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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 impatiently flips one of the cards over, revealing that its ATK and DEF are much lower than they should be and still ticking down. He's running out of time.
"I can't wait much longer. Trick or no trick, it should be simple enough to prove myself in a game against any opponent before time up, right?"
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"Fine. Jan-ken." Yes he's asking you to play rock paper scissors. Frankly he's surprised you didn't try that one first, it takes seconds.
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His throw: paa (paper). He looks like he's about ready to karate chop the nearest object.
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Noa doesn't have a throw, Noa has a leap backward, while choking. "A little less violently maybe..!?"
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"Relax, I wasn't going to actually hit you. Here."
He tries again. Rock, his fist shaking only slightly. Try that.
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He's thrown paper.
"Best two out of three- frankly, this is faster than you harassing every student in sight; not everyone is liable to agree to a game."
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"Fine."
This time his throw is two fingers spread, poised to slice. Scissors.
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Is paper. "Hmn! Alright. That brings us to a tie then...Again."
JAN-KEN-PON !
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[It's rock!]
There we go, two out of three then!
[That better count you stupid cards.]