ow the edge (open)
Who: Kaiba (
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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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.
no subject
He waves his wand, summoning a pile of little colored stones that can be used as chips. Kaiba is honestly a little rusty at this game, but the rules are simple enough to remember. He takes his hand and considers a play, starting off conservatively to try to get a read on his opponent.
Even as serious as the situation is for him, he snorts when the card flashes. What a strange message.
"Do you play often?"
no subject
He isn't sure what to make of Seto Kaiba, but he can't possibly be as wily as Aziraphale's usual competitor, so he isn't too concerned. And nothing but pride and bragging rights is at stake. No money, miracles, fiddles of gold, or clothes to be lost in the process.
The card backs flash another semi-ominous, overall ridiculous message before fading away.
"I once played seven card stud on a brief excursion in the Americas, on one of those grand riverboats they like so much, but I've been a bit too busy as of late to spare time for card games." Armageddon to thwart and all that. "Bookshop to run, you know. Are you a--" He waves a hand vaguely to the cards and Seto's everything. "--Do you play a lot of games? Is that why you're so adamant on finding someone to play with?"