[The problem with being a Purifeul student on such a muddy campus is keeping one's white robes clean. Kaiba is tall enough that he doesn't risk things dragging on the ground, but he still has to tread carefully.
Unfortunately, today he hasn't tread carefully enough. The rampaging golem rounds on him next, and before he can draw a small defensive ward, he's violently manhandled and scrubbed like a dish being scoured after a meal heavy on melted cheese. He's now a very clean but very rumpled mess, hair sticking up every which way. And he's looking positively murderous.]
That monstrosity has to go. Let's put an end to this.
[And he's rolling up his sleeves, prepping a spell. This is probably a horrible idea.]
research on the sundered
[Those who were here last month may remember Kaiba's vehement opposition to this testing. He personally witnessed the side effects, and he was prepared to dismiss the researchers out of hand once more, but the word 'home' has a powerful effect on him. Home means Mokuba. And with how wayward he's felt lately, a glimpse might be worth the risk.
Despite his rational mind screaming that this is a horrible idea, he submits, and what follows leaves his head spinning. Oh, he sees Mokuba all right...but he's not sure if these images are from the past or present. Either way, he looks unhappy, and the thought infuriates him.
He hurries back to his dorm, or tries to, but every now and then he stops, gazing blankly in the distance. He really hates today.]
Mokie...
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[The problem with being a Purifeul student on such a muddy campus is keeping one's white robes clean. Kaiba is tall enough that he doesn't risk things dragging on the ground, but he still has to tread carefully.
Unfortunately, today he hasn't tread carefully enough. The rampaging golem rounds on him next, and before he can draw a small defensive ward, he's violently manhandled and scrubbed like a dish being scoured after a meal heavy on melted cheese. He's now a very clean but very rumpled mess, hair sticking up every which way. And he's looking positively murderous.]
That monstrosity has to go. Let's put an end to this.
[And he's rolling up his sleeves, prepping a spell. This is probably a horrible idea.]
research on the sundered
[Those who were here last month may remember Kaiba's vehement opposition to this testing. He personally witnessed the side effects, and he was prepared to dismiss the researchers out of hand once more, but the word 'home' has a powerful effect on him. Home means Mokuba. And with how wayward he's felt lately, a glimpse might be worth the risk.
Despite his rational mind screaming that this is a horrible idea, he submits, and what follows leaves his head spinning. Oh, he sees Mokuba all right...but he's not sure if these images are from the past or present. Either way, he looks unhappy, and the thought infuriates him.
He hurries back to his dorm, or tries to, but every now and then he stops, gazing blankly in the distance. He really hates today.]
Mokie...
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((anything else? let me know @