Thread: Unearthing the Past [LadyAthene x Veinexes]

Ishizu Ishtar Peace. Harmony. Faith. Hope. Finally, these aspects had coated the world - specifically Domino City - over the past two years. The last bits of chaos seemed to vanish as Atem was able to be put to rest. The moment had been bittersweet for everyone, including the now twenty-two year old priestess herself. Still, as a priestess devoted to the Egyptian gods, she knew the duel between Atem and Yugi had been essential. It just wouldn't have otherwise been right or fair to force Atem to not be given the afterlife he deserved. Normally, she devoted herself to the goddess her counterpart had been named after, Isis. But Ishizu could safely know and say that on the day Yugi had competed versus the Pharaoh, she definitely sent up many silent prayers to Anubis in hopes that he would favor Atem. Suffice to say, she was glad - even to this day - those pleas had appeared to be heard. Naturally, everyone had gone their own separate ways. Yugi and the others were focusing on their school, at least this was true according to what she'd heard. The biggest surprise had come from both Odion and her brother, as both agreed to go back to Egypt and try to take their positions as the family 'guardians' once more. After how long he fought against those duties and obligations? Interesting ... Her eyes closed as a faint smile crossed her face. Alas, her reminiscing was rather abruptly interrupted by a firm hand landing on her shoulder. The blue eyes of the priestess quickly opened as she turned away from the stone tablet that had been in front of her and saw some very nicely dressed men in black suits. May I help you? Ishizu asked calmly, fighting the urge to narrow her eyes. It was no mystery whom these men were they no doubt belonged to Seto Kaiba, as his employers were infamous for looking like they belonged to the yakuza rather than someone who was in charge of a company linked to a card game. However, any lingering doubts on whom these men were quickly vanished as they explained the reason for being in the museum. Seto-sama has requested your presence, Miss Ishtar, she merely was told. That certainly made her raise an eyebrow. Oh? she mused, beginning to turn her head, You sure he asked for me ? He's ... well .... himself. The last time we spoke, he just scoffed at me and ignored ---- hey! What are you doing?! No verbal response was given. All Ishizu got for an answer was being yanked out of the museum and into a black limousine which had been parked outside. W-Wait! What's this about?! Ishizu wasn't quite panicked , per se. But now, her attention had definitely been grabbed as well as herself. You'll see .... Suffice to say, those last words had stayed with her the entire ride there. This abrupt encounter was not sitting well with her. Even without the Millennium Necklace, Ishizu was feeling anything but good about this. Thankfully, the silence was broken as the car came to a halt, with her door being the first to be opened. A hand began to reach in before she smacked it away and stepped out of the limousine herself. I can walk fine, she muttered, Just focus on leading the way to where exactly he is. That seemed to be good enough for them, luckily, as they made no attempt to grip her again. A brief walk later, she found herself in .... what was this exactly? It was hard to say, but if Ishizu had to label it as anything, it would be a slightly half-assed attempt at some sort of ritual chamber. Seto-san, do you mind explaining what .... ?? Her eyes widened as a glint of gold reflected in her eyes. Ishizu felt her heart sink as she turned and found it to be none other than the Millennium Rod. You ... you took that back?! Why?! We put the Millennium Items away to help ensure Atem could be put to rest properly! It took a lot to get the priestess annoyed, let alone sincerely angry. But right then and there, she definitely was fuming. And for a damn good reason. As a traditionalist, his removal of the rod was a very taboo gesture in itself. .... And more and more, she was starting to feel as if whatever she had been dragged into would be even worse than mere theft. What is going on? she asked, trying her best to maintain a relatively calm and collected composure, though the sight of the Rod made it much easier said than done to go through with.