Charles Patricius

Yugi had been resting on a nigh-endless tirade about 'weird pants' for eons upon eons, and it wouldn't stop just yet. He'd give it a rest for now; the point was made. Hoshimi Kei, Arthur Pendragon, or whatever name he went by, was a companion... but he was also a man. Yugi held to a very firm sexuality that covered nearly every branch of one particular path: the one leading toward women instead of men or others. At a certain point in life, he drew the line solidly at orgies. "You are the one upset. You're always the one upset. I'm just hateful of certain ideas," he specified as if the point would be clear.

Artoria claimed the complexities of time travel were jarring to her and the other 'normal' people. Funniest of all may have been her claim of normalcy. Regardless, these things weren't so simple for Kimiko and himself either. "It's still crazy for us too. We're just willing to stick to the exciting parts... including the looks on everyone else's faces when we make up a random explanation about things on the spot. You'd be surprised how often people believe a theory as fact when they don't even have their own info." True enough, many rundowns of their time-space adventures were mere dribble produced in the moment of necessity. Such would probably be the case when he had to explain the eventual 'double Ari' day... again. "It's not odd, but it's also not common enough for any of us non-Gil people. And who's to say when it'll happen? I could be living in yesterday a thousand years from now, but there's also a chance I can't see tomorrow because I'll already be there next week. Now that's a migraine," he countered. Moving on, Eri's questions were delivered in quick sequence. Quickly though they came, he had an answer for every one in the same order ─ calmly as ever despite the gun to his face. "Artoria Pendragon ─ your future self. Judar ─ the future form of Aiba Yugi, or... Daddy across most of the multiverse. This is an immature Gate, or portal to another realm, inside a clothing store near your current location. You're here because I got so deep inside your future self that it resonated with you, her past. It doesn't matter if you shoot me because you can't kill me. Lastly... you can get it on Venus in the distant future, after a series of physical, spiritual and sexual challenges. All clear? Didn't think so. Any more questions?"

A sigh escaped Artoria at the moment. She knew of this man's hard stance on his own sexuality, it was one of the firmest she'd come across in the entirety of her existence, and definitely the most vocal. When Eri pointed out that she was supposed to be the one upset, it was mentioned that she was, always. Hatred of ideas, was what pushed the black haired man towards a tirade, which under other circumstances likely would have garnered him a sense of kinship in the same girl who still held a gun in his face. "Uh-huh..." was all Eri had to say to that notion. In truth, she wouldn't get into most things that upset other people, there were enough things on her own list. If this man didn't like oddity of his own sexuality she wouldn't be one to criticize him for it. No, she'd much rather criticize every other word coming out of his mouth.

To Artoria he made the claim that things were just as crazy for him and his companion. That in general they remained in the crazier aspects and stuck to exciting things so they could see the looks on people's faces. He and Kimiko did share traits like that, and several others for various reasons Artoria already understood. "Some of us will simply accept the easiest truth to handle. I am not surprised by that at all..." Artoria explained. Of course, she had her own extra logic, that sticking to all the exciting bits was why he ran into such problems as the one he seemed so close to creating for himself. His claims were processed in a very specific way, "Sounds like a problem and headache created by you for you... being callous towards even yourself," Artoria claimed, yes, Gil often saw multiple forms of her on a daily basis, but she was sure he saw multiple forms of his wife the same way, and so did all the others whose wives met such criteria. It was hardly anything but a different bit of spice for it to be one such person over another, a mood based shift or something of the sort. All the while Eri was absorbing information, deciding how to deal with the influx. It was obvious that the blonde and this black haired man were quite intimate. A name associated with herself, a name she'd heard at least once before and associated with someone else, and a new one. A magical gate, him fucking her into this liminal space simply because he had no restraint when fucking this other version of herself. And a gun she could own by rising to challenges she apparently may or may not have done already. And what did she have to say to that. All of it was understandable but all of it was bullshit. And he couldn't be killed, that would make sense given how quickly he'd provided her with a weapon in the first place given the sorts of things she did with them. And in that moment, she made a decision, took a breath her entire mind clear and she pulled the trigger, launching a bullet between his eyes and hoping to be satisfied by the massarce of his face after hearing such random shit fall out of his mouth.

Yugi knew of one eventuality the moment he produced that weapon for Eri. It wouldn't happen immediately, but it would come about soon. Before any of that, however, he was in the middle of a little chat with Artoria. Never had his hips ceased movement, at least in some minor respect. If he was going to be stuck here having two conversations for two different purposes, he was going to at least keep some sensation going. "Too true. But that moment of somebody believing something absolutely ridiculous that might actually be true? There's nothing like it~" he said, amused. Moving on though, was Yugi callous toward even himself? Well... yes, clearly. It wasn't so cut and dry, however. "Not much choice. It's not like I can know when or where I'll end up most times; I have to just not think about it... mostly," he blabbered.

Ah, but soon would come his answers to all of Eri's questions. Once those answers were given, he was progress toward a certain eventuality. Everything seemed to be processing at the expected rate in her mind. As he expected from this earliest version of a great queen, her process led her along a straight path toward the pulling of a trigger. Yugi had some options; what would he choose? For starters, the gun in her hand did not fire bullets, for its barrel was engraved with light magic. The beam that emerged from her firing attempt made a beeline for his head. He could have done any number of things, from preventing ignition to catching, blocking or deflecting. Instead, he thought it best to leave at least a brief moment of satisfaction in Eri. Through his face the shot went, though their was neither blood nor lasting injury. Instead, shadowy wisps seemed to emerge from the point of impact before coalescing into... nothing? He hadn't healed anything; rather no damage of the physical variety had been done. As if it counted as retaliation, he then slapped the rear of Artoria once again. "Wow, rude ─ totally unexpected," he said sarcastically. "You know the worst part? That is the sexy attitude! Smaller body, bigger rage boner! And here I am, not able to do anything about it. I'm even harder than before now! Anyway, is this a done moment, or the sort where you pull the trigger again until you rage quit? 'Cause that wasn't a question."

"I am aware, I've fallen prey to those antics on more than one occasion, from both of you even," Artoria said, speaking of both Kimiko and Yugi. That girl was almost as bad as her male counterpart when it came to acting impulsively and being charming enough with enough authority to get other people to do what she wanted as well. Obviously, there was some kind of thrill-seeking involved in such behavior, Artoria wouldn't put it past the pair to be doing such things on whims and memes alone. Ah, but Yugi's words implied that he didn't even know what he'd be up to so he had no choice but to be callous to himself. That was an interesting statement for him to make, she wondered if he ever thought that other people applied similar logic about him in their own lives? Oh well, it wasn't her place to interfere but that wouldn't stop her from having that little thought moving around inside her head. "Hm, still no envy for these problems," Artoria mentioned. Of course, she'd lived her life, managed the lives of countless others and even taken their care into her life personally. She wouldn't say she'd done a great job of it, but she'd tried which was all that could be asked of her, and her retirement was something else entirely.

Moving on from that Eri had her questions answered and in response, she'd pulled the trigger on thta gun. It'd fired so smoothly, a beam of light escaping it instead of a bullet and she'd watched as it made contact with his head. Of course, a gentle upturn of her lips happened as she heard the calm peace of her mind be interrupted once more. His face didn't shatter, and it seemed shadows were putting him back together. Ah and of course he was still talking, something about that she found more annoying than the fact that he'd not actually died. He called her rude sarcastically, he claimed it was worse because her attitude was sexy and the elder one received another slap on the ass, in apparent retaliation. That one moaned a little while the other scoffed. "Fuck you..." Eri scoffed. "Damned weirdo not dying, saying stupid shit to me and having the unmitigated gall to talk shit and look pleased about it. I should shoot you more for being fucking annoying!" Eri commented. She squeezed the trigger three more times, aiming to shoot him in the head again and then in the chest on both sides wondering if that would finish the job. A normal person wouldn't survive any of it, but if he couldn't die there was no reason to avoid the initial desire she had to shoot him. Artoria for her part in this, was still enjoying herself, though she didn't often use this sort of violence while someone was already inside of her, that didn't mean she didn't enjoy the complete steadiness and disregard of her less mature form. "So what you are weird, you answer my questions and I wake up back in bed where I am supposed to be, with the nagging sensation that something I wanted to kill didn't die?" Eri asked that final question while waiting to see the outcome of her shots with her own eyes, figuirng that anything that didn't die of a shot to the head, was actually functionally immortal.

"Well if you're waiting for one of us to make it up to you, I volunteer~" Yugi replied, knowing Artoria herself was subjected to their antics frequently enough. The list of temporal issues aside, another fun part for Yugi was always the... 'apologies' given for random mishaps. Around the time they came to realize how involved deviant behavior was in all things magical, it became even more prevalent in their lives... as it always would.

For now, the more important thing by technicality was dealing with Eri and her trigger finger. It became obvious that she was willing to fire again, once she started a tirade of her own. In fact, she outright made the claim that he should be shot again. Was he being annoying? Well, to her... that was likely to be the case always. She hadn't even been through her first magical rebirth, and her go-to answer was to shoot thrice more. Each additional shot met the same fate as the original, accomplishing all of... nothing. Yugi considered it a fruitless effort, but perhaps she did get enough satisfaction from the act of firing alone. "Done yet?" he asked initially. For every magical bullet fired his way, there was another slap to Artoria's ass on either side ─ now joined by matching forceful thrusts into her holes. "You're paying for this in your future, you know?" he added cheekily. Ah, but Eri did have some understanding of events to share. He could discredit only one thing about her gatherings. "More like... you'll wake up in a puddle? This whole thing will be a dream to you ─ one more aligned to something you'd normally have. I'm thinking of making it the best kill ever, or something like that. That'd do the trick for excusing why you had an orgasm in bed, right? Or... did Emi really get that drunk last night?"

Artoria knew that this pair lived for their memes and the little things they took amusement from during their travels. Of course, she wasn't one to wait on an apology and would have demanded one immediately if she thought the situation deserving. "I don't take myself that seriously. Nor will I just indulge you in your apology..." Artoria said in a lightly mocking tone. She knew he volunteered himself as a way to get even more of these moments and while she didn't mind she still wasn't the type to fully submit to all of his antics. No, she'd leave such activities to others, especially while watching her younger self murder a man in cold-blood even while knowing it wouldn't work for her to do so.

At the same time, those four total shots were resulting in four spankings delivered to what was remarked upon as the future version of Hoshimi Eri. She still scoffed at that idea, she was already almost an adult, no way was she growing to that size or shape. Some lies were pretty and told to the self just for the sake of enabling. She wasn't the type to enable herself like that, and she also didn't live a fantasy. "Obviously she doesn't care," Eri snapped in response to the version of herself currently receiving slaps to the ass and moaning as hard thrusts accompanied them. "If that's me, then she knew I was going to shoot you irrespective of what you said..." Eri mentioned being almost haughty about it. According to the man she'd wake up in the puddle having dreamed of the best kill ever. Which would be the explanation for a sleep based orgasm by her own logic, unless of course there was an extreme amount of drunkenness in her younger sister. A scoff came from Eri then along with one more shot directly between his eyes. "Emi does what she wants, we don't take from her...but even she has limits," she said. "No such thing as the best kill ever... I've been hunting that for years doesn't exist," she claimed in absolution. There were very few things she could kill that would bring her innate amounts of satisfaction. After her first everyone seemed just another. She'd taken more to the sport of finding creative ways to kill things. Ones which took skill to pull off, dangerous kills that took planning and extras to figure out. She'd made it a practical game to find creative ways to end the lives of others.

As per usual, Artoria wasn't falling into the 'apology' schtick despite any willingness to participate in similar activities without the fanfare. No matter. The only thing of importance was the actions taken. Yugi wouldn't turn his nose up simply because of a lost justification ─ especially with no justification being needed anyway. "Fine, fine... but I still remember being Japanese. I'm forcing an apology on you anyway~" he stated.

True enough, Artoria didn't seem to care that retaliation struck her for all of Eri's current actions. Such were the ways of traveling space and time, meeting people in different orders, and making agreements outside of normal chronology. Regarding Eri's propensity for shooting regardless of his previous answers, Yugi couldn't consider himself surprised. Even beyond all other reasons, he knew how she was about shiny new weapons of good quality; of course she wanted to test it as well. He was shot in the face once more, and once more it was to no avail. At this point, Yugi had to wonder again what the purpose was. "I should be concerned that I have enough kids now to automatically think of revoking privileges for that," he commented almost absently. "Anyway... if she's got those limits, it's more a 'for now' thing from what I've seen. Same goes for the 'best kill ever' thing. Ari here can tell you how many of them you've had by now. Mind you... it'd been thousands of years, and I'm guessing most of those were aliens and gods."

The idea of being Japanese and forcing an apology upon someone was so far displaced from who Artoria was now. She remembered feeling that kind of nervousness in her second life, but it'd been left behind in the growing pains as she adjusted to her retirement properly. "I remember too, but some things are best left where they lie, a lesson for the day no?" she asked with gentle snark applied. It was a key point of their current meeting and the reason he'd now received four gun shots to the head because he couldn't stop himself at all.

Meanwhile yet another slap to the ass occurred and Artoria didn't mind. She knew her less mature selves were prone to violence before all else and given how early this one was on the time line, she was prone to only violence not even truly understanding anything resembling romantic interest in herself. At the same time Yugi apparently thought of revoking privileges for that last shot, "I'm not a child and it would only end in more violence," Eri claimed with a straight face. True to her own words, if she couldn't do what she wanted, she'd likely do something else. Such was why she had a murder contract on her to do list right just now. If Emi only had limits for now, perhaps Eri would be best off not sitting immediately to her left at all public events to avoid the potential of her doing such strange things. Maybe she'd be a bit more reasonable the next time she brought a friend around? Or maybe she wouldn't do any such thing... "Best kills ever? Plural?' she asked those questions and Ari only chuckled. "Best kill ever... so far, to paraphrase a rather infectious individual," she said with a smirk. "You kill a lot of things that feel satisfactory, dealing deaths to gods, aliens and evil-doers alike. I promise you feel a satisfaction unlike any other in quite a few moments. Even one coming up though you won't understand why for a while," she admitted. "Hmm... I wouldn't lie to me so I'll accept that," Eri conceded. Still, that gun in her hands felt rather nice and she knew she'd be giving it up soon so the desire to not let it go was rather high in her mind.

According to Artoria, some things were best left as they were ─ in this case, being Japanese. They both remembered the ways, but neither truly held themselves to them... as if they ever fit that bill anyway. Once again, Yugi was just fishing for justification. Once again, however... he didn't need it. "You know what? You're totally right. So, as I was saying... I'm Venusian, so shut the fuck up and take my love offerings♥~" he replied with sheer indignance. There was no room for argument, no matter how much Artoria tried. Somewhere, at some time, he'd be doing... something.

First though, he had to decide what to do about Eri's itchy trigger finger. He did give some honest thought to the idea of confiscating her gun, but Eri insisted she was not a child and would only bring additional violence. "Not a child, but you'll throw a tantrum if I take your toy? Hell of a way to make your argument stick," he countered. Still, Yugi did nothing to take that gun away from her. She'd actually done nothing but follow her own nature. Whatever the case, she went on to hear from her elder self about an eventful future, full of violence, discovery and... mostly felling great enemies. Eri accepted the explanation, and perhaps the idea of her impending memory erasure. With that, Yugi was finally removing himself from Artoria to take steps toward Eri. Of course, he made no effort to cover himself or the aftereffects of a session with the elder form. "So, you'll have an awesome dream, then you'll wake up. Now... before that happens, make a wish; I'll grant it when it's possible. That'll be my gift to Ari ─ to you."

Artoria's snarky commentary got her a similarly snarky reply. He claimed she should receive his love offerings as a Venusian instead of his apologies as a Japanese person. Ah, so aggressive and so overbearing these types always were. Still, there was something about those attitudes Artoria liked enough for such people to be included in her life in multiple aspects. "Ugh, do what you want," Artoria claimed in her typical tsundere fashion.

While such words were normal for Ari, Eri was busy hearing that and looking confused. Such words from her were normally on spared for Emi. Perhaps her other siblings had a degree of freedom but most in the world wouldn't be given such amiable replies. And yes, that reply was amiable. "She must have retired," that was the only logic to be applied to that change in personality. That wasn't Hoshimi Eri, that was someone who had different boundaries and morals, but also still her in a way. She imagined this was the sort of things her parents would have wanted for her when they told them they could do what they wanted in life. "It is not a tantrum if I respond negatively about you taking something from me, that you gave me before I was finished with it," Eri explained of the situation. She wouldn't consider herself capable of a tantrum, but explaining the consequences of his actions was a clear boundary being drawn in the sand, what he did with it, was his own to decide, but he couldn't claim to not understand what would happen as a result of his own actions. No, now he was finally pulling out of Artoria just to walk up to Eri with no shame in his visage. Weird, but they were already having sex in front of her, it was likely one of those odd kinks her elder sister spoke of, what wasn't though was what she was seeing of his natural form. Two massive cocks, why did a single person need two. "Why are there two? That's so fucking unnecessary. The fuck is wrong with you?!" she asked of both the individuals present, only to decide before Artoria could even open her mouth was, "You know what, never mind, after all the other weird shit said today... I don't care. Moving on..." Eri ranted at large. A wish to be granted a gift to her, and what would she ask for? "Eh, a wish from the magical alien man with two dicks, make sure my siblings live happy lives. I'll obviously be fine..." Eri offered. It was her one and only wish, she had none for herself and had already chosen her path in this life. She was unapologetically a murderer who valued her own family above everything else, that was it. With that in mind for the things she might not always be able to take care of, she could live fairly recklessly, even if she didn't remember this conversation later.