~Wedjat ~
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Disclaimer!!!! *trumpets sound in the background* drumroll, please!! *loud drum roll* here's my gorgeous lover Malik Ishtar to do the honors!! *gestures to Malik*
Malik: *grumbles* you're lucky I love you so much...
Me: *grins* I love you too. Hurry up. I'll write a better disclaimer later maybe, but for now I just wanted to post SOMETHING. And school is evil and study is ending soon, so I must be diligent and speedy...
Malik: she doesn't own Yugioh, but she owns her character, *mumbles* seems you make up a lot of your own female characters...anyway, she doesn't own me or any of the millennium items or the idea and yeah. I own her. Get it straight.
Me: *holding all the millennium items and looking like a freak with like 5 necklaces* what do you MEAN I don't own the millennium items?! Looky here!! I will rule the world!! Everyone will soon be bowing down to me and calling me Pharaoh!!! HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA-
Malik: *snatches them back* give me my rod. That's my destiny, not yours. You get to be umm...my queen...And thanks, now I have them all.
Bakura: *indignant* you hey! You said you'd give them to me! *struggles with Malik as he tries to grab them from him* mine!!
Malik: never!! You will perish!!
Me: awwww, aren't they cute? *huggles them* I love them!! *snuggle* But anyway, here's the prologue to my story and erm, that's all I have at the moment...all new titles welcome. Mine was just made up on the spot. See, erm, I'll explain the meaning later w/ the ancient myths and such...erm, YES I AM AN EGYPT OBSESSED FREAK! Anyway...R&R. bye now. *attempts to break up Malik's and Bakura's fight by stealing the items, which doesn't seem to work too well*
Malik & Bakura: GIVE THOSE BACK YOU THIEVING BITCH!! *run after her screaming*
Me: hehe. They'll never catch me, I'm the author, giving me superior intelligence!! And they can't hear that comment if I chose not to type. Oh wait, I just did...And if they do catch me, I won't mind being captured either...erm, bye now. *runs off from insane but adorable pursuers* I actually do hope they tackle me for the items. O__o
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I stand upon the moonlit veranda of my elegant villa, surveying the light-drenched landscape. The mild, sweet, ocean breeze whistles by my ears, tickling my skin. A sudden swifter gust brushes past, rustling my sleek ebony hair; a few strands fall across my face, streaking my vision with thin black lines. I lightly brush them out of my face, slightly annoyed. The scintillating, dazzling sphere of pure silver radiance smiles down upon the earth, its enchanting, glinting beams enlightening all it touches, forming dusky shadows to flutter in every obscure direction. Those concealed within their walls are instantly unveiled, the darkness dispelled by the shimmering light of intervention from the heavens. The rippling waves, belonging to the honeyed Mediterranean nearby that I know so well, fold over each other gently, sloshing against the sandy beach, then retreating back into the mysterious depths of the majestically rolling sea, pulling their earthen captives of slime-doused seaweed and grains of sand back with them down under to their watery domain. The glimmering moon gleams upon their sweeping, translucent crests as they rise and fall softly, the silky rumbles comforting me in my despondency and forlornness. I inhale deeply, the salty ocean air streaming into my nostrils, bringing back such intense nostalgia and cushioning my senses with a sentiment of a now fantasy place I once called home. When did I become like this? When did I lose all contact with human beings and isolate myself from all love? From all life...? I really don't wish to recall such happenings...my life is best repressed and lost from memory, so can begin anew. But I have not embarked on a journey towards a fresh existence at all...I have simply...formed an empty, lifeless soul within me...and how can one such as myself just...forget? It has worked so well for centuries...but the memories were never really lost, I had blocked them from my mind...but now...now I am forced to recollect...I sense a familiar force from days long past, now flickering dimly yet certainly present. I have perceived him before but somehow...I chose to overlook him. But now...now...some evil force threatens to annihilate all order in the world and destroy all that is good...and...it seems...he seems...to be the commanding source...no...it can't be...he wouldn't go as far as to...but alas, it seems to be so. I slip through the lacquered door, closing it softly behind me, and glide into my home, silent and somber. I must stop him...for I may be the only one who can...
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Me: well...do you like? *looks up with huge, hopeful, watery eyes* please?
Malik: something about me...finally...
Me: be more grateful! Besides, you know I've wanted to start his for a while, I'm just to stupid to get around to it. There's nothing wrong with procrastination! Besides, I have so much bloody work to do...you know, you could do some of it for me, once in a while...
Malik: never. No. Hell no. I had to do so much scholarly work millennia ago and it destroyed my childhood!
Me: fine. Be that way. Crappy, nasty lover...not doing anything for me except abuse...anyway...this is getting annoying...but read and review, please! I'll update this, erm, eventually...
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Disclaimer!!!! *trumpets sound in the background* drumroll, please!! *loud drum roll* here's my gorgeous lover Malik Ishtar to do the honors!! *gestures to Malik*
Malik: *grumbles* you're lucky I love you so much...
Me: *grins* I love you too. Hurry up. I'll write a better disclaimer later maybe, but for now I just wanted to post SOMETHING. And school is evil and study is ending soon, so I must be diligent and speedy...
Malik: she doesn't own Yugioh, but she owns her character, *mumbles* seems you make up a lot of your own female characters...anyway, she doesn't own me or any of the millennium items or the idea and yeah. I own her. Get it straight.
Me: *holding all the millennium items and looking like a freak with like 5 necklaces* what do you MEAN I don't own the millennium items?! Looky here!! I will rule the world!! Everyone will soon be bowing down to me and calling me Pharaoh!!! HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA-
Malik: *snatches them back* give me my rod. That's my destiny, not yours. You get to be umm...my queen...And thanks, now I have them all.
Bakura: *indignant* you hey! You said you'd give them to me! *struggles with Malik as he tries to grab them from him* mine!!
Malik: never!! You will perish!!
Me: awwww, aren't they cute? *huggles them* I love them!! *snuggle* But anyway, here's the prologue to my story and erm, that's all I have at the moment...all new titles welcome. Mine was just made up on the spot. See, erm, I'll explain the meaning later w/ the ancient myths and such...erm, YES I AM AN EGYPT OBSESSED FREAK! Anyway...R&R. bye now. *attempts to break up Malik's and Bakura's fight by stealing the items, which doesn't seem to work too well*
Malik & Bakura: GIVE THOSE BACK YOU THIEVING BITCH!! *run after her screaming*
Me: hehe. They'll never catch me, I'm the author, giving me superior intelligence!! And they can't hear that comment if I chose not to type. Oh wait, I just did...And if they do catch me, I won't mind being captured either...erm, bye now. *runs off from insane but adorable pursuers* I actually do hope they tackle me for the items. O__o
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I stand upon the moonlit veranda of my elegant villa, surveying the light-drenched landscape. The mild, sweet, ocean breeze whistles by my ears, tickling my skin. A sudden swifter gust brushes past, rustling my sleek ebony hair; a few strands fall across my face, streaking my vision with thin black lines. I lightly brush them out of my face, slightly annoyed. The scintillating, dazzling sphere of pure silver radiance smiles down upon the earth, its enchanting, glinting beams enlightening all it touches, forming dusky shadows to flutter in every obscure direction. Those concealed within their walls are instantly unveiled, the darkness dispelled by the shimmering light of intervention from the heavens. The rippling waves, belonging to the honeyed Mediterranean nearby that I know so well, fold over each other gently, sloshing against the sandy beach, then retreating back into the mysterious depths of the majestically rolling sea, pulling their earthen captives of slime-doused seaweed and grains of sand back with them down under to their watery domain. The glimmering moon gleams upon their sweeping, translucent crests as they rise and fall softly, the silky rumbles comforting me in my despondency and forlornness. I inhale deeply, the salty ocean air streaming into my nostrils, bringing back such intense nostalgia and cushioning my senses with a sentiment of a now fantasy place I once called home. When did I become like this? When did I lose all contact with human beings and isolate myself from all love? From all life...? I really don't wish to recall such happenings...my life is best repressed and lost from memory, so can begin anew. But I have not embarked on a journey towards a fresh existence at all...I have simply...formed an empty, lifeless soul within me...and how can one such as myself just...forget? It has worked so well for centuries...but the memories were never really lost, I had blocked them from my mind...but now...now I am forced to recollect...I sense a familiar force from days long past, now flickering dimly yet certainly present. I have perceived him before but somehow...I chose to overlook him. But now...now...some evil force threatens to annihilate all order in the world and destroy all that is good...and...it seems...he seems...to be the commanding source...no...it can't be...he wouldn't go as far as to...but alas, it seems to be so. I slip through the lacquered door, closing it softly behind me, and glide into my home, silent and somber. I must stop him...for I may be the only one who can...
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Me: well...do you like? *looks up with huge, hopeful, watery eyes* please?
Malik: something about me...finally...
Me: be more grateful! Besides, you know I've wanted to start his for a while, I'm just to stupid to get around to it. There's nothing wrong with procrastination! Besides, I have so much bloody work to do...you know, you could do some of it for me, once in a while...
Malik: never. No. Hell no. I had to do so much scholarly work millennia ago and it destroyed my childhood!
Me: fine. Be that way. Crappy, nasty lover...not doing anything for me except abuse...anyway...this is getting annoying...but read and review, please! I'll update this, erm, eventually...
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