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Who: Akefia, Yugi, maybe Atem
When: Waaaaay back when Akefia was sick
Where: Atem and Yugi's apartment
Warnings: Akefia's bound to cuss
Status: Incomplete
Akefia had been actually sleeping as of late. It seemed being around either Atem or Yugi allowed him to do so, though it was sometimes fitful, but Atem or Yugi could prevent him from waking by a tender touch. It was just a matter of getting the thief calm and relaxed enough to sleep. The best bet was get him to take the medication for his illness. He was slowly improving with sleep, food, and medicene. His fever was down but had yet to break after a day of care and food. At the moment the thief was awake and perched on the couch, eying the tv and the program on it.
Yugi had been doing his best to take care of the Thief, which meant that he had to make sure that he wasn't up to his usual antics. No stealing for him. It was tough since the Thief always seemed to be so restless. But he *was* getting better, so that was some good news to be sure. He came into the room and noticed the quiet chatter on the tv. He headed over to the thief and draped himself over the top of the couch where Akefia had been sitting. "Whatcha wathing?" he asked.
Akefia blinked and looked over to Yugi, slate colored eyes watching him intently. "I have no idea. I think it's supposed to be some sort of horror flick but it fails terribly. I've seen worse things done when I was alive. Not to mention the ancient language they are speaking is wrong. It's modren words slurred into gibberish. Bah! If they're going to make a film about mummies and our times they could at least do proper research!" Yes he was all fluffed up about The Mummy.
"Oh, this movie," Yugi grinned. He hopped over the couch and bounced into a sitting position next to Akefia. "You should give them *some* slack. I mean, no one has heard the Egyptian language in ages. I don't think anyone else on the ship knows it except for you and Atem."
Akefia grumbled, stiffening up as Yugi sat next to him. It took a few moments for Akefia to rationalize Yugi wasn't going to do anything and then relax. "Tch. They could of at least tired to get close to the right thing. Even using modern Egyptian would of been better than this gibberish. He just said he's kill your son by eating his underwear."
Yugi allowed for that time to pass before he was rendered "safe" again. "It's simply a fictional story, like a story book. To anyone else except for you, it wouldn't make too much of a difference."
Akefia wrinkled his nose a bit and rested against Yugi somewhat. He was cold, though still raditing heat from his fever, but he would never admit such a thing to Yugi. Showing weakness and all that. "Story book? What exactly is that?"
"It's...a book. You've seen those before, haven't you?" he asked. Yet another thing that Akefia didn't know about it seems.
"Like payarus scrolls...?" Yes Akefia did read books. But he didn't realize that's what they were called. He just thought of them as gathering of words.
"Kinda. Like...those ones over there," he said, pointing to the bookshelf. "A storybook is exactly what you would think it is. A book about a story."
"You mean like folktales mothers would tell their children to scare them into behaving? They put them in written form. But that gives it more power."
"Kinda. Nowadays, people write stories as a form of entertainment. Some are quite good actually," Yugi smiled. He had a few particularly favorite ones actually when he wasn't busy with his gaming.
"Mm, interesting I suppose. What is your favorite story book Little One? I shall you a story of my travels once I had escaped the palace.
"I have plenty," he admitted. "But I am interested in hearing your own stories."
Akefia let out a slight rumble, thinking back. "After I left I was wounded and driven nearly insane from the pain of losing my eye and the fact Zorc had finally emerged. As well as the screaming and the ghosts. I'm not sure how long I ran through the desert. Days? Months? I can no longer recall time as you do."
Yugi listened to the story, slowly nestling against the thief, almost as if he were a child again listening to the archeological stories of his grandfather. "What happened next?"
"I should have died from the wound that the High Priest gave me. I believe Zorc was responsible for that. He needed a living tool after all. In those hot days and freezing nights Zorc must have twisted my memories to make me hate Atem and everything he was. But that's another story. At some point a band of nomands found me. They tended to me.. Nursed me back to health. At that point it was the only kindness I could remember."
When: Waaaaay back when Akefia was sick
Where: Atem and Yugi's apartment
Warnings: Akefia's bound to cuss
Status: Incomplete
Akefia had been actually sleeping as of late. It seemed being around either Atem or Yugi allowed him to do so, though it was sometimes fitful, but Atem or Yugi could prevent him from waking by a tender touch. It was just a matter of getting the thief calm and relaxed enough to sleep. The best bet was get him to take the medication for his illness. He was slowly improving with sleep, food, and medicene. His fever was down but had yet to break after a day of care and food. At the moment the thief was awake and perched on the couch, eying the tv and the program on it.
Yugi had been doing his best to take care of the Thief, which meant that he had to make sure that he wasn't up to his usual antics. No stealing for him. It was tough since the Thief always seemed to be so restless. But he *was* getting better, so that was some good news to be sure. He came into the room and noticed the quiet chatter on the tv. He headed over to the thief and draped himself over the top of the couch where Akefia had been sitting. "Whatcha wathing?" he asked.
Akefia blinked and looked over to Yugi, slate colored eyes watching him intently. "I have no idea. I think it's supposed to be some sort of horror flick but it fails terribly. I've seen worse things done when I was alive. Not to mention the ancient language they are speaking is wrong. It's modren words slurred into gibberish. Bah! If they're going to make a film about mummies and our times they could at least do proper research!" Yes he was all fluffed up about The Mummy.
"Oh, this movie," Yugi grinned. He hopped over the couch and bounced into a sitting position next to Akefia. "You should give them *some* slack. I mean, no one has heard the Egyptian language in ages. I don't think anyone else on the ship knows it except for you and Atem."
Akefia grumbled, stiffening up as Yugi sat next to him. It took a few moments for Akefia to rationalize Yugi wasn't going to do anything and then relax. "Tch. They could of at least tired to get close to the right thing. Even using modern Egyptian would of been better than this gibberish. He just said he's kill your son by eating his underwear."
Yugi allowed for that time to pass before he was rendered "safe" again. "It's simply a fictional story, like a story book. To anyone else except for you, it wouldn't make too much of a difference."
Akefia wrinkled his nose a bit and rested against Yugi somewhat. He was cold, though still raditing heat from his fever, but he would never admit such a thing to Yugi. Showing weakness and all that. "Story book? What exactly is that?"
"It's...a book. You've seen those before, haven't you?" he asked. Yet another thing that Akefia didn't know about it seems.
"Like payarus scrolls...?" Yes Akefia did read books. But he didn't realize that's what they were called. He just thought of them as gathering of words.
"Kinda. Like...those ones over there," he said, pointing to the bookshelf. "A storybook is exactly what you would think it is. A book about a story."
"You mean like folktales mothers would tell their children to scare them into behaving? They put them in written form. But that gives it more power."
"Kinda. Nowadays, people write stories as a form of entertainment. Some are quite good actually," Yugi smiled. He had a few particularly favorite ones actually when he wasn't busy with his gaming.
"Mm, interesting I suppose. What is your favorite story book Little One? I shall you a story of my travels once I had escaped the palace.
"I have plenty," he admitted. "But I am interested in hearing your own stories."
Akefia let out a slight rumble, thinking back. "After I left I was wounded and driven nearly insane from the pain of losing my eye and the fact Zorc had finally emerged. As well as the screaming and the ghosts. I'm not sure how long I ran through the desert. Days? Months? I can no longer recall time as you do."
Yugi listened to the story, slowly nestling against the thief, almost as if he were a child again listening to the archeological stories of his grandfather. "What happened next?"
"I should have died from the wound that the High Priest gave me. I believe Zorc was responsible for that. He needed a living tool after all. In those hot days and freezing nights Zorc must have twisted my memories to make me hate Atem and everything he was. But that's another story. At some point a band of nomands found me. They tended to me.. Nursed me back to health. At that point it was the only kindness I could remember."