without a word. It’s sort of a theme.

[blackincantation]

“I have half a mind to merely ignore you as if you never came back in the first place.”

[pxndorasmagician]

“You missed me.” Maybe. All in all, Red isn’t sure, but that won’t stop him from accusing, either. He’ll just make a face.

[pxndorasmagician]

@blackincantation

“You’re the one always complaining that I’m never around. So, here I am.” Deal with him--deal with him before he disappears for another few months without a word. It’s sort of a theme.

[nefertemu-deactivated20200809]

“Why not?” Was it not what they were meant for? Perhaps Mahaad less than Red, but he liked to think…it was fun, even more when his competitor was evenly matched. “You owe me a rematch.”

Although hopefully something more pleasant.

“So you want a Diaha?”

Well…he supposed that different than a simple fight. And something he hadn’t had in a very long time, outside of serving his master in a game. He looks over the other. “What is your name?”

[pxndorasmagician]

Was that a fancy word for a spar or--? Dare Red ask? Honestly, he wasn’t all too sure what to make of Mahaad in general. Maybe the guy was just weird. Was that from being human once? Eventually, he answered, “Red.”

And, yes, JUST Red. “You?”

[pxndorasmagician]

[Kaiba-noa] He grabs the magician's hand, swings around, and flips him over his shoulder. Well, he tries to. He can definitely do it just give him a minute to warm up.

Well, Noah has him off the ground... too bad half of the reason is that Red’s using levitation magic. He’s tempted pick Noah up with him, but mmm, nah. Not yet. He wants to see Noah try again. “Almost.”

[pxndorasmagician]

Dark Magician Girl has appeared once more to kiss his other cheek, and drape a blanket around his shoulders before once more proofing somewhere else

“Mahad, control your apprentice!” --not that he supposed Mahad was anywhere near them. Still, the exclamation stood, and he clutched the blanket, warmed.