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Who: Kaiba (![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
blue_ice) and you!
When: One early September morning
Where: All over campus!
What: DUELS. In any and every game. Or try to talk him down from this madness, idk.
Warnings: Excessive edgy shonen rival behavior. Possibly some dark themes, will be labeled in subject lines!
Kaiba's request, in hindsight, was a foolish one. Every interaction between their worlds and this one thus far had been a disaster with unintended consequences, why would this be any different? And why would he risk his most priceless possessions this way? He could kick himself, but that's not going to save his Blue Eyes White Dragons. His hand trembles as he holds them, watching their attack and defense values slowly tick toward zero.
You are not the worthy heir we chose, says the trio of voices in his ear. Your emotions have made you weak. We seal our power from you until you prove that the spirit of a champion lurks within. Crush your foes with precision! Or are you now a coward?
No. He's no coward. Kaiba sweeps through the hallways with an icy expression, searching for prey. Any instrument they might hold for a game draws him...a deck of Fantastic Foils cards. A basketball. A chess board. A wand. Any game, anywhere...he absolutely must win. He swivels to face his chosen opponent.
"You. Duel me. Now."
Are you game? Or more inclined to tell him he's out of his mind? It's your move.
blue_ice) and you!When: One early September morning
Where: All over campus!
What: DUELS. In any and every game. Or try to talk him down from this madness, idk.
Warnings: Excessive edgy shonen rival behavior. Possibly some dark themes, will be labeled in subject lines!
Kaiba's request, in hindsight, was a foolish one. Every interaction between their worlds and this one thus far had been a disaster with unintended consequences, why would this be any different? And why would he risk his most priceless possessions this way? He could kick himself, but that's not going to save his Blue Eyes White Dragons. His hand trembles as he holds them, watching their attack and defense values slowly tick toward zero.
You are not the worthy heir we chose, says the trio of voices in his ear. Your emotions have made you weak. We seal our power from you until you prove that the spirit of a champion lurks within. Crush your foes with precision! Or are you now a coward?
No. He's no coward. Kaiba sweeps through the hallways with an icy expression, searching for prey. Any instrument they might hold for a game draws him...a deck of Fantastic Foils cards. A basketball. A chess board. A wand. Any game, anywhere...he absolutely must win. He swivels to face his chosen opponent.
"You. Duel me. Now."
Are you game? Or more inclined to tell him he's out of his mind? It's your move.
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He crouches beside her, looking her over for any signs of illness or injury. It's probably a little unnerving because he's too distracted to explain himself. "...maybe not. Thought you were someone else. Are you feeling well?"
His gaze shifts between her and the card in his hand, just slightly suspicious.
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"I am... fine?" Gods, she's just exceedingly confused now. "A little tired, but that isn't entirely unusual, why?" Sleeping well? Her? Nope, not happening any time soon.
At least she's noticing that he's looking at something in his hand, so that helps? "What are you holding?"
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That could be a sign of illness. Or worse. He really hopes it isn't, but he glances at the ticking-down values of his cards and visibly flinches again. Kisara continues to give him that suspicious look, so he sighs and turns the card over. He doesn't have time to dawdle, after all.
"This is that card I mentioned---the legend based on you that made its way into the modern game. I requested them from the Anastara researchers, but the spirit of the dragon no longer trusts me. The cards are degrading every minute until I win a duel."
He's fighting back the fury in his voice, trying to sound neutral. He's distantly aware that he probably looks like a madman right about now.
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Oh, that card thing. She does vaguely recall that and is narrowing her eyes a little to get a better look at it. Yeah, yeah that does look like what her soul does, she knows that much.
"Are you... sure it's not just something weird happening here? Or a trick they're trying to pull on you? Since I'm fairly sure you can't contain a soul in something as small as that. And even if you could, that... is still technically me and not some other weird dragon." Trying to be rational seems like the best way of going about this whole mess, even if she's holding her hand out to see if maybe she can get some kind of clue on what might be going on.
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Kaiba inhales sharply. It could be a trick, like the echo of Gozaburo was. But the voice had sounded so familiar, and the dropping numbers are eating away at him. He can feel his desperation growing as his power slips away.
He reluctantly passes her the card.
"I can feel their scorn. In the same way I used to feel pride when dueling with them. And you're sure you haven't felt different since this started? An hour ago?"
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She's humming softly to herself as she's gingerly taking the card from him, just seeing if she can actually feel anything off of it. As far as she knows, she's nothing really special, but if this is technically her soul in a way, then it should do something, right? Or give her some sort of sign of what's going on.
"No different than I normally do. I have... just been trying to make sense of these books for the past few hours." English is weird, okay.
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He watches, and once he's satisfied that she's not getting sick, he exhales and pinches the bridge of his nose.
"Great. I should...go. Find that duel. But I'll be back later, unless there's any kind of game in that book."
He wants to offer to help her. That might even be readable in his expression, which is more tired than hostile. But he's acutely aware that he's being judged for his helping hand.
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"I wouldn't take this as seriously as you seem to be, if it's not responding to me, then I would wager it has been tampered with." At least she's handing it back at the very least, oops.
"Please be careful and not let it get further under your skin than it already has?"
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He inhales deeply. To lose is to die. Those words from so long ago still echo in the back of his mind. "Have you seen anyone pass by with a game? A ball, a deck of cards...anything?"
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"Does it not strike you as strange that this is happening so suddenly and that nothing changes while it is in my hands? If that card is supposedly based upon myself, why would there be no reaction or change while I was holding it?" ... That makes sense, probably.
"I think there was a group heading outside earlier, though I didn't catch what they were going to do, but it's as good a place to start as any?"
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But it was too late now. He sighed.
"Sounds that way. And...if you do start to feel off, tell someone."
He gave her another worried look.
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"Just... be careful, please?" She barely knows him and yet she still can't help but worry, the familiar visage but entirely different personality and motivations, yet she can't help herself at the end of the day.
Until he's worrying over her and she's just pursing her lips in return. "I'll be fine. It seems myself and that card aren't on the same page to begin with, so I doubt there would be any difference towards myself due to it." As far as she's aware, everything has been perfectly normal for her.
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And...well, and he's just glad she's all right. He nods. "I'll see you later. When this settles we'll see about those books."