ooh look who came back from the deeeeaaaad OoOoOooOh
To keep it short ‘n’ sweet, my job has sucked the life out me and I was too tired to be here. Things are changing on that end. Activity will pick up maybe.
I have no idea what’s happening with any threads I have/had. It’s been like… 6? 8 months? I’ve had pretty much no clue what’s happened since my absence. I’ll figure it out.
Hiatus will continue for now, but I might be here now and again. New promo coming eventually.
“You can come with me if you would like to catch up? I don’t mind your company Isis..” He is being gentle tone with her though walking away but slowly the offer still there if she wishes to talk.
Oh.
Touché, Kaiba. Touché.
She wasted little time walking fast to catch up with him. And she’d like to think she had a naturally quick walking speed. A necessity, all things considered.
“I’m glad you appreciate my company. May I ask where we’re headed now?”
Now, she prided herself on maintaining decorum. But that was hard to do when her little brother’s other self had not only show back up here, but had the gall to speak to her.
Flashes of shock, horror, anger, and disgust quickly cycled through her usual neutral expression before it settled on anger. Not an outright rage. Just enough for any of her siblings to know.
“Marik.”The greeting was especially cold. How dare he show his face around here. But, well, better her than her little brother.“And to what do I owe this little displeasure?”
She’d love to believe in the years that she hadn’t seen him, she perfected her song and dance. Reading, seeing, knowing. The CEO played right into her hands all those years ago, when she had needed his influence most. A righteous cause, at that. Surely one the other could understand, given their position as older siblings. However, this time, she was in need of something else.
He had something she needed back.
Her expression gave away nothing when he arrived. She was seated at the opposite side of the room, hands neatly folded on the table. A gentle smile, breaking formation to gesture at the seat opposite of her. Two well-placed guards were already on either side of the door outside. Surely he saw them when he came in. It was a necessity, given how… lax security at the museum tends to be. Or any museum for that matter around here.
“Kaiba.” That small smile, albeit fake, was well-practiced and professional. “Please, sit anywhere you’d like.” And once he was seated, she would continue.
“I would like to thank you for coming. I understand you have a busy schedule, so your presence is deeply appreciated. Now, as I’m sure you are already aware, there is an upcoming exhibit regarding the Battle City tournament you held. It’s going to be part of the upcoming Local History exhibition here at the Domino City Museum.” Which was complete bullshit. He probably knew that, she knew that, but she was looking for the right time to spring her trap. The notepad in front of her was flipped open, the notes inside looked over meticulously. For extra authenticity, of course.
“Allow me to firstly ask of you if there is anything you would be willing to allow the museum to borrow for display for fourteen days. It will be kept in the same condition we would receive it in, and in return you will be compensated a portion of the profits." The notepad was loosely held in the left, pen in the right. Patiently waiting for the other’s reponse. Eye contact locked. Body still. Expression revealing nothing.
(( wellllll since I’m on vacation i’m gonna just go enjoy that and see if this place sorts its shit out by the time I come back. I’ll still do dash commentary buuuut i just wanna enjoy my vacation
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A gift? How quaint.
2e Rulebook
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Things I need tagged are irl/realistic spiders, irl/realistic insects, eating disorders and things related to it (calories, binge/purging, restricting food, etc.) and (i know how wild this sounds) talk about what happens after you die (irl)! I have the basic cw / tw format blacklisted. You can just tag the last one as cw / tw afterlife. It's the best I could come up with.
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11. Realized a little late, but maybe I should put in my rules where Bakura and I lie with our shipping preferences!
I write Isis as demiromantic demisexual, meaning he's only attracted to those she has a close bond with. With that said, I will ship practically anything once! But these are my preferences, in no particular order:
Trustshipping (Isis x Seto) (i am trustshipping trash)
Visionshipping (Isis x Mai)
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About
Name:
Isis Ishtar
DOB:
05 April
Status:
Alive
Age:
22
Occupation:
Secretary General of the Egyptian Supreme Council of Antiquities
Likes:
her family, things done on time, things going her way
Dislikes:
Meat dishes, lateness, not having things under control
Appearance ✧
Isis is a slender young woman, standing at 5' 5" or 165 cm. She carries herself with confidence and determination. Someone whose way you may want to avoid. Piercing blue eyes outlined with kohl, black hair kept straightened and decorated with golden adornments. A circlet is her wardrobe staple; you will rarely see her without one. Simple golden jewelry is a bit of an Ishtar calling card, and she's no exception. Golden necklaces, arm bands, bracelets, et cetera. She prefers to dress modestly in neutral colors, most often beiges or off-whites. A leftover habit of her former life, she supposes.
✧ Personality
Nobody can say that Isis doesn't take her duties very seriously. She has a way about her that makes just makes you stop and listen. She's commandeering, she's a natural-born leader, she's the glue that holds the unit together. She's not someone that you would want to cross. A firm believer in destiny, certainly, but that does not mean that she has tolerance for nonsense. You get what you pay for, as the saying goes.
Strategic. Methodical. Calculating. These words are quite good at describing Isis. She easily comes off as a no-nonsense, this-is-how-it-is kind of person. There’s no beating around the bush with her. There are facts, she will tell you those facts, and she will not cut any corners.
Not unless it suits her.
Yes, even she is not above manipulating someone if it means meeting a goal. But those are boundaries that she would rather not cross, unless the situation is absolutely dire. If she can avoid it, she will. But if she feels that she has no other choice, then it will happen.
Regardless, Isis is by no means naturally heartless and cruel. Do no wrong by her, and she will do no wrong by you. She will be courteous and kind to those that treat her in the same respect. And her kindness is not to be taken advantage of, as it will be removed as quickly as it was offered. Nothing is free.
A lesson she has learned in more ways than one. But that is talk for another day.
The many years she spent with her Millennium Tauk had driven her to be very focused on the future. Of course she believed very heavily in destiny and fate, but sometimes fate must be changed.
We all know a good example of that.
Even without her tauk, she remains worried and focused on what the future will bring, as opposed to the now. Such worries can cause her to become lost in her work, oftentimes taking on much more than what is necessary. At this point it’s just Isis being Isis.
Backstory
The middle child, only daughter, and oldest biological Ishtar child, Isis was born into the family of tombkeepers. They had been hoping for a male heir, but that's what Rishid was for. Isis loved Rishid dearly; he was her brother, even if her father heavily disagreed. At least her mother backed her up. They were and are incredibly close. This remained true with the birth of their little brother, the youngest Ishtar, the male heir their father desperately sought: Malik.
Malik's birth changed everything. Her mother died in the process; she wasn't allowed in the room but did catch glimpses of Rishid holding her hand as she left this earth. Their father was too wrapped up in the birth of an heir to care about Rishid's well-being, but that's where Isis stepped in. Just like she always had.
Yet, Isis had to walk two worlds very cautiously. She had to learn to not read body language and intonation to avoid invoking someone's wrath but manipulate her own to the same end. If only Rishid had learned to do the same. His resentment was easy to pick out. She was his shoulder to lean on about the dilemma, but she found that it quickly ended after Malik had been bitten by a snake. She's... still not entirely sure about that chain of events, but was it really her business?
What was her business was Malik's constant begging and pleading to be taken to the outside world. As the heir of the tombkeepers, such things were strictly forbidden. She and Rishid gently reminded him of this. If only their father knew the meaning of that word. But unlike Rishid, she did the unthinkable.
Isis Ishtar, Keeper of the Pharaoh's Tomb,
cracked.
She never said a word to Rishid. And she certainly didn't breathe a word of it to her father. She took Malik's hand, put a finger to her lips, and whisked him up those stairs and out those stone doors to the hot Egyptian desert. Malik's eyes struggled to adjust to the light at first, as did hers, but she did her best to guide him to town while his eyes adjusted. The sights, the stalls, the everything entranced Malik in a way she had never seen. It was the happiest she'd ever seen him. It was the happiest she had ever been. The wonder and delight, especially at that one picture of a motorcycle, was a precious thing to her. She'd nearly forgotten about having to go home until that vision of a mysterious man appeared before them.
Oh, by the gods, they'd better get home before anyone notices. Malik didn't want to leave and complained the entire way back, but she told him, rather harshly in hindsight, to keep his mouth shut before anyone hears them.
They weren't expecting to be met at the bottom of the stairs.
He knew they were gone the whole time.
They had tripped a simple alarm system that neither had picked up or seen in the dark. Her whole world collapsed in on itself. The shame of having knowingly broken the clan's rules, the fear of what would happen to Rishid, to Malik, to her. The rest of that night barely exists in memory, as does its aftermath. The things she recalls the clearest is discovering the mutilated corpse of her father, Malik covered in blood, and Rishid needing bandages for his face. Malik insisted that it was the Pharaoh that had caused all this, but Isis held her doubts. There... there was no way that the Pharaoh was responsible. No, no, no, no, no--
She had to find out after the fact, from Rishid, that Malik had an anger inside him, an alter ego, that was responsible for it. She had to save Malik from himself. And she didn't care who she had to string up to do it.
Taking Malik to the surface was a mistake. She should’ve said no when he begged and pleaded. She should have stood her ground when he cried for her to let him go, just that one time. But she relented. Isis loved her brother, and she’d want to see him happy. So against her better judgment, she took him.
He looked so happy, seeing the surface for the first time. The stars in his eyes when he saw the technology, the shops, that picture of a motorcycle. For a moment, she thought she did the right thing.
And then came Shaadi. He warned her that she was making a grave error. And she knew he was right. They needed to return before they were found out. She seized her brother by the arm and took him home, only for her greatest fear to be confirmed: he knew they were gone the whole time. A simple contraption would warn him if they left, and she didn’t see it. She put her little brother in the face of danger, because of her failure to discover a simple alarm system.
The guilt she felt worsened when she saw what became of Malik next. A dark personality came forth and killed her father. She could’ve been next if Rishid hadn’t stepped in. Worst of all, he blamed the Pharaoh. He pinned fault with the pharaoh when it was her that triggered this sequence of events by allowing him to the surface.
Can Malik forgive her? Can Rishid? The fault here, to Isis, lies with her. If she’d just listened to duty, didn’t stray from destiny, this never would have happened.
If only she’d never cut ties with her rightful fate.
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