ow the edge (open)

[blue_ice]

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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[hyperdrivemonalisa]

"Hey, it's just as much game as we make it--hey!"

It was really an impressive move, and Isabel grinned a bit. It was good to see him smiling, at least.

"Okay, but that's only one basket, you've got two more to beat me, and I've got the ball!" Surprise and skill and luck--that's what it'll probably take to beat him with his greater height, and she's really only got one of those things--but did she really need to win? Sure, her competitive ire was up, but...

He's not gonna make it easy on her, in any case, so why should she make it easy on him? Isabel sidled around Kaiba, then, dribbling and sprinting down the court--and it's baskets, not points, so even if she did make it from the three-point line, that's still just a basket. Hmm.

She did spend a moment in thought, but decided to make the throw from the three-point line anyway. Just to prove she could, if anything. She'd almost hit it before, right? And she had to try before Seto and his inches caught up to her.

But fate or whatever was on her side, this time. Nothing but net, and she darted forward to catch the ball and send it back to Kaiba.

"Evened it up--your turn now!"

[blue_ice]

She's good. Kaiba mutters something under his breath, but that just fuels his determination to fight harder. He dashes forward, lunges sideways, dodges around her to the best of his ability and tries to get a little fancy with a backward throw.

So close...but he misses. Rats.

He tosses her the ball without a word, frowning as he chases her this time.

[hyperdrivemonalisa]

She's used to that--at least when it comes to sports. Martial arts, in competition, has a bit of that going on, after all, and in actual sports? Basketball especially? State of the game, as it were.

It's why Isabel was heavily considering bala-inlota, though she'd wanted to have a better foothold in her studies before adding sports into the mess.

But even dueling with cards was a sport of its own--and Kaiba was probably used to being faked out. So even with her skill, his greater height and reach has Isabel's shot fouled up when she goes to make it.

"You pick things up fast, I'll give you that!" Isabel said, throwing him the ball.

[blue_ice]

Kaiba nodded and took to the court once more. He moved more confidently as the game went on, this time going for a side shot---and it rolled around the rim. He hoped.

It fell through the netting. He smiled.

"All yours!" But of course he'd be right on her heels still.

[hyperdrivemonalisa]

Of course he was--Isabel knew how competitive and just how intense Kaiba was. In no way was Seto going to let her win easily--if he let her win at all!

Either way, by this point, she'd be fine. It actually felt good to play basketball like this, cut loose and just move. Isabel wasn't sure why he'd demanded a duel, but by now? She didn't care.

Dogging her heels as he was, she still was fast and light and in control of her body--so even as he reached over her to try and block her shot, Isabel leaped into the air, throwing the ball overhead to swish through the net. She hadn't really expected it to, either, but there it was. She trotted forward to swipe the ball up and back towards him.

"Okay. Last point. Good luck, Seto!" Did she think he needed it? Not really. Did she want him to get the shot? At this point...kind of. A little luck couldn't hurt. Besides, they were friends. That was worth more than dunking on him in a pickup game, in her book.