Pegasus had agreed to meet with Yugi under one condition only, that he
speak he also have a chance to speak with the Pharaoh. This in mind, Atem
was the one who sat down and discussed things in the study again with the
glass encased paintings, various new portraits of mythical beasts from
today's event added to the showcase. Atem pointed at the Dark Magician Of
Chaos, bringing it to Pegasus's attention, and Pegasus nodded in return.
"I've seen this being in my dreams before, and I was inspired to portray it in this light instead of his own dominion." Pegasus pointed at the image of another painting showing the Dark Magician Of Chaos flying towards the viewer's perspective away from a massive explosion of light. This reminded Atem greatly of the battle he had witnessed so many years ago between the great faceless archangel and his own sorceror liege-man.
"Pegasus, I have a question. . ." Atem trailed off trying to formulate his words properly, but he didn't need to. He just looked at Pegasus and nodded, permitting the man to read his mind. It wasn't so much that he trusted the ambitions of the artist any more than he did long ago, but he knew that now he could easily overpower his former nemesis. Besides, at the time, Pegasus was merely attempting to awaken Atem's powers. That turned out to be a good cause.
"Besides you rolling over whether you trust me or not, Yugi-boy. . . I understand your predicament. So that's who that troubled foe was who robbed me of my eye so long ago? More than just a meager boy, I suppose. Allow me to explain what occurred in your dream, alright? You see, you witnessed a great battle between your own archaic sorcery and the heavens. When we think of the powers of the light, most people turn to the Christian god. I'm not sure about how much of that actually is concrete, but I do know that mythical beings known as Angels do exist."
Pegasus poured a glass of wine, offering it to Atem. The youth kindly shook his head, he didn't want to be swayed into any sense of false relaxation. Alcohol wasn't going to make the situation any easier to take. He did sit down in an office chair that was situated at a drawing table, tilted it so that he could see Pegasus, and continued to listen to the man's words.
"I know they exist because it would only make sense. Why let sorcerors exist and not let angels come to pass, eh? What you witnessed must have taken place after you beat that Zork fellow. I was wondering where I got the inspiration to paint that monstrosity. He always unnerved me, that's why I gave him such an interesting effect. The ability to destroy everything or even himself in a blindly rageful process. The user who made a deal with the Dark Master would have to risk everything to access his powers, fitting yes?"
Pegasus was alluring to the fact that the ritual monster card Dark Master Zork's effect was utilized by rolling a dice. So not only would a user have to offer the very souls of monsters to bring forth the great demon king, but risk everything to harness its unholy charity. Atem understood the analogy, so he nodded along.
"Now you see, as I said last evening. . . Everything in the universe has a balance. The mastery of mythical creatures through sealing them in stone tablets was quite a development, one that I even recreated through my Egyptian God monsters unfortunately. Vicious cards, cards with teeth, you know? Ha, but continuing. . . That was a symbol of the overseeing Light restoring power to the darkness strictly for balance concerns."
Pegasus really seemed to be enjoying the fixation that Atem had on his words, Atem could get that from feedback from the Millenium Eye's watchful gaze. Pegasus could see, but Atem wasn't entirely blind. Ryou Bakura's existance was the property of an offering to put Zork back in power, but why?
"Why, you ask? Because the Light and the Darkness represent an order in nature. They are the controllers of the chaos, just like my new card set is known as. There is no real ambition for the Earth, Water, Wind or Fire to attend to. The Water wishes only to keep secrets and defend its own shores. The Earth consists of you and I, our kind. Conventional animals and men who are acting off of an enlightened form of instinct. The Wind is just simple caprice, I wouldn't worry too much about it unless something really came up. . . But. . ."
Pegasus stopped. He wasn't pausing to read Atem's mind again, there was a lack of the low spiritual sound involved in the use of the Millenium Items. Did Atem percieve a nervous nature in Pegasus? He did wipe sweat off his brow before the Pharaoh, perhaps feeling the notion of wishing not to be the killed Messenger.
"But. . . The Fire, that has a goal. It wishes to destroy, it's raw power seeks out all that it can eliminate. It's just cocky really. It wants to ruin the fun of everyone and everything, if you know what I mean. Can't have any kind of peace in flame. I mean, it's enchanting. . . The heat of a fire, and often we artists use fire as a metaphor for intensity in love and passion. . . But fire is a dangerous thing, and the actual elemental player of the universe that is the Fire is something else entirely."
"And that is what Horus is? Like that faceless angelic soldier. . ." Atem was beginning to understand the feelings of distress and blind revenge that the angels must have wished. The order that they sought to maintained had been broken blindly by the a quest of selfish valiance by the king of the world of the Earth. That is what Atem was after all, being the highest king of men at the time meant that he was acting on behalf of the balance of Earth. It was strange to think that the elemental name and the planet's name were the same; that this strange game of territorial conquest would only exist in this world.
"You're somewhat correct. That is why the Earth element is called such, and technically it is the weakest element in the entire universe as it's territory is only here on this simple planet. But don't think our world is the only important one in the universe. The sky is the gateway to the stars, as well as many other things. You think of things as being magic, but I recognize this art as technology. I just wasn't clear of that until I spent years in slumbering thought."
Confront the pair, force one to. . . . . . ensnare . . . powers.
Atem stood up so quickly that the chair was knocked over. Pegasus stood up as well. Their gaze darted around the room looking for the source of the voice. It was so faint that Atem could barely make out the words, but it was there. It was obviously so if Pegasus too had jumped to attention. Atem could hear the Millenium Eye cry out into the darkness around them with an immense ring, searching for everything. Yugi didn't have such kinds of abilities through his item. A flash of inspiration took to him however.
He took the Millenium Ring from his bag, which was known as the great seeker of things. It pointed in a direction that was level to he and Pegasus. Not up a hill or beyond the moon, not deep below the ground, but on their level and in this building. Pegasus's movements became stealthy, and he opened the door slowly for Yugi to follow the path of the trinket. They crept, one foot after the other as slowly and silently as they could down the hall. Eventually they happened unto Seto Kaiba's room.
And they listened. . .
And listened. . .
And listened. . .
But no sign of any voice came again. Atem felt uneasy from memory of the horrible sound it was. It reminded him of the "Slinkie" toy in his grandfather's game shop, but it was audible in terms of speech. They were words. They were concrete words. There weren't any signs of struggle or stir in Seto's room, so they crept quietly in the dark unlit halls back to the study that Pegasus and he were speaking.
"Do you know what that was?" Atem finally spoke when he felt that he could be at ease to do so. He felt that whatever that was could be listening, hiding from them in the darkness waiting to "ensnare" as it commanded. Whatever it was, it was speaking to someone else, and it seemed to be issuing orders as well.
"I'm not sure. It. . . I'm not sure." Pegasus obviously seemed troubled by it, but he wasn't letting on anything more than that. Atem had filed the Millenium Ring back into the backpack he carried with him everywhere, and adjusted the weight of the Millenium Puzzle against the formal-looking schoolboy jacket he had. It was the only thing he had that was presentable to a formal event series like this.
"I suggest we rest on it, and whatever dreams you may have, study them well. If you remember, then I'll remember."
"I've seen this being in my dreams before, and I was inspired to portray it in this light instead of his own dominion." Pegasus pointed at the image of another painting showing the Dark Magician Of Chaos flying towards the viewer's perspective away from a massive explosion of light. This reminded Atem greatly of the battle he had witnessed so many years ago between the great faceless archangel and his own sorceror liege-man.
"Pegasus, I have a question. . ." Atem trailed off trying to formulate his words properly, but he didn't need to. He just looked at Pegasus and nodded, permitting the man to read his mind. It wasn't so much that he trusted the ambitions of the artist any more than he did long ago, but he knew that now he could easily overpower his former nemesis. Besides, at the time, Pegasus was merely attempting to awaken Atem's powers. That turned out to be a good cause.
"Besides you rolling over whether you trust me or not, Yugi-boy. . . I understand your predicament. So that's who that troubled foe was who robbed me of my eye so long ago? More than just a meager boy, I suppose. Allow me to explain what occurred in your dream, alright? You see, you witnessed a great battle between your own archaic sorcery and the heavens. When we think of the powers of the light, most people turn to the Christian god. I'm not sure about how much of that actually is concrete, but I do know that mythical beings known as Angels do exist."
Pegasus poured a glass of wine, offering it to Atem. The youth kindly shook his head, he didn't want to be swayed into any sense of false relaxation. Alcohol wasn't going to make the situation any easier to take. He did sit down in an office chair that was situated at a drawing table, tilted it so that he could see Pegasus, and continued to listen to the man's words.
"I know they exist because it would only make sense. Why let sorcerors exist and not let angels come to pass, eh? What you witnessed must have taken place after you beat that Zork fellow. I was wondering where I got the inspiration to paint that monstrosity. He always unnerved me, that's why I gave him such an interesting effect. The ability to destroy everything or even himself in a blindly rageful process. The user who made a deal with the Dark Master would have to risk everything to access his powers, fitting yes?"
Pegasus was alluring to the fact that the ritual monster card Dark Master Zork's effect was utilized by rolling a dice. So not only would a user have to offer the very souls of monsters to bring forth the great demon king, but risk everything to harness its unholy charity. Atem understood the analogy, so he nodded along.
"Now you see, as I said last evening. . . Everything in the universe has a balance. The mastery of mythical creatures through sealing them in stone tablets was quite a development, one that I even recreated through my Egyptian God monsters unfortunately. Vicious cards, cards with teeth, you know? Ha, but continuing. . . That was a symbol of the overseeing Light restoring power to the darkness strictly for balance concerns."
Pegasus really seemed to be enjoying the fixation that Atem had on his words, Atem could get that from feedback from the Millenium Eye's watchful gaze. Pegasus could see, but Atem wasn't entirely blind. Ryou Bakura's existance was the property of an offering to put Zork back in power, but why?
"Why, you ask? Because the Light and the Darkness represent an order in nature. They are the controllers of the chaos, just like my new card set is known as. There is no real ambition for the Earth, Water, Wind or Fire to attend to. The Water wishes only to keep secrets and defend its own shores. The Earth consists of you and I, our kind. Conventional animals and men who are acting off of an enlightened form of instinct. The Wind is just simple caprice, I wouldn't worry too much about it unless something really came up. . . But. . ."
Pegasus stopped. He wasn't pausing to read Atem's mind again, there was a lack of the low spiritual sound involved in the use of the Millenium Items. Did Atem percieve a nervous nature in Pegasus? He did wipe sweat off his brow before the Pharaoh, perhaps feeling the notion of wishing not to be the killed Messenger.
"But. . . The Fire, that has a goal. It wishes to destroy, it's raw power seeks out all that it can eliminate. It's just cocky really. It wants to ruin the fun of everyone and everything, if you know what I mean. Can't have any kind of peace in flame. I mean, it's enchanting. . . The heat of a fire, and often we artists use fire as a metaphor for intensity in love and passion. . . But fire is a dangerous thing, and the actual elemental player of the universe that is the Fire is something else entirely."
"And that is what Horus is? Like that faceless angelic soldier. . ." Atem was beginning to understand the feelings of distress and blind revenge that the angels must have wished. The order that they sought to maintained had been broken blindly by the a quest of selfish valiance by the king of the world of the Earth. That is what Atem was after all, being the highest king of men at the time meant that he was acting on behalf of the balance of Earth. It was strange to think that the elemental name and the planet's name were the same; that this strange game of territorial conquest would only exist in this world.
"You're somewhat correct. That is why the Earth element is called such, and technically it is the weakest element in the entire universe as it's territory is only here on this simple planet. But don't think our world is the only important one in the universe. The sky is the gateway to the stars, as well as many other things. You think of things as being magic, but I recognize this art as technology. I just wasn't clear of that until I spent years in slumbering thought."
Confront the pair, force one to. . . . . . ensnare . . . powers.
Atem stood up so quickly that the chair was knocked over. Pegasus stood up as well. Their gaze darted around the room looking for the source of the voice. It was so faint that Atem could barely make out the words, but it was there. It was obviously so if Pegasus too had jumped to attention. Atem could hear the Millenium Eye cry out into the darkness around them with an immense ring, searching for everything. Yugi didn't have such kinds of abilities through his item. A flash of inspiration took to him however.
He took the Millenium Ring from his bag, which was known as the great seeker of things. It pointed in a direction that was level to he and Pegasus. Not up a hill or beyond the moon, not deep below the ground, but on their level and in this building. Pegasus's movements became stealthy, and he opened the door slowly for Yugi to follow the path of the trinket. They crept, one foot after the other as slowly and silently as they could down the hall. Eventually they happened unto Seto Kaiba's room.
And they listened. . .
And listened. . .
And listened. . .
But no sign of any voice came again. Atem felt uneasy from memory of the horrible sound it was. It reminded him of the "Slinkie" toy in his grandfather's game shop, but it was audible in terms of speech. They were words. They were concrete words. There weren't any signs of struggle or stir in Seto's room, so they crept quietly in the dark unlit halls back to the study that Pegasus and he were speaking.
"Do you know what that was?" Atem finally spoke when he felt that he could be at ease to do so. He felt that whatever that was could be listening, hiding from them in the darkness waiting to "ensnare" as it commanded. Whatever it was, it was speaking to someone else, and it seemed to be issuing orders as well.
"I'm not sure. It. . . I'm not sure." Pegasus obviously seemed troubled by it, but he wasn't letting on anything more than that. Atem had filed the Millenium Ring back into the backpack he carried with him everywhere, and adjusted the weight of the Millenium Puzzle against the formal-looking schoolboy jacket he had. It was the only thing he had that was presentable to a formal event series like this.
"I suggest we rest on it, and whatever dreams you may have, study them well. If you remember, then I'll remember."