#morio invictus

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@morio-invictus

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"Daddy? Why did you make me so dirty? I was a good boy."

@morio-invictus

NO.

[maariku]

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“Hah-- In your dreams!”

[maariku]

❝ I’m gonna have a really hard time if we’re both cannibals and racists. ❞

“Then you’re going to have to pick just one to be,” he retorted simply. 

[maariku]

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✔: A plot you would love to play out with your character

Mostly anything from my wishlist page, and I do have a bit of an abstract idea I’d like to do with another yami malik that I’ve tried three times with different people and it all fell through for one reason or another. 

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@morio-invictus continued from (x)

This should have been the easiest choice of his darn life - well after life - and yet there he stood listening to the rain that fell around them, listening to the barking of the dogs, the yells of the people who had been hunting them, his eyes narrowed upon the figure that stood before him as he remained there with his gun pointed straight at his head. One little movement and all of this would be over. One little movement and he’d be dead again, back where he fucking belonged and yet he couldn’t fucking do it.

He growled out in annoyance, eyes narrowing more as he was screamed at the pull the trigger, a cold smirk appearing over his pale face though his eyes showed the fear that was swelling within.  “Since when do I ever take orders from you? Pharaoh?”. Words were his weapon. Words were all that he had. Well that and a loaded gun but how was he to get out of this one? He glanced towards the waiting dogs as though trying to made up his mind on how likely it was for them to get out of this mess.

“...You are pulled back from the afterlife yet your expecting me to just let you go back there? You deserve to be torn to shreds...but not tonight”

Sighing, he turned quickly and shot the two men closest, grabbing hold of Atem’s wrist before he could protest or call him other such names, half dragging him down the rest of the pathway as he shot the remainer of his bullets out towards the dogs now racing after them.

“Oi - can you fucking swim?” he called out over the rain, motioning towards the docks that he had beelined towards. If they could get away from such closed in places or someplace sheltered....or under water... just something to make it harder for them to be attacked like this. And what the fuck was all of this about anyway? 

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@morio-invictus continued from (x)

Should he have expected anything less from his old rival? He’d been trying to ignore his own headache the last few hours as he read over the messages from Ishizu once more - some bullshit about some evil awakening or something - he really didn’t have it in him to want to believe that such things may suddenly happen again around them - yet here Atem sat in the back of his car - alive and well - well...he guessed he was well. It wasn’t as if he’d asked him how he was feeling or anything. He’d simply went to pick him up - of course not having been told just who it was he was picking up and therefore now being caught off guard as he read through the emails once more.

Of course she’d sent them after he’d arrived at the airport - giving him no warnings of the heartattack that he almost felt like having both then and now. His head was thumping, it had been for the last hour or so - and he honestly wished they were back at the mansion already as he needed some space... “Always so dramatic arn’t you?” he frowned as he glanced up from the screen and over towards his ‘dead’ rival, “I suspect reviving from the dead would have the odd consequence...”